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Character Reference
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With a near silent huff, Elena didn't even bother batting an eyelash as the other occupant in the room moved around, scattering his own mess across the tables aimlessly, tactlessly and certainly without an ounce of charm. It was clear he didn't care, about the class, replaceable materials, or just about anything else. It was certainly a skill that only a select few in the world probably had, and Elena was not one of those few. Make no mistake, the blonde was most definitely selfish. She took care to make sure that she put herself above the needs of others, that she loved herself more than any she deemed insignificant, it's how she made it here today unscathed, after all. Learning to take care of herself, Elena had been witness to the filth of the world, minor and major, which allowed her to hold onto her morals stronger than most could - which inadvertently made her care a little too much, at times. Only with particular subjects at least. Disrespect based on intelligence, unfortunately, was rated a little high up on her list.
Kicking her foot out, hooking the corner of the table with the heel of her shoes, Elena halted the spinning of her chair fluidly, having no need to readjust herself as she came out from the spin. Her phone lay silently to the side, and the room echoed the silence back, leaving only the quiet wires to hum and buzz as they pleased while the electricity continued to run through it. Elena only regarded Alexander quietly as he sat himself up on the desks, tinkered with his own project and the academic one, injecting his voice now and then to fill the silence, or perhaps out of habit as this was the norm.
"
You're full of assumptions. And demands. More so than usual," Elena replied eventually, shrugging as she lowered her leg, shifting her weight as she hauled herself out of the chair. Reaching over for her own bag and papers, Elena began to gather her papers, holding each one out in front of her as her eyes skimmed the page, reading and re-reading sections that she had deemed important, or at least the Prof. had kindly reminded them to 'learn to read, for Christ's sake, you illiterate monkeys'. It took a while, as Elena was a slow reader, but at least she would make sure that she covered all bases. Shuffling the last pieces of her notes, Elena rolled her shoulders, "
Oh and don't we all know how much disappointment you face while attending this school, please, feel free to regale us all with more tales of your suffering," the blonde went on. Expressionless. Soon enough, she finished off the last of the papers and was quick to attach it altogether with the use of a paperclip.
Shoving the organized stack into the depths of her bag, Elena turned to grab her phone, "
you know, if you are so disappointed with the curriculum and whatnot, isn't there an enriched class? Possibility of skipping the class and grade altogether, provided you do know all the material and can prove it to the head of department?" the blonde asked, though clearly just as disinterested in the entire matter as the other was with ... just about anything that required him being seated next to an existence, or within social requirements. Elena herself had no idea if the options were even a possibility, they were only rumors, and besides the blonde was no prodigy, genius or first class honors, the option - should it exist - wouldn't have even existed for her. At Alexander's response, if there was one in the first place, Elena wasn't hearing any of it, more invested in her escape attempt at the moment. Heading for the door, Elena spared not a single glance behind her shoulder as she heaved her bag over the shoulder, and as she tossed her hair over the handle of it, pulling the door open with ease.
Stepped out into the hallway, Elena only managed a few steps away from the door - and more importantly the bloody window - before Professor Furosa came into view. Arms crossed, hands tapping against her hip, the brunette woman had a disapproving look on her face, much different from the usual smirk or mock irritation she expressed. The two ladies stood silently in the hall for only a moment, and Elena bit the inside of her lip, deciding, weighing possibilities with pros and cons as the seconds crawled and staggered on. The situation at hand was ideal, it sounded ironic, but it was one where Elena had an easy - but reckless - escape plan. Other than outright running past the profession, of course.
"
Miss Salis, fancy seeing you out and about at this time," the professor remarked, tilting her head dangerously so, in such a way that reminded Elena of a predator. The overall image of the woman was intimidating, and strong. This was clearly not someone to bullshit around with, Elena had quickly deduced on her first day, and the professor was probably someone who played Russian Roulette with a poker face. Probably. No excuse would work, lies would easily be sniffed and snuffled out, there was really only one option available for Elena, as wrong and as violating it was.
Shifting her eyes from the woman's overall alpha like dominating posture, Elena locked her eyes with the woman, her breathing shaky as she tried to reassure herself that her plan would succeed. Of course, the entire process was a risk. Elena had so much to lose, her secrets, her credibility, education ... and most of all that was riding on chance, the chance that the professor would succumb to the tempered and selective - not to mention young and inexperienced - magic that ran deep in her veins. Jutting her hip out to the side, and letting her top slide just a bit above her stomach, showing off more skin that was allowed, Elena raised both of her arms behind her back, making it seem like she was simply readjusting her hair, rearranging it behind her shoulders. In doing so, the black jacket moved apart, sliding off her body, and shuffling over to her sides - gathering under her arms instead - showing off how tight the top underneath really hugged her model like body.
Before the confused woman could say a word, Elena let out a final sigh - letting out all of her bundled nerves with it - and urged the magic to boil and spark underneath her skin, in her blood. Eventually, the rush, the spark of magic crept its way up from the tips of her fingers to the very center of her pupils. The pressure easily settled onto her eyes, a clear indication of her magical talent were working at all. There was no extravagant cryo casting, or shadow manipulation, all the work was done with her eyes - something that given her position at the moment, probably wasn't something her 'victim's' top concern.
Biting her lip, Elena began pushing out any irrelevant thought, leaving only her goal to ring and echo in her mind clearly and specifically. Her concentration was strong, her focus clear, and her eyes reflected all of that, to the extent that her normal dusty blue orbs began to light up - as dramatically as those who wielded a more physical or visible form of ability. The professor, her victim, who continued to look on confused, but freezing altogether, no different from that of an animal paralyzed with fear - recognizing some sort of higher power in play at the moment. Elena had to make this quick, make it as smooth as possible.
"
Professor," she began, voice raspy from pressure, "
I believe I was on my way out. Urgent family emergency, and according to the doctors, if I make my way over right now, a potential tragedy can be prevented. Adieu," the blonde finished quickly. And imagine her relief when Elena recognized the signs of her talents working! Unofficially, her talent mostly worked on those who found her attractive. Even the slightest appreciation could result with them being looped into one of her riskier or less-thought out plans. Fortunately for her, though her Professor was more professional than anything, competent (for Elena at least), and all things good, the scientist within the teacher had no way of denying the possibility of physical admiration. Sexuality was a spectrum, greatly affected by ... many variables, one's that Elena wasn't too clear on, but any scientist could probably recite off their heads, which made them open to both ways of the street - in a manner of speaking. It was dumb luck that her Professor was as open minded, so open with her words and her mind.
The hypnotized professor, frozen for all of five seconds at most, snapped back to attention in the middle of the now, deserted hallway. In between two lab doors, peeking over at the window, there was someone in there, and she turned on her heel satisfied with her check.
Hiding behind a corner, Elena watched, sighing heavily as the entire situation blew over, quite successfully, if she said so herself. The command she had repeated quickly through her head was a simple,
You don't know I'm leaving. Vague, but magic tended to respond way better with emotions than those of meager words. The words were simply for the camera, or any wandering students or even staff, who could have potentially stumbled upon this particular hallway.
Shaking her head to clear the random strands of thoughts, Elena turned on her heel, away from the 'crime scene', and quickly fled the building itself. Not exactly paying attention to where her feet lead her.
*might have to fix up magical use. not a final draft. any explaining can be answered if post wasn't too clear, I know I skipped through a lot of possible 'logical' answers, assumptions, and explanations, but the post was getting way too damn long so I had to cut everything short. Will be deleted if it's fine.*
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After a few moments of silence between the arguing couple and the radio in the background, Dustin finally spoke again. "Did you send the email I wanted you to? The receivers being all of the professors, moss importantly being tight ass, Dr. Simmons." The wondrous sarcasm of the phone rang through the air. "Did you remember to eat something this morning?" His eyes rolled, "yes" he pointed at the small plastic bag that hung below his glove compartment. Inside of the bag was a small box labeled, 'Breakfast Stars' He then continued, "I even got Dr. Simmon's order on the back seat." The phone politely answered for once, "Yes, Dustin I emailed the entire school staff." A grin appeared upon Dustin's face.
Jeremy arrived at the field. He saw that the coaches were waiting on them with their hands behind their backs. "