[hr] [hr] [center][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3x6qxaOGh1r76pys.gif[/img][/center] [center][h1][color=Gold]Giddeon Bergan - Present Day - Carson City High School[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [hr] [color=Plum]“One at a time, and starting with Giddeon; choose your teams boys, and hand out the sashes. Once we’re done here; can one of you go grab the ball for me, and then it’s out to the field for some friendly competition.”[/color] [color=gold]Giddeon’s back straightened the second that he heard that they would be going outside. Finally! No more cramped, stuffy, over-stimulating scents that would continue to give him headaches for the rest of the class. He loved P.E. He really did. But one could play dodgeball and do conditioning so many times before they just got burnt out on it. Giddeon was a runner; he loved the open spaces and fresh air - in fact, he thrived in it. A bright, white smile split his lips as Ms. F motioned for him and the other captain to stand and address the rest of the class. So Giddeon hopped up and half jogged, half walked over towards his teacher where he only just then registered that the other captain was Clifford. Of course, out of all of the students in their class, Ms. F had to go and choose the two Werewolves as captains. It’s not like him and Clifford ever sat down with one another and talked about being Werewolves. Quite the opposite, really. One good whiff, and they both knew just exactly what the other was. Giddeon was excited upon the discovery at first, but then realized that a Werewolf not within his own pack might have meant that there was another pack in Carson City, which wouldn’t exactly make his pack happy. So he refrained from approaching Clifford about it, and the school days went on. After that, though, it only got more confusing. Still quite young, Giddeon wasn’t too sure what to make of the strange scent coming from Madison Burke - and it just seemed to happen overnight, too. One day, she smelled just humanly fine. The next day… well he just wasn’t sure what it was. He had to cheat a bit by going to Mr. Zaiger about it. After school that day, Jake and Giddeon went out to a secluded part of Giddeon’s property where he then went into a small lesson on how to pick out a hybrid amongst the rest of the species. It took him a bit (and a whole lot of guessing), but eventually, Giddeon was able to understand that she was half Werewolf, half Vampire. Just how the hell something like that even happened, however, Giddeon wasn’t sure. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted Mr. Zaiger to just tell him, either. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to know. His eyes drifted to the girl in thought and he gave her a warm smile and a quick wave hello. Just when did she get into class? Had he missed something? He had been in such deep thought about a new scent, he hadn’t heard much of anything Ms. F said until she mentioned the word “outside.” Being inside sure had it’s distractions. Someone didn’t put on deodorant, for starters. One of the girls was about to start her cycle, someone had pizza for breakfast, someone was already sweating, Clifford was a big red dog, Madison was a hybrid, and Ms. F… Giddeon’s eyes went back to his teacher. That’s right! He had been stuck on her for the earlier part of the class. Something was… off. He had sensed it in her before - there was a smell, definitely, but today it was more of a sense. He could feel something tightening in his chest - a sort of anxiety that wasn’t his own. Something was going to happen that day… he just wished he knew what it was. “Uhm…” Giddeon put his eyes back forward and looked over his classmates. He hated picking first. It put him in a position he didn’t exactly want. His eyes then caught movement towards the back of the gym where the doors for the entrance and exit were and smiled. “Alright. I pick Mr. Zaiger!”[/color] [hr] [hr] [center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/96074a7adc2cae56961e72f86b48d813/tumblr_inline_nymtaugJuA1sx6fr2_500.gif[/img][/center] [center][h1][color=Firebrick]Jake Zaiger - Present Day - Carson City High School[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [hr] [color=firebrick] Having finished all of his work he normally would have done during his free period, Jake Zaiger found himself with nothing to do but to kill time until his first class started for the day. Homeroom didn’t count. He could make it count by making the students actually work on assignments during the brief thirty minutes before their day started, but he’d have better luck trying to saddle a Werewolf and take him to the rodeo. Well… Giddeon aside. There were perks to having the first period of the day open, like having that extra few moments before the day actually started to make sure he had everything in order. But then… it made for a very long day - especially Fridays when the students were more capable learning when they had just woken up rather than being excited over a weekend. Were there any kids that were simply interested in learning for the sake of learning anymore? It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Jake to make his way to the gymnasium during these times when he had nothing to do. He’d simply stand back by one of the walls, usually much on some fruit or popcorn or whatever else he had around, and quietly observe. By far it was more entertaining than the alternative - the staff room. No, at least this way he could keep an eye on some of his favorite students and see them in their prime; when their blood was filled with adrenaline and their (human) true faces emerged. It had taken a [i]lot[/i] of willpower and training to be able to get him to this point - the point where he could be around so many humans in an enclosed space where their blood and sweat scents were the most alluring… but he managed. Hell… it was worth it just seeing some of the school bullies getting smacked in the face with a dodgeball by a “geek” from time to time. Every once in a while he would leave before the class was even close to being finished. There were just days when the students didn’t want to participate and would rather stand around, talking (and in the girls’ case, flirting) with him. The last thing he wanted was to take away the spotlight from another teacher, or cause a disruption, so he’d simply remove himself. That got the students’ attention right quick and conditioned them to behave whenever he [i]did[/i] show up. Today was no different. He was picking at an orange when he came in, quietly walking the length of the wall where he found his spot, perched his foot against the wall while bending his knee, and looked more content to simply do his watching before Giddeon called out to him. Having missed the conversation beforehand, Jake finished chewing his orange slice before he quirked an eyebrow at his favorite student. “Come again?” The small click of students who normally gravitated towards him all piped up, encouraging and cheering him on. Who [i]wouldn’t[/i] want to see one of their teachers playing a game of touch football? Finally getting the gist of it, Jake let out a soft, half-hearted chuckle, a smile almost appearing on his lips where the apples of his cheeks almost nearly became defined. He shook his head no. “Fraid not. Haven’t had my physical renewed.” he joked. But his answer still held the same. He’d just rather not get involved.[/color]