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Haha it's okay it wasn't too bad. At least you didn't forget your own characters name.
Reporting at 1:15am! Gotta stay up for the new Doctor Who episode. Why is it so much harder to write a post when I actually have the time for it?Procrastination is ruining my life, I want to do everything else than what I'm supposed to do, until I finish and then I WANT TO DO NOTHING AT ALL. Fuck.
She looked a bit shocked at first – that was a bold statement to put it mildly. A look around the room
‘GILF? Haven’t heard that one before…’ She mused lightly, drawing lightly on the margins of her page. She was getting a strange feeling in the front of her skull – a niggle of sorts. She tried to rub her forehead, but it was deeper than her scalp. It was a tickle at the front of her brain. Something that she couldn’t quite remember – the way that he moved around, talked…had she seen this lecturer before?
Eriset doubted it – all of the other lecturers she’d had before had been a lot older, and she definitely would have recognized him after seeing his delivery on the stage.
Maybe it had just been around campus – that would have explained it, only that she hadn’t even heard of this guy before. If he had been here longer than a semester, Eriset figured she would have at least heard of him before. No doubt he’d have attracted a decent following of female students, eager to fulfil some kind of student/teacher fantasy.
An elbow to her side cause her to yelp painfully, hand flying to massage the assualted bruise – the girl next to her look apologetic, but tipped her head slightly towards the front. Sending back a thankful look, she tried to casually rub away the burning feeling.
Eriset cleared her throat – she’d been questioned, apparently. She rubbed her forehead again, this time in annoyance, feeling like she was a bad student in a high-school class.
“Eriset.” She said simply, careful not to fumble while making sure she gave the correct name.
This was not going as planned, at all.
“Three groups? Shocked, confused and ashamed?”
The tittering of laughter spread through the class, appreciating the dry humour. Hand covering her mouth casually, she frowned. This wasn’t the plan. Apart of her was proud for the quip,a part of her was annoyed at her inability to contain herself, and a part of her was calculating. It wasn't too bad - in fact, it could prove to be an advantage for her. Maybe if she seemed intolerable enough, he wouldn’t try to engage her anymore. Eriset wasn’t too sure what he expected anyways – getting a serious answer out of a class that had felt deceived for the most was bordering on too high of an expectation. That and it was a first lecture – she hardly suspected that anyone else had even bought the textbook yet, let alone started reading through it. It was lucky enough that he was presenting to a full house, instead of the dribs and drabs that would fight their better judgement to stay home and enjoy the lack of responsibility for the first week. Eriset bit back a dry laugh - maybe she should have done that, she definitely wouldn't be in this position now.
‘GILF? Haven’t heard that one before…’ She mused lightly, drawing lightly on the margins of her page. She was getting a strange feeling in the front of her skull – a niggle of sorts. She tried to rub her forehead, but it was deeper than her scalp. It was a tickle at the front of her brain. Something that she couldn’t quite remember – the way that he moved around, talked…had she seen this lecturer before?
Eriset doubted it – all of the other lecturers she’d had before had been a lot older, and she definitely would have recognized him after seeing his delivery on the stage.
Maybe it had just been around campus – that would have explained it, only that she hadn’t even heard of this guy before. If he had been here longer than a semester, Eriset figured she would have at least heard of him before. No doubt he’d have attracted a decent following of female students, eager to fulfil some kind of student/teacher fantasy.
An elbow to her side cause her to yelp painfully, hand flying to massage the assualted bruise – the girl next to her look apologetic, but tipped her head slightly towards the front. Sending back a thankful look, she tried to casually rub away the burning feeling.
Eriset cleared her throat – she’d been questioned, apparently. She rubbed her forehead again, this time in annoyance, feeling like she was a bad student in a high-school class.
“Eriset.” She said simply, careful not to fumble while making sure she gave the correct name.
This was not going as planned, at all.
“Three groups? Shocked, confused and ashamed?”
The tittering of laughter spread through the class, appreciating the dry humour. Hand covering her mouth casually, she frowned. This wasn’t the plan. Apart of her was proud for the quip,a part of her was annoyed at her inability to contain herself, and a part of her was calculating. It wasn't too bad - in fact, it could prove to be an advantage for her. Maybe if she seemed intolerable enough, he wouldn’t try to engage her anymore. Eriset wasn’t too sure what he expected anyways – getting a serious answer out of a class that had felt deceived for the most was bordering on too high of an expectation. That and it was a first lecture – she hardly suspected that anyone else had even bought the textbook yet, let alone started reading through it. It was lucky enough that he was presenting to a full house, instead of the dribs and drabs that would fight their better judgement to stay home and enjoy the lack of responsibility for the first week. Eriset bit back a dry laugh - maybe she should have done that, she definitely wouldn't be in this position now.
Fuck sorry, trying to write at 3am was not a bit help. Her name is Eriset Knights. Really sorry about that? I'll go back and edit: I must have been thinking about the colour name and confused myself.
No, no, it's all good.
Sorry my reply is a bit late - should be good to have posts up a bit quicker after tomorrow, since my assignments should be done.
Sorry my reply is a bit late - should be good to have posts up a bit quicker after tomorrow, since my assignments should be done.
The Dean never seemed to bring good news, though Eriset had to admit this may not have necessarily bad.
Naturally, it would seem that Ms. Brownes reputation couldn’t have been that well hidden from the rest of staff – even Eriset had managed to hear word, and she didn’t speak to many people at all outside of class.
Eriset's eyebrows raised further when she heard the words “he” and “young”. She imagined that after today, there would be quite a few of the male students dropping this class.
The door opened for a second time not long after – another man strode in, no doubt their new teacher.
She supposed he might have been alright looking, in that kind of silver-fox way. He didn't quite look as young at the Dean had made him out to be, but apparently that was just the fact he had aged before his time - a childish grin seemed to give a truer representation of his actual age, being something of a man still edging on his thirties, as opposed to well into them. It was something of a surprising change, Eriset had thought. The usual line-up of lecturers (excluding the ever-popular Ms. Browne) was comprised of older men, either too arrogant, short-tempered or despondent to really be worthwhile listening to.
Despite her some-what optimistic view on the new lecturer, she did notice something - namely the small, tight creases on the back of his grey suit - had he been sleeping before this?
‘What, did he sleep in his car or something?’ she snorted silently, leaning back in her seat. It didn’t quite go over as well as she thought, wincing as the chair dug right into the tender spot. There was a short exchange between the Dean and newcomer up on stage.
“This is bullshit…” one of the boys commented in the meantime, letting go of any attempt to be enthusiastic about the course or lecture. She could see someone else loosening their tie, deciding that it was hardly worth the effort now.
Curious, Eriset's eyes flowed up through the rows, looking at how the students were reacting to the sudden change. The boys, obviously, were either less than pleased, or cared as much as they did when the class started – which was not at all. The girls, however – while the occasional one looked disappointed, there were a few talking amongst themselves excitedly, and the others had taken to their phones to text what she assumed to be the good news.
‘Maybe I should be glad’ Eriset thought, slumping forward once again, pushing a wave of fluffy hair back out of her face. ‘It’s probably going to be easier getting alone time with him than Ms. Browne. ’
In the usual introductory manner, their new lecturer wrote his name on the blackboard behind him.
‘Karl Adalwulf, hm?’ The girl mused, pushing her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose. He was smirking viciously, knowing full well that he had upset a decent portion of the males in this class – she herself chuckled when he called out a particular boy, but that smile soon fell when his quip brought light to her own wardrobe.
Her ears flushed, glowing red. She sat up straight, folding her arms. She knew that she shouldn't – her goal was to blend in after all.
“Still wearing most than some, sir, though if the fig leaf is preferred…” Eriset responded airily, leaning forward with a falsely pleasant smile, thick with impudence. Not that she really cared all that much – after paying so much in tuition, she figured she may as well wear what she liked. Not that it was her money that she paid with. Or that she was doing a particularly useful degree.
College was only a cover for her anyway – pass or fail, it didn't matter that much. The opinion of one smart-ass lecturer wasn't her biggest concern.
She heard the giggling of girls beside her, followed by a few chuckles. Eriset tried to keep up the smile, but she did already regret drawing attention to herself. It was hardly going to help her later.
Thankfully, a boy interjected – the same one, it seemed, that had been called out for his aggressive peacocking.
“You’re the lecturer, shouldn’t you know what you’re going to teach us?” He called out. His friends around him caused a fuss – no doubt to compensate for their own indirectly hurt egos.
Eriset sighed none the less, already scribbling random doodles on her page – as long as she kept her head down from now on, things should be fine.
‘Especially with those assholes keeping him pre-occupied. Though I suppose it’s not surprising that a bunch of guys that came here for a hot teacher would still act like they’re in high-school…’ She thought with a frown, keeping her eyes cast down on her page.
Naturally, it would seem that Ms. Brownes reputation couldn’t have been that well hidden from the rest of staff – even Eriset had managed to hear word, and she didn’t speak to many people at all outside of class.
Eriset's eyebrows raised further when she heard the words “he” and “young”. She imagined that after today, there would be quite a few of the male students dropping this class.
The door opened for a second time not long after – another man strode in, no doubt their new teacher.
She supposed he might have been alright looking, in that kind of silver-fox way. He didn't quite look as young at the Dean had made him out to be, but apparently that was just the fact he had aged before his time - a childish grin seemed to give a truer representation of his actual age, being something of a man still edging on his thirties, as opposed to well into them. It was something of a surprising change, Eriset had thought. The usual line-up of lecturers (excluding the ever-popular Ms. Browne) was comprised of older men, either too arrogant, short-tempered or despondent to really be worthwhile listening to.
Despite her some-what optimistic view on the new lecturer, she did notice something - namely the small, tight creases on the back of his grey suit - had he been sleeping before this?
‘What, did he sleep in his car or something?’ she snorted silently, leaning back in her seat. It didn’t quite go over as well as she thought, wincing as the chair dug right into the tender spot. There was a short exchange between the Dean and newcomer up on stage.
“This is bullshit…” one of the boys commented in the meantime, letting go of any attempt to be enthusiastic about the course or lecture. She could see someone else loosening their tie, deciding that it was hardly worth the effort now.
Curious, Eriset's eyes flowed up through the rows, looking at how the students were reacting to the sudden change. The boys, obviously, were either less than pleased, or cared as much as they did when the class started – which was not at all. The girls, however – while the occasional one looked disappointed, there were a few talking amongst themselves excitedly, and the others had taken to their phones to text what she assumed to be the good news.
‘Maybe I should be glad’ Eriset thought, slumping forward once again, pushing a wave of fluffy hair back out of her face. ‘It’s probably going to be easier getting alone time with him than Ms. Browne. ’
In the usual introductory manner, their new lecturer wrote his name on the blackboard behind him.
‘Karl Adalwulf, hm?’ The girl mused, pushing her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose. He was smirking viciously, knowing full well that he had upset a decent portion of the males in this class – she herself chuckled when he called out a particular boy, but that smile soon fell when his quip brought light to her own wardrobe.
Her ears flushed, glowing red. She sat up straight, folding her arms. She knew that she shouldn't – her goal was to blend in after all.
“Still wearing most than some, sir, though if the fig leaf is preferred…” Eriset responded airily, leaning forward with a falsely pleasant smile, thick with impudence. Not that she really cared all that much – after paying so much in tuition, she figured she may as well wear what she liked. Not that it was her money that she paid with. Or that she was doing a particularly useful degree.
College was only a cover for her anyway – pass or fail, it didn't matter that much. The opinion of one smart-ass lecturer wasn't her biggest concern.
She heard the giggling of girls beside her, followed by a few chuckles. Eriset tried to keep up the smile, but she did already regret drawing attention to herself. It was hardly going to help her later.
Thankfully, a boy interjected – the same one, it seemed, that had been called out for his aggressive peacocking.
“You’re the lecturer, shouldn’t you know what you’re going to teach us?” He called out. His friends around him caused a fuss – no doubt to compensate for their own indirectly hurt egos.
Eriset sighed none the less, already scribbling random doodles on her page – as long as she kept her head down from now on, things should be fine.
‘Especially with those assholes keeping him pre-occupied. Though I suppose it’s not surprising that a bunch of guys that came here for a hot teacher would still act like they’re in high-school…’ She thought with a frown, keeping her eyes cast down on her page.
Alright, fixed it.
Eriset shifted against her seat, attempting to get in a position where the low back wasn’t going to poke into the tender muscle under her left shoulder. It had been a pipe. Or a pole. Maybe some railing. It didn’t matter what it was, but it did remind her that she really needed a new pair of gloves, since hers slipped so much…
Realising, after more struggling that her effort what in vain, she finally just slumped over her own arms on her desk.
‘This lecture hall is ridiculous. Of course the humanities gets left with the worst one after the sciences…’ She griped, pushing her glasses up and looking out at the rest of the hall through her hair.
She’d made the mistake of getting there a bit too early. While she might have been lazy enough to show up wearing what was clearly pajama pants and flip flops, she did not want to be walking into a lecture late wearing such things.
However, it had been to her surprise to find that she wasn’t the only one here. Even though the lecture still had another 15 minutes to go before it started, the room was slowly starting to fill up in the manner it normally would if it were 10 minutes later.
“I heard Ms. Browne was teaching this class...”
Eriset snorted quietly. Of course - the brunette hadn’t even given a thought to that when she’d been studying her new timetable the day before. Ms. Browne was a heroine and legend to the students – her classes were always notoriously easy, and she herself was really something to look at. Rumor around campus was that she’d gotten divorced recently, and was looking for a young, hot boy to teach her how to be loved again. The last part was more than likely just a hopeful fallacy from the likes of the boys now sitting in front of her. Sure, she may be divorced, but there’s no guarantee that she’s asking for anything. But Eriset supposed that it wasn’t such a sin to hope – she’d probably have trouble saying no too, if it were her that was being propositioned by the leggy redhead.
Besides – if most of the students were like the two boys eagerly talking away, then it was only going to help her avoid standing out.
‘But then… maybe it could be a problem.’ Eriset thought sourly. It was hard trying to book a meeting with Ms. Browne – seeing as she was so popular and sought after in terms of one-on-one feedback. How the hell was she going to get the chance to use her power on the woman?
She could just do the work herself, she supposed. Although she wouldn’t be able to guarantee herself a high mark as usually, maybe she’d be able to pull through with something…
Usually, when the tutors and lecturers were grey-haired and far less desirable, it was very easy to get enough alone time with them. She could just walk in a week before the assignment is due, get them to basically hand the essay to her, then leave and make it like she’d never been there. Simple, effective, and it would mean that Eriset would only have to spend two hours rewriting instead of 12 trying to get through it on her own.
Now that it was only minutes away until the start of class, Eriset felt her hopes being dashed further – almost the entire lecture hall had been filled up. Only a few seats were available, with all but 20 of the 150 students being male.
Eriset could see that some had dressed for the occasion. A few boys had donned their smart-casual suits, and others in their tightest fitting shirts. Some had even decided to forgot sleeves all together, hoping that the loose muscles singlets would show off their mediocre attempts to build muscles.
It was ridiculous – she felt ashamed of them, and she was in her goddamn pajamas for fucks sake. She didn’t have to be here – she could find notes later or watch a recording. It was so, so loud – she could be sleeping of the aches and pains right now, instead of sitting here watching 130 boys staring at some poor woman’s jugs for an hour and a half.
Sitting up, Eriset began to gather her books, shoving them into her backpack before standing up. She had only just been slinging it over her shoulder when the door at the side of the stage began to slowly open.
Realising, after more struggling that her effort what in vain, she finally just slumped over her own arms on her desk.
‘This lecture hall is ridiculous. Of course the humanities gets left with the worst one after the sciences…’ She griped, pushing her glasses up and looking out at the rest of the hall through her hair.
She’d made the mistake of getting there a bit too early. While she might have been lazy enough to show up wearing what was clearly pajama pants and flip flops, she did not want to be walking into a lecture late wearing such things.
However, it had been to her surprise to find that she wasn’t the only one here. Even though the lecture still had another 15 minutes to go before it started, the room was slowly starting to fill up in the manner it normally would if it were 10 minutes later.
“I heard Ms. Browne was teaching this class...”
Eriset snorted quietly. Of course - the brunette hadn’t even given a thought to that when she’d been studying her new timetable the day before. Ms. Browne was a heroine and legend to the students – her classes were always notoriously easy, and she herself was really something to look at. Rumor around campus was that she’d gotten divorced recently, and was looking for a young, hot boy to teach her how to be loved again. The last part was more than likely just a hopeful fallacy from the likes of the boys now sitting in front of her. Sure, she may be divorced, but there’s no guarantee that she’s asking for anything. But Eriset supposed that it wasn’t such a sin to hope – she’d probably have trouble saying no too, if it were her that was being propositioned by the leggy redhead.
Besides – if most of the students were like the two boys eagerly talking away, then it was only going to help her avoid standing out.
‘But then… maybe it could be a problem.’ Eriset thought sourly. It was hard trying to book a meeting with Ms. Browne – seeing as she was so popular and sought after in terms of one-on-one feedback. How the hell was she going to get the chance to use her power on the woman?
She could just do the work herself, she supposed. Although she wouldn’t be able to guarantee herself a high mark as usually, maybe she’d be able to pull through with something…
Usually, when the tutors and lecturers were grey-haired and far less desirable, it was very easy to get enough alone time with them. She could just walk in a week before the assignment is due, get them to basically hand the essay to her, then leave and make it like she’d never been there. Simple, effective, and it would mean that Eriset would only have to spend two hours rewriting instead of 12 trying to get through it on her own.
Now that it was only minutes away until the start of class, Eriset felt her hopes being dashed further – almost the entire lecture hall had been filled up. Only a few seats were available, with all but 20 of the 150 students being male.
Eriset could see that some had dressed for the occasion. A few boys had donned their smart-casual suits, and others in their tightest fitting shirts. Some had even decided to forgot sleeves all together, hoping that the loose muscles singlets would show off their mediocre attempts to build muscles.
It was ridiculous – she felt ashamed of them, and she was in her goddamn pajamas for fucks sake. She didn’t have to be here – she could find notes later or watch a recording. It was so, so loud – she could be sleeping of the aches and pains right now, instead of sitting here watching 130 boys staring at some poor woman’s jugs for an hour and a half.
Sitting up, Eriset began to gather her books, shoving them into her backpack before standing up. She had only just been slinging it over her shoulder when the door at the side of the stage began to slowly open.
FUcking christ of course i put the ic post in the ooc section first off.
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