LAZARUS NIX
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Omnisexual %7C%7C Single
Engineering & French
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Post by LAZARUS NIX on Apr 13, 2012 22:34:30 GMT
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Lazarus loved Fridays, and he wouldn’t be shy about informing people that he did and he’d give even more reasons exactly why he loved Fridays. Sure, he enjoyed his job at Winchester, teaching both Engineering and French to other students, Engineering was something he mainly had gotten used to because he wanted to make something out of his life when he was working on pulling up his grades. But if he had to chose a class he enjoyed the most in teaching, then it would have been French without a doubt. Sure, engineering was fun, but French was a language he had learned to speak before he even learned English. With his mother being half French and his father out of the house most of the time, she was determined to speak French to her children. Or maybe that more had something to do with that she was embarrassed about her accent, she still was up to this day.
French class was the last class he had to teach on Fridays. And since most students were tired and wanted weekend and it was quite advanced, it mostly contained on just talking what their plans were for the weekends and occasional movie watching. Today it was just talking about the weekend in French, and it always got the students enthusiastic about the matter, even more when they realized their teacher had similar plans to theirs. Made them feel much more in contact, yet Lazarus wasn’t so much older, he was only about four or five years older than most students. After the bell rang he had dashed out as quick as his students and dashed off to his house. He walked the dog and returned home for a nap, once he woke up, he showered, got dressed and headed out to Mercy.
Lazarus knew he was out early, it was only nine by the time he arrived to Mercy, and rather then heading inside for a drink, he decided that he would remain outside and have a smoke, he had enough time anyway. It was Saturday, he could stay out until seven in the morning if he wanted to. It all depended on the people he met of course. The night was young, and so was he.
Outside, the air was starting to chill down, giving him goose bumps over his arms as he fumbled with his lighter to light the cigarette. Grumbling when it didn’t go as well as he had planned. Or rather, hoped.
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Post by JONATHAN SHARPING on Apr 15, 2012 22:19:34 GMT
Jonathan couldn't get his mind off of several things. Worries were clouding in his head, forcing him to have a panic attack. He figured the best way to get over all this panic about grades, quotas, standards, and a certain person would be to go out to Mercy, find a cute of-age girl and dance with her. When Jon arrived at the nightclub, he dove right into the dance floor, his hands on the hips of a girl within minutes.
As the night went on, he figured he had $100 on his tab from buy beautiful girls drinks and he had gained a few lingering thank-you kisses from the women. God, he loved women. Jon himself wasn't up for drinking tonight, which was strange for him. He figured the gorgeous bodies surrounding him were intoxicating enough
After the smell of the club became too overbearing, Jonathan gathered himself and walked outside of the club, getting a bit of fresh air and cigarettes. Jon didn't mind cigarettes, he had a few here or there, but nothing to addicting. He searched around for the source of the fresh tobacco and his eyes fixed upon a familiar face. Ah, the French teacher, Lazarus. He seemed nice enough at the last staff meeting and they were only a year apart in age.
"Hey, man!" Jon called out, walking toward him with a smile. "What's up?" He asked before leaning against the building, his hands in his pocket.
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LAZARUS NIX
Professors[/size]
Omnisexual %7C%7C Single
Engineering & French
Posts: 14
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Post by LAZARUS NIX on Apr 15, 2012 22:49:30 GMT
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The lighter refused to work, it was clear that the more he tried to light it, the more it just flickered before the small flame went out again. It didn’t take long for his thumb to feel so sore and the lighter to become so warm that he couldn’t even get the small coil to spin around any longer. What bothered him the most wasn’t that his lighter didn’t want to work with him, but more that his cigarette was only half lit and wouldn’t provide him with the nicotine he needed right now. The cigarette could die any given moment and then he’d stand there with a half smoked cigarette and a non working lighter.
Lazarus sighed deeply and removed the cigarette from his lips, looking at the cigarette and saw the brown tobacco in it, slightly burnt from the barely working lighter. He put it to his lips again and decided to give it one more try before he’d give up for the night. He raised the lighter and put his other hand around it and the cigarette to provide a form of dome so there wouldn’t’ be the slightest gust of wind to disturb the small flame he just might create. The first try it didn’t work, and after the second his thumb started to hurt again. By the third however he managed to get a flame, resisting the urge to cry out of joy.
The cigarette got lighted, Lazarus took a deep drag and just enjoyed the nicotine that spread through his lungs. He lowered the lighter, closed his eyes and tilted his head back while he enjoyed the success of finally having lighted his lighter. Then, he heard someone call out for him, coming closer and then leaning against the building. Lazarus smirked and removed the cigarette from his lips as he recognized who it was. Jonathan Sharping, another teacher at Winchester which he had to admit, hadn’t gone out with yet. Taught Culinary Arts if Lazarus remembered correctly. “Jonathan.” Lazarus said, still grinning as he exhaled the smoke he had inhaled earlier. “Out enjoying the Friday evening as well are we?”
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