do i have to? [vlad]

[Ambrose Cross]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ AND NOW YOU'RE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR, EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH MY ASS OFF. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Ambrose eyed the stack of papers on his desk and gave a heavy sigh. He really didn't want to spend his time grading papers, but it was quite a vital part of his job as the school's psychology teacher. He had given a test during class, and even though it had been announced, some of the students looked terrible lost as their dull eyes scanned the pages. He had asked simple questions about people like Piaget and Ainsworth, but he supposed no matter how well he tried to teach, there would always be students who didn't care. He guessed that those students thought this would be something of a "filler class," but Ambrose loved psychology and wanted to share that with young minds. Shaking his head in disappointment, he gathered the papers and locked the room, then headed to his dorm to start the tedious process. As he meandered down the halls, his musings began again. As much as he did enjoy teaching, he knew that the conventional method didn't go over well with the majority of students, so he took a different approach and tried to be kind and open to them. He event spent some mornings talking to students in his office about things other than his classes, and he bonded well with students, he believed. Sometimes, he wondered if he was under any harsh gazes because of this, but he never really chose "favorite" students through this method. He enjoyed talking to the younger generation about whatever came to their mind. It did relate to psychology, he noted as he reached his dorm door and pulled out the key card to insert it in the slot, then type his number in. Once inside, Ambrose set his items on the well-crafted desk near the entrance and sat in the chair. It was only a matter of moments before his red pen had made enough marks on the first paper that the test seemed to be bleeding. This student obviously was one of those who had been struggling, but Ambrose was not going to cut him any slack. If he missed this many questions, then that was his fault. [/style]

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[Vladimir Shuiski]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:475px; background-color:#ffffbb; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding-top:20px; border:2px solid #000000,bTable][STYLE=width:400px; height:20px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-22px; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:-1px; font-size:14px; font-family:georgia; color:#ffffbb; letter-spacing:5px; padding-left:5px]i was lost, i was lost -- ☆[/style][STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/14o395y.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style][STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/14o395y.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/14o395y.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/14o395y.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; margin-bottom:-2px][/style][STYLE=width:270px; height:200px; float:right; font-family:georgia; font-size:20px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-452px; margin-right:15px; letter-spacing:-2px]crossed lines i shouldn't have crossed.[/style][STYLE=width:270px; height:350px; float:right; margin-right:10px; margin-top:-400px; border-top:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; overflow:auto; color:#3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-left:3px; padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px]Vlad rubbed his forehead for some reason his head still hurt. Even after taking some medicine for it and trying to relax some then again teaching students was never relaxing. Specially when they refused to listen and they were hyper because of who knew why. But Vlad had been a student at one point as well just as crazy them. The blonde boy wondered if his room mate person would be there, the last few times he had managed to catch him there. Well let's just say he had been sleeping and Vlad was up for the rest of the night working on lesson plans. Instead of dragging him off to do something random and fun. Teachers had to have fun too not like work was the only thing that mattered. It was just part of it and he wouldn't fall behind or not that behind. The boy yawned and just gathered up his work putting them in his bag. At least this way he would be able to walk and read back towards the room. His key was in his mouth so he didn't have to dig into his pocket. Maybe he could get to know said roomie better then he did from what he read about him. But that might be digging into someone's private matters which he really didn't want to do. Vlad had actually planned to watch one of his classes not out of his own personal amusement. But because he wanted to see how he taught his students. Maybe he could teach Vlad a few things that he didn't know yet. Since well he was just a beginning teacher at this school. But in the back of his mind he believed it was cause he really wanted to get closer to him. Opening the door to the dorm room after he actually walked into the door while reading. He was now rubbing his forehead for another reason trying to ignore the red bump that surfaced. Looking to the person on the desk so he did catch him here and awake even if he was working. He leaned against the chair he was sitting in a bit looking over his shoulder just slightly to see the paper. "Hey how did class go?" He twirled a bit as he walked across the room putting his bag on the bed with his book. Maybe he should start working but a little conversation never hurt. 'Randomly my stomach feels like I have butterflies....' He thought to himself digging through his papers to see where to start. That and waiting for a response from Ambrose. The secrets he was keeping were bubbling around and he felt like he was curious, there was something so mysterious about Ambrose. And yet it amused it and kept bringing him back for more even if he tried to escape.[/style][STYLE=width:275px; height:38px; float:right; margin-top:-35px; margin-right:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; color:#3b3b3b; margin-bottom:3px]notes: um all I can think of is don't let him get rope or that pen. tags: Ambrose Cross word count: 475 [/style][STYLE=width:400px; height:5px; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:10px; text-align:right; margin-top:5px; float:right]template by AERON of BTN!

[Ambrose Cross]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ AND NOW YOU'RE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR, EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH MY ASS OFF. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ He was seriously getting frustrated. Paper after paper, the students seemed to not be grasping the material well. Maybe he needed to stop and explain things better or hand out more assignments for them to work on? He hoped that would make sure they were doing well. He had announced at the beginning of the year that his door was always open to any students that wanted to ask questions, but so far, no one had come in. The only ones that did wanted to know their grades then bailed before he could give them any good tips. It was like they didn't care about anything but the numbers on their progress reports or something, and it made Ambrose question his own abilities as a teacher. What should he do to be sure that these students were learning everything they needed to help them in life? He was using relevant information and up-to-date sources, but perhaps that wasn't enough. Maybe if he could find some way to do a hands-on experiment-- Ambrose heard a thud, and it broke his concentration. His gaze shot toward his door, and he was about to stand and open the door just in case it was someone's knock, but he was surprised when his motion was interrupted by his roommate opening the door and rubbing his forehead. Ambrose blinked his silver eyes curiously and set his work aside for the moment to be sure that the other was okay. He wouldn't feel right until this other person was taken care of, after all. He was about to ask the question, but he was cut off once more by the other. Perhaps he just wanted to play it off. "Good evening, Vladimir. Class went well, but," his mouth contorted into a worried frown, "are you alright? You hit that door pretty hard." He stood from his seat and walked into the bathroom, flicking on the lights and rummaging about until he found the first-aid kit. He turned off the lights and walked back to the other, opening the box to find the small bottle of rubbing alcohol, a cotton ball, and a Band-Aid before setting it down and wetting the cotton with the alcohol. "You should really watch where you're going. You don't need to miss class," he quietly chastised the other and went to dab the medicine on Vlad's forehead. "After all, those children need you to guide them." This resonated in his mind for a moment, and it brought back the feelings from earlier. What if that was what they needed? He could devote one class period to just lecturing about virtues and values, and hopefully, that would be able to do something for the students. A small smile appeared on his lips, and he tossed the used cotton ball into the trash and placed the fresh Band-Aid on the red bump. It was then that he looked down and noticed the book that the other was holding. "Reading and walking? A dangerous combination indeed." [/style]

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[Vladimir Shuiski]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:475px; background-color:#ffffbb; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding-top:20px; border:2px solid #000000,bTable][STYLE=width:400px; height:20px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-22px; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:-1px; font-size:14px; font-family:georgia; color:#ffffbb; letter-spacing:5px; padding-left:5px]i was lost, i was lost -- ☆[/style][STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/14o395y.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style][STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/14o395y.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/14o395y.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i39.tinypic.com/14o395y.jpg); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; margin-bottom:-2px][/style][STYLE=width:270px; height:200px; float:right; font-family:georgia; font-size:20px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-452px; margin-right:15px; letter-spacing:-2px]crossed lines i shouldn't have crossed.[/style][STYLE=width:270px; height:350px; float:right; margin-right:10px; margin-top:-400px; border-top:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; overflow:auto; color:#3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-left:3px; padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px]Vlad yawned he was way too tired, but then again of course school sucked sometimes. He was just supposed to be one of the teachers who was really trying to study and do the best for them. That was what he wanted to do the fact that he really liked English so much. Vlad wondered what his room mate was up to, he worked way too hard sometimes. "Ow Ow Ow..." He muttered again and again looking up at Ambrose one of his eyes was closed, maybe just because he happened to be ignoring the pain. It was only a slight pain and happened to actually be starting to dull and go away some. But he knew he had some explaining to do. The klutz that he was should be used to this by now but he really wasn't. Vlad blinked and just smiled at him. "I'm okay really ^^ it's just a bump." The boy figured maybe he should complain or talk about the fact that it did hurt a little bit. The boy didn't mean to anger him or disturb but the action was already done. Not like he could escape or actually get away with it either way. "That's good that class went well. The students didn't give you much of a hard time I hope?" Since well Vlad knew how students were because he was a teacher to. But he just knew how to ignore it and laugh through most of it. Let them do that as long as he could get them to learn and actually do a good job. Most of the students did just that well at least they tried to. The students usually really wanted to try as hard as they could pass while others just failed. "I think I'm okay it just hurts a little. I really must have hit that door hard huh?" At least he didn't know that much since well he only felt the pain once he got through the door. It made his headache even worse so much for having it go away. Maybe he should have taken more medicine but this pain was bound to fade away. Soon enough or at least he had to hope it would. Vlad plopped down on his bed waiting for Ambrose what was he doing. It was like he was always taking care of him. One way or another anyway as much as he'd rather not admit it. "I wouldn't miss class anyway!!!You know me I always go to class even if I'm hurt!" He at least would since he always did that giving a light sigh. Though his head didn't hurt as bad as it had before. "You know me I always end up reading and walking, or writing and walking. One of the two. It could have been worse." He was at least talking about it mostly but then again he felt that red color return to his face. Blushing and trying his best to cover it up that butterfly feeling in his stomach was back. All because of Ambrose Cross that one man he barely talked to before. And yet now he just kept on talking to him and about him.[/style][STYLE=width:275px; height:38px; float:right; margin-top:-35px; margin-right:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; color:#3b3b3b; margin-bottom:3px]notes: he has stomach butterflies and is blushing hehe <3 tags: Ambrose Cross word count: 529 [/style][STYLE=width:400px; height:5px; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:10px; text-align:right; margin-top:5px; float:right]template by AERON of BTN!