12.17 -- So, the staff may have been a bit out of it this past week, but we were just busy celebrating the end of the semester by partying way too much. Now that that's all over, it's time to focus on Free Falling. We're gonnna introduce an event as well as a great new way to make money for your characters! It's gonna be hella exciting, stay tuned! BLU OUT ~
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Post by Zeroun Baldwin on Dec 11, 2014 19:32:58 GMT
Now that you've left me
Was what I did so wrong?
It was the perfect camouflage; grabbing some lunch and finding a seat near one of the corners of the cafeteria, so he could observe everyone in the cafeteria, namely the females. He had some spectacles with him, and some papers, to make it look as though he were possibly grading papers, or something that would make people not think twice about what he was doing in the cafeteria. In reality, he actually had a notepad and a pen with him, and he was marking down attributes of females, so he'd know who to stalk later. His notes looked something like this:
Brunette. Medium hair. Nice ass.
Multi-colored. Long hair. A rack to behold.
Blonde. Medium hair. Carries herself nicely.
Blonde. Short hair. Legs of a goddess.
Black. Long hair. Nice ass.
It wasn't unusual for him to make notes like these, but he was careful to not show them to anyone. It's not that he was a stalker, per se, he just liked a little heart-racing action that didn't involve battling every now and then. In this case, it was stalking the students of the university, to the point of actually following them to their locker rooms. He'd not exactly been caught red-handed before, but he'd never actually gone into a locker room while they were changing; he just liked listening in. And, of course, he couldn't be judged for his taste in women, even if they were only a quarter his age. "Nice line of babes today, mm-mm-mm," the Professor muttered to himself, as he absentmindedly took a bite of an apple from his tray, sliding the notepad underneath another paper as someone approached, pretending to read over what was on the paper.
Post by Hiruka Azalea on Dec 11, 2014 19:41:38 GMT
It was another day she'd decided to sit in the cafeteria, and another day she could only wonder why. She made her own lunches, and it wasn't like the cafeteria was anything special- but somehow she was starting to be glad she had, since she noticed the history professor alone in a corner, and it didn't look like he was eating much at the start.
Curious if she could get a peek at what he was so busy with, she wandered over to see why the man was alone when he could eat with friends instead. Surely he had them, right? Everyone did. But upon closer inspection, as she got close enough to just eye some of the words on the page, her smile turned slightly dark, as she fought not to let her vines out from frustration.
Perverts didn't get any mercy...But she wanted to respect her elders to some extent.
Smiling with a slightly venomous tone, she honestly voiced her curiosity out loud. "Say, teacher. What about the green haired girl with the straw hat?"
Post by Zeroun Baldwin on Dec 11, 2014 23:19:35 GMT
Now that you've left me
Was what I did so wrong?
Unfortunately for the old professor, he hadn't hidden his notepad swiftly enough. His gaze slowly rose to the student standing before him. He didn't show any alarm or concern, though his heart did skip a beat. He'd played off such instances before with no trouble at all. This time would be no different. "What about a green haired girl with the straw hat?" he asked, repeating the question as his own, going back to reading the paper and taking a sip of his tea. The paper, in question, was actually a report that had been turned in from one of the students, and although he'd already looked over the papers and graded them mentally, he hadn't yet put grades on the papers themselves, for an occasion such as this.
Zeroun knew the girl had seen his notes, but as usual, he was playing innocent. He always did. However, he did find this girl to be rather interesting. Not in the 'big-breasted, nice ass, legs of a goddess' type of way, either. It had been a while since he'd been approached and actually caught, but even longer since someone had said something to him. Questioning a professor at her own school; he was both surprised and pleased, he decided, as he returned his gaze to the girl.
Post by Hiruka Azalea on Dec 14, 2014 16:28:48 GMT
"The one right behind you, of course." Hiruka chimed with her sly grin. She wasn't happy at this stage- but smiling took less effort, she often tried to remind herself. Still, she was actually angry- and her somewhat violent temper made her want to curse the man out quickly. But, respecting your elders was also important. Then again, boundaries were too, right?
Taking a seat next to the clearly unique fellow, who was still playing innocent even though she had clearly figured out what was going on. "You know, they say lying causes wrinkles. That's why honest is my policy. And I honestly think that while observing others is fine, it's impolite to observe them only for their bodies. You should talk to them and see if their ego is as big as their breasts or something."
Post by Zeroun Baldwin on Dec 15, 2014 9:54:42 GMT
Now that you've left me
Was what I did so wrong?
Zeroun took a sip from his beverage, presumably tea, judging by the string dangling on the side of it. The one right behind you, of course Well, she technically wasn't behind him, seeing as he could see her without turning around, but he wasn't about to argue at this stage. He sensed agitation from the girl, which amused him. There was a first time for everything. Heh.
What really got the professor, was the fact that instead of grumbling and walking off with her hands on her hips, the young girl had chosen to actually sit down next to him. As she spoke, a low chuckle rose up in his throat. "Indeed. I've never been one to intentionally lie. An old man has his hobbies and guilty pleasures, just like everyone else. And, for the record--"he started, taking another sip of his beverage and exhaling in a satisfied manner after he'd swallowed. "I do end up talking to most of them at one point or another. I just have a, ah... questionable method as to how I keep track of each of them, heh," he said. "Though, in response to your question... I'd hazard a guess... mm, caring... perhaps a bit rash, but means well. Perhaps a bit curious and astute as well."
"Means well, yes. Curious definitely. Rash? ...I have no idea. But a lot of people say it, so I guess so." Smiling easily as the man described her, she couldn't help but wonder what he meant by assuming her 'astute'. Instead of question it, though, she preferred to focus on how close he was to describing her, and thinking about just how good he must've been at reading people. "Are you psychic though? No one can know that just by what you look like. That's almost too amazing."
Yep, she had to assume that. Because who else could guess how rash she was? Or deem her caring without meeting her more than a few moments ago? So obviously the person was psychic in some way. That, or she was easy to read [which she admittedly was], and didn't even think about it. "That wasn't what I was asking about though. I wanted to know about your other observations. Not telling someone isn't being truthful either you know. And you're not that old. You're not that old until you can't walk on your own because your bones can't hold you up from time's actions."
Post by Zeroun Baldwin on Dec 16, 2014 7:03:57 GMT
Now that you've left me
Was what I did so wrong?
Zeroun wasn't surprised at the response from the girl. Or, rather, her confirmation of his assumptions. He had a really good knack for being able to tell what a person was like at a distance; even moreso if he interacted with them, even if only for a brief moment. "Psychc, you ask? Mm, perhaps. I've never really given it much thought, honestly," he said, a thoughtful expression finding its way to his face as he fiddled with one of the sides of his mustache. It would explain a lot, definitely, but he wasn't going to accept that as the sole reason.
When Hiruka spoke again, stating that his particular assessment of her was not what she'd asked about, a smile crept to his face. A low, quiet chuckle started, and it eventually turned into a short-term burst of laughter. "Oh, young lady. I don't tell people what they ask to hear, I tell them what I think they should hear. Not telling someone something isn't being truthful, yes, but in what manner? I did provide an answer, albeit perhaps not one you're quite as satisfied, or dissatisfied with, if that be the case," he said after a few heads had turned to look in his direction and give him a funny look. "Your opinion of one's age is quite fascinating. Age does a number on many people, some earlier than others. There are those that are younger than me and worse off, and then there are those who are older and better off," he said. "It is true, time has not yet had its way with me, but I'm not exactly at the peak of my youth, either. An... older man has to do something to make himself feel young then and again," he added, almost in a sing-song voice.
