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Myuka
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Original poster
(RP with @TreasureSniper)
Being quite a few weeks into the semester at Brooks University has proven to be a stressful time for some students. Mid terms felt right around the corner and for those who have been out at night more than in their dorms at night they were finally feeling the pressure. Some students love the study of history, more specifically US History before 1750. However that group of students proved to be very small compared to the roughly one hundred college students that filled the lecture hall. Most students were most likely taking the class to fill the liberal arts credit that perfectly matched the three credit course.
The professor seemed much larger in stature than your average college professor. He looked more like a body builder or professional weight lifter hiding in an ugly brown stripped long sleeved button up shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. The 6'2 brown skinned buff looking instructor went through his last slide and took off a pair of thick framed glasses and looked at his class. He ran his hand through his wavy chocolate colored hair and took a deep breath before looking up at the lecture hall full of students who looked to be half paying attention at this point.
"You have four more days until the mid term. This test is worth two hundred points and can really make or break you in this class. If you haven't had the chance to go over the review in the Learning Application I highly recommend you look now. There's still time to go over the previous modules and the study guide. As always you can email me or just come up to me if you have any questions." The instructor waited for any response from his half dead students, only to be met with silence. "Well... if there isn't anything. You're dismissed." He announced, watching the students grab their tablets, laptops, notebooks and pack them all up and leave the lecture hall. The instructor turned back to his desk up front and began shutting down all of his electronics.
"Don't come crying to me when half of you fail." He muttered to himself as he started unplugging his MacBook from the projector.
"So... I'm still confused professor. Was Obama born in Kenya or was he not?" He heard a female voice from the lecture hall. He recognized the voice and couldn't help but sigh as he looked up from his podium at the girl sitting a few rows from him.
The girl had to be in her early twenties, a little older than some of his other students in this undergraduate course. She had a petite frame and could have only been around 5'6 when standing. With pale skin, dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes she seemed to have a snide smirk to her earlier question as she sat in the desk with her head in her hands, looking straight at the professor. She wore a black and red flannel with a pair of jean shorts and flip flops, looking like half of the other college girls that walked around in early fall around the campus.
The professor gave the girl an unamused look. "That wouldn't even be covered in this class It's history BEFORE 1750." He corrected her as the remainder of the students were finally gone. "How long have you been sitting there?" He asked her.
"Well now I'm concerned that I've been sitting in the second row of your class for an undisclosed amount of time and you had no clue. How sharp are you exactly?" She questioned him with a slight laugh, to which she got no response. She finally had a more serious look in her eye as she still held her head in her hands. "Have you considered my offer?" She questioned him.
"For tonight, right?" He asked her, putting the MacBook in it's protective case, ready for travel. "I don't know." His voice had a hesitation to it. "All of this for a possible lead. Seems like a lot of risk. Why not bring someone else?" He asked her.
"I've thought it through many times. I need you to make this work because of your great eye and ability to work from far distance. If I brought others it's only more people in the way and possible problems." It was obvious she was trying very hard to convince him. "Besides, I'm not asking you to shoot to kill. I just need tranquilizers. Shouldn't be too much to ask, right?" She didn't get a response from him right away, which seemed to get to her. She sighed and stood up. "I need an answer soon. Otherwise we have to rethink." She sounded more serious.
"I know, I know." He answered quickly. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "It should be fine. It should work out." He still sounded hesitant, but he committed.
She smiled, obviously happy with his decision. "Well good. Tonight, the pier in Duluth then." She verified.
Being quite a few weeks into the semester at Brooks University has proven to be a stressful time for some students. Mid terms felt right around the corner and for those who have been out at night more than in their dorms at night they were finally feeling the pressure. Some students love the study of history, more specifically US History before 1750. However that group of students proved to be very small compared to the roughly one hundred college students that filled the lecture hall. Most students were most likely taking the class to fill the liberal arts credit that perfectly matched the three credit course.
The professor seemed much larger in stature than your average college professor. He looked more like a body builder or professional weight lifter hiding in an ugly brown stripped long sleeved button up shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. The 6'2 brown skinned buff looking instructor went through his last slide and took off a pair of thick framed glasses and looked at his class. He ran his hand through his wavy chocolate colored hair and took a deep breath before looking up at the lecture hall full of students who looked to be half paying attention at this point.
"You have four more days until the mid term. This test is worth two hundred points and can really make or break you in this class. If you haven't had the chance to go over the review in the Learning Application I highly recommend you look now. There's still time to go over the previous modules and the study guide. As always you can email me or just come up to me if you have any questions." The instructor waited for any response from his half dead students, only to be met with silence. "Well... if there isn't anything. You're dismissed." He announced, watching the students grab their tablets, laptops, notebooks and pack them all up and leave the lecture hall. The instructor turned back to his desk up front and began shutting down all of his electronics.
"Don't come crying to me when half of you fail." He muttered to himself as he started unplugging his MacBook from the projector.
"So... I'm still confused professor. Was Obama born in Kenya or was he not?" He heard a female voice from the lecture hall. He recognized the voice and couldn't help but sigh as he looked up from his podium at the girl sitting a few rows from him.
The girl had to be in her early twenties, a little older than some of his other students in this undergraduate course. She had a petite frame and could have only been around 5'6 when standing. With pale skin, dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes she seemed to have a snide smirk to her earlier question as she sat in the desk with her head in her hands, looking straight at the professor. She wore a black and red flannel with a pair of jean shorts and flip flops, looking like half of the other college girls that walked around in early fall around the campus.
The professor gave the girl an unamused look. "That wouldn't even be covered in this class It's history BEFORE 1750." He corrected her as the remainder of the students were finally gone. "How long have you been sitting there?" He asked her.
"Well now I'm concerned that I've been sitting in the second row of your class for an undisclosed amount of time and you had no clue. How sharp are you exactly?" She questioned him with a slight laugh, to which she got no response. She finally had a more serious look in her eye as she still held her head in her hands. "Have you considered my offer?" She questioned him.
"For tonight, right?" He asked her, putting the MacBook in it's protective case, ready for travel. "I don't know." His voice had a hesitation to it. "All of this for a possible lead. Seems like a lot of risk. Why not bring someone else?" He asked her.
"I've thought it through many times. I need you to make this work because of your great eye and ability to work from far distance. If I brought others it's only more people in the way and possible problems." It was obvious she was trying very hard to convince him. "Besides, I'm not asking you to shoot to kill. I just need tranquilizers. Shouldn't be too much to ask, right?" She didn't get a response from him right away, which seemed to get to her. She sighed and stood up. "I need an answer soon. Otherwise we have to rethink." She sounded more serious.
"I know, I know." He answered quickly. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "It should be fine. It should work out." He still sounded hesitant, but he committed.
She smiled, obviously happy with his decision. "Well good. Tonight, the pier in Duluth then." She verified.