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 -[Teacher's Pet]-  Click here for the OOC.  Name: Lucas Lucien Somerset Age: 31 Personality: It requires a near inhuman amount of patience, understanding and genuine care to be a good teacher, and to this effect Lucas Somerset was one of the best teachers Evergreen Valley Community College had on its faculty. Seeming to not have a mean bone his body, he tirelessly greeted his students with a smile each day, always ready with a witty retort or bashful flirtation. Strikingly handsome and intelligent beyond the expected quota of a prep school teacher, his peers often said he was meant for a scene much bigger than their humble school, if not the big screen itself. To this, Lucas would simply give an appreciative laugh and a pat on the shoulder before calmly striding away. Doubtlessly, there were papers to be graded. Biography: A humble man born of humble beginnings, Lucas was raised in the quiet hills of outer Spokane. A more picturesque childhood there couldn't have been; raised by his parents and ailing Grandfather on their small ranch home a few miles from the nearest big city. Though never made to want or need for anything, his parents taught him early on the discipline required of a farmhand, and he diligently went about his daily chores on top of his schoolwork each day. Working day in and day out as well as surviving on a home-grown diet of fresh vegetables and meat kept Lucas strong and fit, and his parents urged him to join the football team as he started his High School life. It soon proved to be evident, however, that the studious Lucas Lucian, "LL" to his closest friends and family, referred the tome to the pigskin. Indeed, what free time he had was spent in the hay loft of their barn, sprawled out against the golden straws as he held a book aloft. His parents soon stowed their want for a sports star, as their academically inclined son aced all of his tests and won award after award for his short stories he'd submit in nationwide competitions. Though their son had the wit and the looks to get any and every girl he wanted in that school, he fell for his first girlfriend and they've been together ever since. As his popularity soared so did his ego, the growing stack of awards and plaques he'd take home doing nothing to stop his swelling head. A growing sense of rebellion and disrespect for authority drove him and his girlfriend to attempt to elope in Canada during a spur-of-the-moment roadtrip the two of them took. Ignoring all calls, knowing his parents would just be angry when they found the letter he left for them, they blazed past the border and towards the closest chapel. It wasn't until they finally reached the chapel that he accepted the first call since they'd left the house, ready to meet the angry storm of his parents' tirade head on. His indignant rage evaporated instantly when he heard the stoic, quiet words his father had for him. "Your grandfather passed away last night. The funeral's this Saturday. I hope you can make it, son." When the line went dead, so did his heart. The young couple drove back, their ring fingers bare. Lucas learned the price of his pride, and settled down into the cozy life of a college student. The pleasures he knew were simple but fulfilling; studying hard, loving his girlfriend and returning home on the weekends to help at the Ranch. Upon graduating, he got his license to become a teacher, just like his grandfather was. Quieting down to a humble life he planned ot share with his high school sweetheart, he took the closest teaching job he could get. Today, Lucas Somerset is a teach of Basic and Advanced English at Evergreen Valley Community College and is a tutor by night to help make ends meet. Appearance Eyes: Cobalt Blue Hair: Straw Blond Build: Lean but well muscled from long years spent working the fields. with broad shoulders and coarse, farmer's hands. Height: 6'2"
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 You Can Call Me Susan Reeves. Click here for my Theme Song. 19 Born on May 6th On the Sixth day of the Fifth Month, a baby girl was born to a Meth addict Mother and a a shadowed Father who quietly crept away at the notice of pregnancy. Susan was born with bright red hair, pink skin and exactly 5.5 pounds and 18 inches long. When she was born, the room was filled with cries instead of family, as the Mother had no family, or at least none that were proud of a 17 year old giving birth. Shortly after Susan's birth, the Mother commited suicide and placed a 9mm bullet through her skull and scrambled her brain. The baby was given to foster care and raised well for 3 whole years. Susan was a healthy and happy baby up until she was four years old. The family, with out giving reason, simply didn't want her anymore. They packed their things and sold the house, handing a toddler Susan back to the CPS, who quickly shoved her into the 'loving' arms of another family. Loving was one thing they were not. An obese Mother with a cigarette addiction and a stick-thin Father who always sported a wife-beater with a pistol in his belt. Besides Susan, there was one other child, a 12 yr old boy with choppy brown hair and a mean glare. The family was less than pleasant, always making her do more than her share of chores, screaming and verbally abusing her. Verbal abuse escalated when she was 10. Her 'Father' came home one night yelling and screaming, throwing dishes and making a ruckus. Susan couldn't sleep, nor see through her tears as she curled into her blankets and tried to block out the noise. A creak alerted her of a prescence in her room as the 6 foot tall man made his way over to the side of her bed and pulled away her blankets. Moments later Susan's screams echoed from behind the closed door as the man easily raped and beat her and threatned to kill her if she ever did tell. Susan never did tell- not for fear of her life, for fear of losing another family. Though mean, they provided food and shelter, and school. Teachers often asked about the bruises around her neck and arms, and even legs on days when she wore skirts, but she'd simply tell them she tripped and fell. A lie of clumsyness was hiding a dark abuse, but Susan didn't mind. Soon came puberty, and thus, more hormones which she felt her 'Father' could smell a mile away. It brought more rape, until one night when Susan was 17, she wasn't going to take it anymore. A gunshot was heard that night, and the thud of the man's body hitting the floor came next as Susan pulled a coat over her slender and developing body and ran out of the house in a nightgown with only few other belongings. She was never heard of again, in the state of California. A year later, she came out of hiding in Washington state, as 18 years old. She worked hard every night at a fast food restaurant- her Boss wanted to know what the money was for, and when she replied "College", he knew it wasn't enough. Her Boss had luckily developed a liking for a youthful and hard working Susan and helped her out, loaning her 10 grand to pay for her College tuition. Susan took it straight to the Evergreen University in Seattle and enrolled early for the Fall. Come September, she was enrolled in 3 classes: History, Psychology, and Advanced English . Her small and cramped apartment was about a twenty minute walk from the large campus, which made it easy for her to get there with out needing a car. Her first two classes were eerily boring, but Susan quickly found something worth staying awake for in her Advanced English class- Professor Lucas Somerset. An ugly obsession began to show it's head the more Susan found out about this lovely teacher; and that's when she decided he would love her. He would love her or he'd fucking die, along with everyone else.
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| WARNING: (To everyone reading besides Teller) ALL THE GRAPHICS (MINUS THE PICTURE OF LUCAS) ARE MY WORK. THE APPLE-BANNER, AND THE EDIT OF SUSAN. IF YOU WANT TO USE MY WORK YOU NEED TO ASK ME BEFORE YOU USE IT. I DON'T APPRECIATE PEOPLE WHO STEEL.
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 "Great class today, Mr. Somerset!" That singsong voice echoed across the all but empty classroom, cheery and bubbly as the music that played out through her tiny earphones. Ever the lively spirit, young Mindy Callahan made a point to linger after class on Tuesdays and Fridays; nights she knew her teacher had free of his Tutoring service. Making little effort at hiding the obviously flirtatious bounce to her hips, she swayed to let her skirt flare out to give the older man a flash of her pearly white thighs... an opportunity he didn't take, let alone notice. Instead, Lucas Lucien Somerset, or Mr. S to his students, was fixated on the stack of composition notebooks on his desk. Sapphire eyes darted across pages, already hard at work with his homework correcting duties. Hotting down a note in red pen along a particular student's atrocious spelling, he finally managed to look up... just in time for a disappointed Mindy to have pushed her skirt back down. Casually sliding a finger up to push his dark, oak-framed glasses upwards along the bridge of his handsome nose, he flashed her a smile. Though he never seemed to give hint of knowing it, Lucas Somerset had a timeless, classic charisma to him, his smile somehow both infectious and darkly alluring at the same time. Even his piercing blue gaze seemed to say more than the innocence behind it did, and Mindy audibly simpered. "You're too kind, Mindy. I loved the piece on modern music in comparison to Victorian cabaret. I don't know that I'd buy a ticket, but I could definitely picture Britney Spears up on stage at the Moulin Rouge." "Mr. S! Britney is, like, soooo two years ago! No on listens to her!" Hiding a blush behind the binder she clutched ot her chest, she winked at the confused teacher before disappearing through the door. "Lady... Gaga, was it? Umm.. Nelly, perhaps?" His leading joke followed her out of the room and her trailing laughter echoed down the hallway as she walked away. Sighing out a smile, Lucas returned his attention to the blakc and white notebooks that lined his teacher's desk. It had been a long day but a successful one, and where the weekend meant party time for most of his students, it instead signaled the beginning of another stack of notebooks to be graded for him. Flipping through yet another notebook, the bespectacled teacher, pushing the limits of the term young at the ripe age of 31, reached up to loosen up the scarlet tie he wore. The first button of his shirt was undone as well, a breath of relief escaping through his lips as he settled himself in for a long night of grading... all the while completely unaware of the single lone student who still sat in her seat, calmly watching the teacher in idle silence this whole time.
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It was a cold and rainy Friday- September 25th to be exact. Rain pattered on the windows as 4pm rolled around the clock and the College campus slowly emptied. Students drove out of parking lots in cars and on motorcycles, quickly forgetting their studies and homework for the oncoming weekend which often meant parties and fun, fun, fun. For Susan on the other hand, who quietly sat still in her desk with her arms places firmly on the desk top and eyes plastered to the front of the room, it was not. She had a cramped apartment to come home to, and work on Sunday from 3-11. The classroom was a large one, and theater designed with rows of desks instead of a normal flat classroom you might see in a High School. The carpets were a dark navy blue, and the walls a creamy white, which allowed the contrast of light against dark to make the images often projected on the wall, easier to read and focus on.
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| Thumbing through page after page, his laboriously efficient mind making quick work of the essays he'd made each student write. A consummate perfectionist, he took the time to thoroughly explain each minor correction and slight error, and she could see the caring concern through his spectacles as she watched him. So engrossed was he in the near-infinite tumble of words and grammar that her sudden voice, however timid, struck him like a blow to the head and he started where he sat. Cobalt pools flashed wide as cup saucers for the briefest of moments before the found their focus... and resting with a kind warmth on Susan's face. Susan Reeves, a somewhat odd and quiet girl had a lonely beauty to her he doubted most would ever take the time to see. Lucas recognized it almost instantly, however, for it was the same sense of wordless devotion to her thoughts he'd first recognized in his fiance all those years ago. True, Lily's eyes never held that heavy line of ebony eyeliner and instead of clutching her arm she'd clutched romance novels, but there was an undeniably familiar sense to Susan that made him comfortable around her. Try as he might to break that shell, however, the poor girl seemed... intimidated of him. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost guess she was outright frightened of him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he attempted yet another try at coaxing her out of those hunched shoulders and cowed stance. "Miss Reeves, I hadn't seen you there. A pleasant surprise, as always." Making an effort to directly accept the notebook before she could set it down on his desk, he caught her eyes, meek lights of jade that he struggled to hold with his own orbs of sapphire. "Hand it to me personally, you say? I'd half guess you were going to beg for a higher grade for something if you didn't already get some of the highest marks in the class." A friendly wink flashed across his eyes as he leaned back, taking her notebook in hand between thumb and forefinger. Pinched there, her flipped through the pages like a flipbook, admiring at a glance the pages full of her unique scrawl. He was coming dangerously close to that page full of sordid confessions and hateful threats, a tangled mess of emotions unchecked, but looked back up at her just as he flipped through that last sheet. "What exactly did you have in mind, Ms Ree-" Vrr-vrrrr. Vrr-vrrrr. A reverbarating sound from his desk drawer caught his attention before she could reply, and he held up a hand in apology. "Forgive me for just a moment, but don't go anywhere." Digging into the drawer, he fished out his cellphone and brought it to his ear. "Lily? Lovely, I've waited all day. Yes. No, no, it want good. I'm still here, yes. With a student. No, no, one of the smart ones. If not the smartest, then certainly my favorite." Eyes the color of the ocean winked to her just then, a secret smile that seemed to say they'd keep that just between the two of them. "Mm-hmm. Shortly, shortly. Within an hour at most I..like I said, I'm with a student. Mm, yes love. Cannelloni sounds great; you know it's my favorite. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yes, Lovely. I love you too. I'l see you soon. " Something about the way his eyes softened when he whispered those 4 intimate words to his wife told that he genuinely meant it, and with a fondness still lingering in his expression he clapped the phone shut and turned back to her. "Forgive me, Susan... where were we?
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"Miss Reeves, I hadn't seen you there. A pleasant surprise, as always."
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| Sunset's amber glow was nowhere to be found by the time he closed that final notebook, the pages falling together with a tone of finality to it he was glad to embrace. Rolling his head back along his shoulders, half-surprised his head didn't come right off from the stiffness of staring down at those notebooks, he let out a restful sigh... which melted into a groan when he looked out the window. The evening was in full swing now, ebony and purple casting their heavy blankets over the rolling hills of the Seattle landscape. 'Within an hour' was an unintentional lie two hours ago, and he still had to make the drive home. Mentally chastising himself for making his students write five pages each, he cracked out a yawn and stood to make his way to his car. A shuffling step knocked into something on the floor, sending it gliding along the polished ground. Readjusting the weight of the leather satchel at his side, he stooped to investigate. A notebook, it would seem, though of finer quality than any of those the school sold. The dark black leather binding and loosely hanging papers, signed of a book that had been opened and closed frequently, told him that it was probably someone's personal diary. Without thinking he picked it up; the loose button binding came undone from the shift of weight and the book flapped open to flutter chaotically tot he floor. Lucas glanced down to find it in the tangle to desk legs and- -e is so beautiful, I have no idea how to handle it. I need to talk to hi- A curse left his lips, his thoughtless eyes processing the words before he could realize what he was doing. Of all the pages the diary cold have opened to -for that is what it was, there was no denying it now- it had to open to that one. Worse yet, there was no mistaking that cryptic, curving scrawl, unique to anyone else in his class just as the girl herself was. Susan. Doubtlessly she'd dropped it on accident when she'd stopped to talk to him; always in a hurry to leave, he wouldn't be surprised if this was something she did often. Idly, he considered the option of leaving it locked up in his desk for her to retrieve come Monday... but no, that wouldn't work. The contents of this notebook were of dire personal importance, and he'd already wronged the poor girl once by spying a line from her inner thoughts. Chances were she was probably aching for the tome this very moment, lost in a moment of being unable to vent her frustrations. No, he had to make time in his weekend to contact her and return it. A faceplate he'd caught sight of while lifting it probably had her number on it, but that was of no importance now. The hour was lat,e far too late for an honest teacher to be contacting his innocent student without lascivious acts, and so it would have to wait until the morning. In the meantime... he had a race to make against the temperature to see if his cannelloni was getting cold Tucking the sable diary within his satchel, he slid his glasses up his nose and made haste for his car. -*- It was some hours later that Lucas found himself laying awake in bed, the demon of his incessant thoughts fending off the lull of slumber. Draped across his bare chest was the naked form of his slumbering wife, exhausted from a night of lying together i torrid tryst. She was madder than he had expected her to be and appeasing her was no simple task; even now he was still panting. That wasn't what was on his mind, however; what he lingered on was the peculiar item he twirled end over end in his hand; sable and smooth, used pages kept concealed from him. It would seem the journal had become Poe's Telltale Heart, for just as he was sure she needed it back he was just as positive some dire, devious side of him longed to open it. It was an urge that both baffled and embarrassed him, thinking a man of his stature better than such lowly things, but the taste that half-finished line had given him had intoxicated him with a lust for more. Glancing down at his unconscious Lily, he pressed a kiss to her forehead... and eased out of her embrace, stepping nude from the bed. It was in a troubled silence of worried thoughts that he found himself, in naught but boxers and a shirt from his pre-college days, sitting in his office staring at a faceplate. The numbers beckoned to him in her illusive cryptic font, and the clock before him blared a red 12:30. Surely not too late for a student on a Friday night... and furthermore, this was an emergency. To some girls their diaries were as close and dear to them as pets or even family. The thought of having her most intimate of thoughts bare for the world to see must be killing her. It was decided then. Pulling his cellular phone from his desk, he licked his lips, allowing himself one more chance to stop... before he finally began to thumb in those numbers. One by one he plunged the buttons down until, with a 9th digit pressed, he activated the call. As the phone rang, he idly wondered to himself when the last time he'd been so so worried or stressed out over anything. he was unable to come up with an answer.
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From the moment Susan rushed out of the door, a certain excitment that no one could mistake for anything but the dirty pleasure it was, had begun to rack its way up her spine and into the dark abyss of her triggered mind; threateningto blow any moment. The plan was set; her journal placed accordingly on the floor of his classroom, where he'd surely find it or brake his neck trying to avoid it on his way out. A seductive grin swept over an innocent face as Susan ran down the hallway to the large stain-glass exit with posters up advertising this and that.
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| Hang up. Hang up, you're a fool. You're a married fool on the phone past midnight calling one of your oddest female students. Dateline exists because of moments like these. The endless ringing seemed to go on for an eternity, sending his thoughts backwards and forward in an endless tumble. A tenuous fingers twitched unevenly over the phone's power button, ready ot hang up, for all the world like a 7th grader calling his crush. Christ man, steady yourself! She's a student, you're a teacher, you're simply helping her out, and- "H-hello?" The shakiness of her voice made him all but plant his face in his palm; of course she was asleep, you idiot, it's past midnight! She doesn't exactly seem like the club going type now, does she? A soft cough cleared his voice, idly wondering why he feared the thought of his wife waking up. "Susan? Ms. Reeves? I apologize for calling at such an hour; it's Mr. Somerset. Your English Advanced Teacher? I should probably go, I'll call you again in the morning-" His normally strong and confident voice seemed to lilt and waver, breathy from his whispers and... though she wasn't positive, she could almost -hear- him blushing.
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