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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on May 11, 2012 11:58:19 GMT -5
You can't act worth shit, she thought condescendingly as she watched one of her students fumble about on the stage, Rin's arms crossed and icy eyes narrowed critically. She wasn't allowed to be that cruel to the kids, though, so she amended the thought to, "That was terrible. Again." Caterina had a reputation for being a hard-ass, being tougher on the students than their shit self-esteem could apparently handle. She had the obnoxious kids that she couldn't stand, the meek ones who would never be good at acting because they didn't possess the flair and confidence, and then she had the rare gems. Once she got the fumbling idiot off the stage and her next student stepped up, Rin's foul expression slowly cleared to one a little less cold. This one has it in him. He even projected his voice correctly, something which usually tended to be a problem with the kids. They didn't seem to understand that a huge auditorium full of people wasn't the best place for indoor voices but that shouting was equally unacceptable. When he was finished she gave him a curt nod. "Excellent. I think that's set the bar the highest so far." It was her form of a compliment without all the smiles and the encouragement. Rin was capable of being nice, yes, but she was nice in her own way. He seemed to understand and his eyes glowed. Shame I'm losing him soon. With the end of the year came the graduation of some of the favourites. Oh well. She'd get over it. A few more performances later, she clapped her hands together to get their attention. "We're done for the day. Those of you who didn't do well should try a lot harder if you want to pass the exams." She wouldn't hesitate to fail any one of them and they probably knew it.
The bell rang a few seconds after her closing words and she stopped two of the more rowdy students by the door. "Not you two. You're clearing up today." She nodded at the stage in explanation. One of the boys voiced a protest which she quickly shot down, threatening detention if they didn't comply. If you want to disrupt the class then you can clean up after them. Maybe it'll shut you up. Leaving them to it, she left the auditorium and finally made her way to the staff room, the break room. Damn, had it been a long day. She wasn't as fond of teaching as she could have been. It wasn't like she'd dreamed of being a teacher since she was six years old. Cat had wanted to be an actress, it was truancy and bad luck that had landed her where she was now. She dumped the pot of coffee that had been made earlier into the sink and started a fresh one, never the type to enjoy the drink unless she knew how recently it had been made. She was a picky person and served her own whims and desires. Did she care that she was wasting a nearly full pot of coffee simply because it might not be the way she liked it? Course not. Coffee in hand, the woman went over to one of the couches in the lounge-like break room and sat down, crossing one leg over the other and taking a sip from the drink. She was still dressed for work in a red blouse and black slacks but no doubt that would change the moment she got home. Rin liked things with spikes, chains, combat boots and dark jeans. It had been a phase she'd got into as a teenager and, though she'd improved to a more tasteful version of the style, never quite got out of. Unfortunately, for now she was going go need to wait.
[Sorry it's kind of shit xD Rin's not as nice to me.]
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Post by logan on May 11, 2012 15:19:59 GMT -5
"Yo, Seok, is there homework?" Logan had been in a conversation with another student when one of the rowdier kids in the back spoke up, interrupting. He didn't mind so much, since it wasn't like the conversation had been all that important in the first place, and so he just looked up and over at the boy who'd interrupted. This was one of his ninth grade classes -- niners would be the most obnoxious ones, he figured. They were the youngest in the school, but they'd been here a year already... He definitely understood that sense of entitlement. Still, he looked at the kid like he'd just grown a third arm out of his forehead or something. "No," he said plainly, his thoughts on that question evident on his face. "What would make you think there's homework?" He did occasionally give homework, of course he did, but it was so incredibly rare at this point that most students took it as a given. Even when he did assign it, he very rarely collected or checked anything, and so he was pretty sure most of them never did it anyway. This was usually evident by their test marks, but luckily for all of them, he hated marking those, too, so for the most part their marks were based off of the cooking they did and effort they put in. As a result, despite their poor test marks when it came to certain things -- why they should never leave knives in sinks and how to put out a fire on the stove should it ever happen at home, even though these should be common sense -- most of his students passed with fairly decent marks.
He cared less about how they did in school, though, having never put much stock into it himself, and more about getting along with most of the kids. If they weren't learning shit in his class, they might as well be having fun or something, he figured. There were always exceptions, the students he hated and who hated him back, but for the most part everything was cool in the land of student/teacher relations. The students who'd been listening in were giving appreciative laughs, anyway. When the bell rang to signal the end of class, their final period of the day, there came the loud scraping of chairs on the floor and rustling as the kids stuffed things into their bags. "Right guys, see you tomorrow." He waved them off with a short, two-fingered salute, waiting for the kids to clean things up and leave. Things hadn't been that messy today, considering they'd been doing seatwork in preparation for their next class spent cooking (tomorrow), which was lucky for him. They were usually pretty bad at packing up and so he'd wind up stealing some detention students to clean up for him instead. Today there was no need for that, just a few pens forgotten on a desk, but he figured they could grab those tomorrow. His eyes swept around the room quickly just to check that nothing was wildly out of place, and then locked up, heading straight for the staff room. The day hadn't been too bad, but he was still definitely glad it was done with. "Yo, Rin," he greeted once he entered the otherwise empty break room. Apparently none of the other teachers had yet shown up. "Jeez. Bad day?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at the expression on her face. He wasn't really serious, though -- if she looked annoyed, it probably didn't mean much, seeing as he was pretty sure she always looked like that.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on May 12, 2012 7:36:58 GMT -5
She liked being called Rin, and she liked it when people called her Rin without the whole "Hey, can't I call you Cat?" thing first. It was Rin—not Cat, not Caterina, just Rin. She turned her attention toward Logan with a seeming uninterested expression, though the fact that she was paying attention to him was a plus. If Caterina was truly uninterested in speaking to a person, it was entirely likely that she would ignore them completely as if they were part of the furniture. As one of her only consistent friends, Logan got a slightly special treatment. Slightly. "Yo, Logan." Some people might have been glad for the relative emptiness of the break room but it was a strange sort of feeling for her. The woman revelled in the company of people. She didn't really like others all that much and her bitchy attitude tended to work against her when it came to staying in their good graces but she did enjoy socializing with them. He was company, at least, meaning that she wasn't going to have to sit here and enjoy her coffee alone. "Bad day?" she repeated, as if incredulous. "You say that like there are good ones." She didn't try to sugar-coat things, not at all. She didn't like teaching and so to her, every day was a bad day. There was bad, there was really bad, and then there was the worse. "It was long. Boring. Fine other than that." So this was a bad day, plain and simple. Not one of the worse ones. She guessed she should be glad of that and all but she really didn't get excited about many things except drinking. Her grandparents had been immigrants from Ireland, she supposed it ran in the blood. It was certainly where her hair must've come from.
They both taught rather unconventional classes, breaking apart from the boring normalities of Math and English. She'd never really enjoyed school when she attended it, save for her elemental classes and the extra-curricular acting courses she'd always piled on. Nearly every one of her electives had to do with her goal of being an actress. Look how well that had worked out for her. "I keep hoping that one day you'll walk in covered in flour and eggs or something," she said, completely serious. "It'd be a laugh. No one blew up the classroom today?" Shame if they didn't. She'd always liked classes like the one that he taught for the sole fact that the stories told from them were pretty great. Woodworking and any other tech class, home ec, and especially chemistry seemed to have cool stories abound. They made life exciting and all that. "So," she said, interrupting this with a sip of coffee and then continuing, "How's life?" It was a genuine enough inquiry. Rin liked to talk and bitching about their lives seemed to be a popular topic of conversation around a lot of people. Oh, my husband's an asshole. Oh, my car broke down. God, I hate my job, life, kids, or whatever else they were stuck with. It made for fun little chit-chat. Maybe life was going okay for Logan, and she supposed that was cool too. Not nearly as entertaining but, well, maybe she'd be glad that he wasn't dying or anything like that. She did like him that much.
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Post by logan on May 12, 2012 15:04:36 GMT -5
Logan and Rin had met years ago, now. She'd been just a niner when he'd been in his last year, so to be honest they hadn't really known one another, but he'd definitely been aware of who she was. It would have been difficult not to, honestly. Rin wasn't the type who was easy to ignore, what with that temper and what-not. He'd kind of forgotten about her after leaving, to be honest, considering it wasn't like they'd really been friends, but when he'd come back to find that she was teaching here now too, it was seriously a little weird. It wasn't bad weird, though, because finding people back here that he knew was always welcome. The older teachers, some of them, remembered him as being their student, and he was pretty sure that because of that they never fully trusted him even now. He was sure that Rin was in more or less the same situation, though he didn't know what had gotten her to come back here as a student, that was for sure. "Doesn't being that negative get a little tiring?" he asked, but he was smirking a little, and he wasn't really that serious when it came down to it. Rin was probably used to this, though, and if anything she was even worse than he was when it came to that kind of thing. "Long and boring sounds normal, though. Teaching's not exactly fun." Logan was a prime example of "those who can't do".
The idea of being covered in flour and eggs was actually a little bit amusing. He wouldn't be surprised if this actually happened one day, though, considering how terrible some of the kids were when it came to... anything, actually. He tended to give pretty decent marks, all things considered, actually, so most students weren't too bothered about all of it -- but he didn't hesitate to fail kids either if they were seriously terrible and gave him trouble or something. "Wouldn't even be surprised, with some of these kids," he said, rolling his eyes at the thought. Some of the students were pretty great at what they did in class, actually, and consistently turned in pretty awesome things. (Logan would know because he made a point to at least try everything... and sometimes he more than just sampled, but hey, he was the teacher and their marks had to come from somewhere.) "But nope, no explosions. Thank god. Anything exciting happen in class? Kids break the stage or something?" He didn't know what the hell could happen to be of interest in a Drama class. It was much less likely for there to be an explosion or something than it would have been in a Home Ec class... just as an example. He'd seen his fair share of explosions just in the past year teaching alone. [color=FFCCCC"Life's the same,"
[/color] he said, shrugging off the question. There wasn't anything noteworthy going on, he didn't think anyway. "Teaching. Stuff. S'almost break, though, thank god. How about you?" He dropped himself down into the spot next to her on the couch. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on May 13, 2012 9:38:47 GMT -5
Caterina didn't see herself as all that negative. "I call it realism," she said, tone simple and blasé. She was negative, of course, but the woman preferred to see herself in her own light, which was a brilliant radiance brighter than the sun. Full of herself, as always. She smirked when he essentially called their jobs boring. Knew I liked him for a reason. "Finally someone who doesn't have it in their head that it's rewarding." A few of the older professors had scolded her for not having the proper attitude and enthusiasm to be a teacher, insisting that she was far too tough on her students and didn't show enough compassion. Why did teaching have to be about caring? No, it wasn't, not in her opinion. It was boring and while she was good at it, there were millions of other things she'd rather be doing. "I only took this job for the money. They needed someone to teach the class so they offered me a good deal." Caterina could be secretive about certain things such as her father but there were others, like that little tidbit, that she didn't care about revealing. A lot of people only worked their jobs for the cash they made at the end of the week. She wasn't ashamed of admitting it, even if some of her coworkers insisted that she should be. "Why are you here, then, if you don't enjoy it?" She complained about her job to him often enough but she realised in her months of getting to know Logan that she'd actually never asked him why he was here. She had to admit that she was a little interested, considering him a friend and all.
Acting definitely wasn't as entertaining a class to teach as chemistry or anything but to Rin it was much more interesting, simply because she'd been awful at chemistry and anything related to science. Hell, she'd been awful at anything relating to the mandatory classes. There was something about being forced to take them that had made them the exact opposite of enjoyable. "Are you joking? If that had happened I might have actually liked it." At least then she'd have a valid excuse to yell at them for a while, send them all to detention, blow off steam. She liked confrontation, she liked arguing, she liked causing trouble because she could. Really, she had more the mentality of a student than a teacher at times. No, she had the mentality of an actress. She liked drama. "I spent my day watching them trip over each other and stammer over their lines. It was a drag." They hadn't all done horribly, it had only been two or three students who had really bombed it, but since when did Rin fail to exaggerate? "Ugh, tell me about it. I'm more impatient for break than half my students." She couldn't wait. Sweet, sweet freedom, and their pay was covered over the holidays. Free money, free time. It was brilliance for two months out of the entire damned year. "Pretty much the same. I don't have the money to do anything entertaining so I'm stuck with this all day, every day." She gestured around the room at 'this', indicating her job and the Academy's surroundings.
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Post by logan on May 14, 2012 16:07:15 GMT -5
Realism was one way to put it, but even so, Logan thought that this was a pretty shitty way to look at life. He tended to see the brighter side of things, though he figured that this wasn't something people guessed easily about him. They were still young after all, though -- admittedly, they were in positions of some kind of authority and were older than most people in this place, but they weren't old. There was a whole life left ahead of them, and Logan didn't really get people's deals when they chose to think that everything in the world was that bad. He was pretty much alright with life. "Sure," he said, rolling his eyes, but for the most part he didn't mean anything by it. "Don't know about rewarding, but yo, it's a job." He didn't hate it as much as Rin, though, even though admittedly he did think that it was pretty dull as far as things went. It wasn't like Logan had particular skill in many areas, though -- he wasn't cut out for office jobs and was pretty much too lazy to do anything involving physical labour. Teaching was definitely alright as far as things went, and he got on pretty well with the students... better, in fact, than he did with many teachers. "Yeah, well, not much you can do if you need a job," he said gruffly. "And nothing. It's not that bad, though." Yeah, he definitely didn't hate it as much as Rin did. "There's way worse jobs. Better than going to work for McDonald's or something." He also had few marketable skills, to be honest.
He guessed that breaking the stage, maybe by dropping one of those big lights down onto it, would have actually been pretty amusing. Actually, come to think of it, Logan would have loved to have been in the room when that had happened, if only to see Rin's hilarious as fuck reaction. Hopefully none of the students actually got hurt, though. He wasn't the most compassionate of people (or teachers), but there were certain lines Logan wasn't about to cross. "If it ever looks like that's about to happen, send one of your students to come get me so I can see." It was said as a joke, but he also definitely wouldn't mind taking his entire class down there to go see the stage getting a huge hole smashed into it or something. "Whatever, your class sounds annoying as hell to teach." There was still no one else in the staff room yet, so he felt pretty at ease using the mild language -- even so he tried to keep it minimal at work. Elsewhere was a different story. "Yeah, well, at least they get to go on and graduate after a few years. No idea how long we'll be here." That was kind of a depressing thought, but again, Logan wasn't the type to let that kind of stuff bother him so much. "Could be worse. Least there's people around here." He wasn't sure if this was considered an upside for her, though.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on May 15, 2012 22:19:37 GMT -5
As a drama queen, Rin always gave off a more exaggerated sense of hatred for her job. If she loathed it as much as she often suggested she did, it was likely the woman would have quit long ago and found something else to do with her time. There were small parts she actually liked about this job, though, like when she watched one of her students make something of themselves. She'd just never admit to having pride in anything but her own accomplishments. Stubborn as a mule. "It's a job and it's cash. S'why I'm still here." It was also the only thing remotely involving acting she'd been able to find. So she complained much more than she should have. It was luck that the position had been opened and that they'd needed it so badly. Still, she wished she could teach college instead of high school. They were of real talent and not slackers who'd only taken the class because they thought it would be an easy credit. She made a face at mention of McDonalds. "No kidding, that shit's disgusting." She'd gone off take-out after eating it for ages, unable to cook for herself and unwilling to learn. After eating the disgustingly greasy foods for weeks on end she'd realised that they sickened her and had reluctantly started trying to learn how to properly operate a stove. She'd nearly burned her apartment down but now she was starting to get the hang of it. It was ironic to think that she could probably relate to a lot of the kids in Logan's class. What could you do?
She actually laughed when he joked with her, the sound light. It suited her despite her moodiness for she was a social butterfly, usually talking and joking around. She was also brutally honest and a bitch about it but contrast was fun, right? "Ditto. The only stove I've ever seen break is my own and it was pathetic." Come on, why no exploding soufflés or big balls of fire? It had just sort of sputtered out and she still couldn't figure out what she'd done to it. It had been the frying pan that was the cause of the near-house fire, for she'd tossed something onto the food that she should have and it had flared all the way to the ceiling. "Says the Home-Ec teach? Yeah, sure." Just as he probably didn't see the novelty in teaching an acting class, she didn't see how anyone could enjoy his. Then again, she would be shit at home economics and that probably had a lot to do with it. She snorted at his comment, rolling her eyes. "Hooray, optimism." It was sarcastic, for that hadn't been an optimistic comment at all. Logan might not have been bothered by the fact, but she was. "I'll be out of here as soon as I see a way out, believe me." She didn't have one right now and that bothered her more than she could put into words. Rin wanted her freedom, wanted to be able to go into her career as an actress that she'd always dreamed about. There had been dreams of graduating, dreams of making Daddy proud, and now there was no Daddy to be proud of her and a flunked out college student trying to make a living teaching others to become what she couldn't be. How nice. "True. Better than being a fucking hermit." She would hate that. She thrived off company, really.
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Post by logan on May 20, 2012 0:09:52 GMT -5
Logan was oblivious to anything Rin might have actually liked about their jobs as teachers. She was, after all, probably one of the single most negative people he'd ever met in his life, and he'd definitely never heard her say anything to redeem the job, for all that she complained about it. With Rin, there was never talk of "on the bright side..." or "well, at least...". No, there was always something wrong or another. This might have irritated some people, but all things considered, Logan didn't really mind it at all. It was better, he thought, than the older teachers who still held grudges from when he'd been an annoying student and now hated him all over again for being his own idea of a cool teacher. Hey, Logan was just glad to have a steady job here. "Good luck surviving if you hate it that much or something, I guess," he said, shrugging. Rin could take care of her own shit, he figured. He snorted when she called McDonald's disgusting. Not that bad, but I guess I don't want to die before hitting thirty-five." The idea of being thirty-five was weird, even though it was only just nine years, and nine years ago he'd graduated high school. Damn. It had been a long time. "Damn, getting old." He said this last part mostly to himself, but Rin probably felt the same way despite being a few years younger. He was pretty sure everyone would feel old as an adult surrounded by no one but high schoolers all the time.
He was actually kind of glad to hear her laughing what seemed to be genuinely (though of course, she was an actress). Sometimes it was hard to remember that Rin wasn't just scowls and bitchiness all the time, even though she was a friend. "Pathetic, huh? You should see what some of my students can do with a stove." Admittedly, he'd never had an explosion or huge fire or anything like that in class, but there were some pretty interesting things sometimes. Just the other day he'd wandered into his classroom to find Nell Shepherd in there surrounded by a completely destroyed soufflé, after all. There was nothing that said this couldn't happen in class soon enough -- he was glad for the easily accessible fire extinguisher in the classroom. "Shut up, nothing wrong with Home Ec," he said, though his supposed defensiveness was really just a joke and she probably knew him well enough to be able to tell. "Least I get to eat food. Your upside is watching kids running around on stage." Logan had never been much for the arts, Drama included, though he was definitely still joking in this particular case. Drama wasn't too bad of a class most of the time. He listened to what she said but then shrugged his shoulders. "Whenever that is." It was maybe a little bit rude, but he wasn't exactly one of the most polite people, and it was probably the most realistic thing. He was pretty sure Rin would be gone already if she had a proper plan. "Yo, right? People are okay even when they're stupid pessimists." This was targeted mostly at her -- but, of course, another joke. It was fun sometimes to see how far he could push things when he wasn't being serious at all.
(LOL wow i apologize that logan is kind of a dick. XD this is why he offends everyone! also man, sorry this is so late, i forgot to add it to my list. o-o i'm also just really behind on posts in general though, rofl. but ughhh yeah, sorry. D:)
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on May 21, 2012 19:14:33 GMT -5
Rin gestured around herself, raised an eyebrow. "Still here. Still surviving. S'gotta count for something." Though she complained and exaggerated a lot, Caterina knew that she could handle the job. She'd probably do alright even if she was stuck here another ten years. What was it that her aunt had always told her? "You're a fighter." That she was. She always got back up again no matter how harsh her defeat. She might bitch at the one who'd brought her down but she'd stand right back up and give her best attempt at kicking their ass. Granted, you couldn't kick the ass of an occupation, but the same basic principles applied. She'd live. She'd live with a roof over her head, albeit the roof of a shitty apartment, and food in her stomach, which was better than being free of the job and, well, homeless. "Whenever I feel like that I look at Willis. That bitch is ancient." Calling your coworker a bitch probably wasn't the best of ideas, especially not in a place where language was meant to be minded, but Rin hardly managed to follow dress code on some days. She didn't mark Logan as the type that would whine to their superiors about her and so she didn't take care to filter herself. Besides, Willis was a bitch. She had been a teacher for something like forty years and she'd never been able to get her doctorate to move up the ladder. Needless to say, she acted like she was the best and drove everyone else insane. "If they ever blow up the classroom, you win." Not that 'My classroom is better than your classroom' was necessarily a game but she was making it like one. Spiced things up.
She chuckled at his defensive tone, saying nothing in reply. It was clear by the way that she didn't really start anything that she was not offended and had realised that it was a joke. Probably wouldn't have cared even if it hadn't been a joke. It took a lot to phase her and this was likely the reason that she was able to stand Logan much more readily than a lot of their coworkers (and students, for that matter). "Nah, I'd say my upside is when they actually do something right. I can hear the damned choirs singing." The sarcasm in her voice was evident but there was some truth in her words. There was a satisfaction when she realised that some of them listened. "Half of them never look like they're paying attention but I've got a few good ones. Hardly makes up for the rest of 'em, but it's something." Possibly the only positive thing she'd said about her class in a while. She didn't mind Logan's implication that she'd be stuck here for a while. He didn't know her enough to get inside her head. "I've got better plans than this place. Like Hollywood, the big screen. The fuck you do think I landed a job teaching drama?" She rolled her eyes. It wasn't a job that everyone could teach. Why would anyone want to? She didn't get it. She'd also just implied that something had gotten in the way of those dreams and in noticing this she felt a wave of discomfort that was stubbornly ignored. "This stupid pessimist is realistic," she said, lips tugging into a smirk. "Better than being an air-headed optimist, am I right?" Rhetorical question, but he could answer if he wanted.
[It's a testament to how bitchy/tough Rin is that she goes, "That's him being rude? Hell, we're gonna have no problems." xD]
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Post by logan on May 23, 2012 17:33:42 GMT -5
Logan didn't know what he was best at. He wasn't a particularly fantastic cook, despite his job's having to do so much with it, he wasn't exactly likeable for the most part, and he definitely wasn't book-smart, either. In the end, he was pretty sure most people had concluded that he was basically good for nothing, and this was something that he kind of had to agree with. Not everyone had something they were great at, though. He hadn't known Rin well enough before they'd both become teachers for him to really know what her forté was, besides the obvious acting. He did figure that with actual talent it had to suck being stuck in some punkass school, though, even when said school was a castle and the kids there could use elemental powers and shit. That might actually make it more annoying, to be honest. "Counts for the paycheck," he said gruffly, though he snorted at the comment about Willis. Seriously, even just the name Willis was enough to make him laugh (which was probably why he'd spread it all around the school back when he'd found out in eleventh grade -- and that was probably why she still hated him a little more personally). The woman herself was a crazy old lady, though. "Yeah, wasn't she like seventy when we were in school?" Maybe the old wacko should retire or something. "Deal. Same for you if they ever drop a stage light and make a crater on the floor. Five bucks says mine comes first." That was probably harmless enough.
Actually, that sounded pretty accurate, though she said it way too sarcastically for Logan to be able to tell whether or not she was being serious. Hell, what did Logan really know about drama or acting or theatre or... any of that? He did figure that it had to suck watching a bunch of students failing epically, though, so maybe it wasn't so bad when there were the rare occasions those kids got it right. Most of his students did okay usually. "How often do the choirs sing? Like once a semester?" He really had no concept of what the high school Drama classes were even like, to be perfectly honest, so he had no proper input for this kind of thing. For all he knew, Rin's students had a shining moment every five minutes. Then again, she probably wouldn't be able to be quite that negative if that were seriously the case. "Then why'd they take the class?" he asked. He'd never liked Drama -- so in high school he hadn't taken it. He couldn't imagine why it would still be required by the time they got to high school. "And yeah, well, two good ones out of thirty students isn't exactly a good streak." He considered these supposed "bigger plans" of hers. Most people would probably spout some bullshit about how that was hard to do, breaking into the industry, and maybe she shouldn't hold her breath and should just focus on her present job and think about maybe going back to school or something. Instead, he said, "How the hell should I know? Why be a fucking teacher anyway, when you can do that?" He was asking prettty offhandedly, with no way of knowing that it might be a sensitive topic. "Right enough, but still annoying as hell," he clarified, rolling his eyes at her smirk. At least she wasn't the easily-offended type. That was probably the reason they got along.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on May 25, 2012 18:47:22 GMT -5
Willis was definitely the laughing stock of the school when it came to a lot of the students' opinions. Apparently, though, she was not the only staff member that didn't hold the woman in as high a regard as Willis herself did. The chick was a bitch and full of herself for no reason. Rin was cocky and overconfident but that was because she was amazing. Willis didn't deserve to think she was all that because she wasn't. "Probably. I hope the bitch kicks the bucket so she can get over herself." Would Rin literally wish death on someone? Well, yes, in a way. She was serious but not in the sense that she actually hoped Willis would die. She wouldn't care if the woman did, though, because that would just mean one less problem for Caterina. Selfishness really was a bitch. Rin was too. "Five bucks? Might as well give you it now." Heck, she knew that he'd probably see something interesting in his classroom before she ever did. A shame but she'd deal with it. "Eh, fuck it. Sure, five bucks it is." Yay for pointless gambling? She could spare a five. She'd just drink it otherwise. "They'll sing once or twice a class if I'm lucky. Out of thirty kids that's not good." It was usually the same kids every time. Her shining stars, the ones that actually had some sort of potential. The students she liked generally came to learn that she was fond of them throughout the course of the year. It wasn't like she showered them in praise but they got compliments and good marks where others did not. Most could do the math. "Hell if I know. Easy credit, maybe, except I don't fucking make it easy. I don't like slackers." If you took Cat's class she made you work for your marks.
She lifted an eyebrow at his words and the fact that she did not immediately respond as she usually would was the first suggestion that he might have hit a nerve. She wasn't easily offended but she could be testy if you pushed the right buttons. "Do you really fucking think I'd be putting up with a bunch of high school bullshit if I could make a name for myself as an actress?" It seemed like an obvious answer to her. Of course she wouldn't be here if she thought she had any chance of making it. Rin's realism worked against her when she realised that having no credentials was probably going to bite her in the ass. It shouldn't be school that decided someone's talent anyway but that was how life worked sometimes. It was a combination of what you knew and who you knew. She didn't come prepared in either department. "Course I fucking wouldn't. I'd be starring in the big pictures, not Angelina fucking Jolie." She had quite the mouth on her when she got herself going. She couldn't help her anger and bitterness at the fact that she was unable to become an actress. It was the one thing she'd always really wanted to do. "I'm sure you wouldn't be bossing a bunch of brats around if you could help it so I wouldn't talk so tough." Not that he had been talking tough, this was just Rin being Rin.
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Post by logan on May 27, 2012 18:05:54 GMT -5
Most of the staff, he was pretty sure, didn't even take Willis too seriously, but they at least didn't talk about it much, at least certainly not in public places like the staff room. Luckily for the two of them, there was still nobody else here. He wondered briefly where everyone else could be, but shrugged the thought off. He didn't really care. "For real. Wouldn't be missed that much," Logan said in agreement, though he meant it all very loosely. Like Rin, he wasn't awful enough to hope that someone else would die, even if she was kind of an annoying old bitch. He couldn't say that he'd feel particularly sad if it actually happened, though. He'd just move on with his life, maybe say sorry to the, what, two people on Earth who actually liked the crazy old lady. "Eh, I wouldn't say no to someone giving me five bucks," he pointed out, though she probably wouldn't actually do this, especially not right on the spot or something. "But deal." He was pretty sure that, actually, he would be the one to win this, but hey, who could really be sure? He didn't know what kind of damage her students could potentially do. He didn't even know what the hell they did in that class. "Yeah, guess they didn't know you'd be teaching 'em when they took it," he said, shrugging a little. He wasn't even actually trying to insult her teaching (or bitter personality, either) or anything, but Rin definitely wasn't the type of easygoing teacher they might have expected for Drama. He wondered what they expected of a Home Ec teacher -- some old grandma-like lady, showing them all how to bake country style apple pies? Please.
Logan was a fairly oblivious guy, in actual fact. Reading the situation and gauging his behaviour based on other people's had never been particular skills of his, and so even when Rin hesitated before answering, he didn't really notice that there might be a problem. He generally didn't unless people were actually very blatant in their attitude towards him, or told him straight-up what was going on. Rin was pretty straightforward with her speech and was never the type to sugarcoat things, but that was kind of the problem too. He was desensitized to it or something. "Guess not," he said, still not really sensing any issues with what was going on. "But not like teaching's getting you any closer to actually acting." She taught acting, sure, but while Logan didn't know much about show biz, he figured that it wouldn't be that much of a step in the right direction. He did kind of wonder how it would be for Rin if she were famous. Didn't people generally like most celebrities to be nice and fun and shit like that? Rin was pretty decent at talking to people, especially people like Logan himself, but he wouldn't call her... nice. "Why not blow this joint and go set up a fucking audition or something?" It was probably one of Logan's downfalls that he believed every problem had a stupidly simple solution. "Who's talking tough?" He actually smirked a little, in the way that he was nearly laughing this time, rather than just trying to push her buttons (though sometimes that did happen). "Just calling it like it is. And the job's not that bad. Same as any other job." Not everyone had huge ambitions like Caterina did. Logan definitely did not.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on May 28, 2012 22:58:06 GMT -5
Caterina laughed under her breath at the comment, accepting it as the truth without much incident. "No doubt." There were a handful of classes that students tended to believe were 'easy' credits. Usually the arts. Those classes could be simple under the right management but when you put a woman like Rin in the teacher's chair you were practically begging for a difficult year. She expected people to know their stuff when they got into her class, and if they didn't know it she expected them to learn. "Definitely not going to give them full marks because they can stand on a wooden platform and read off a script. A fucking two year old could do that." She expected line memorization, voice projection, believable characters. It might have been a tall order to demand of a bunch of high school kids but she was insistent. At least she knew that some of the kids who graduated from her class would go on to be better actors and actresses, even if they didn't go into the industry. She liked to see success. She wouldn't admit it very often but she did have pride in her good kids. "They like you, though. The fuck do you do, stuff 'em full of cookies?" It was sarcastic but she did honestly wonder what Logan did to make his kids more fond of him. Well, alright, it could have just been the fact that he was a far more approachable person that she was. Hell, she'd admit that. Rin had no shame. She knew who she was, what she wanted, who she wanted it from. Unfortunately, acting had been one of those 'you can't always get what you want' goals. Fuck that shit.
She snorted, rolling her icy eyes and folding her arms over her chest to look at him in disbelief. "Course it's not, no wonder I hate my fucking job." She didn't hate teaching so much as she hated the fact that teaching would never help her get any closer to her goals. Her dreams. She had to sit behind a desk and put up with whining teenage brats while Jennifer Aniston and all the other female stars got screen time. Some of their movies weren't even any good. How was that fair? Ugh, life wasn't fair. "It doesn't work like that, Logan." The fact that she'd used his name was something, though it wasn't that easy to catch. She didn't make a habit of using names in conversations. She knew so many people but cared about so little that she'd probably start mixing them up if she tried too hard. "Dropped out of college. Never been in anything other than commercials, and the fact that you probably didn't know that says everything." She didn't sigh or look wistful. This conversation pained her slightly but she definitely wasn't going to let it show. Tough as nails. "I have no name for myself so I'm stuck here like everyone else. I'll get over it eventually." She made a scoffing sound in her throat, uncrossed her arms. Propping one elbow against her knee, she rested her chin against a closed fist. Huh. She hadn't really told someone about her failure before. Moment of rage, she supposed. "You don't have anywhere you'd rather work?" She sounded surprised.
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Post by logan on May 30, 2012 16:06:16 GMT -5
Now that he thought about it, he would have hated to have a teacher like Rin back in school. He'd been kind of an idiot at the Academy, not all that different from what he was like now -- but maybe worse. He'd had few responsibilities back then, and few obligations to anybody but himself -- and hell, Logan loved living life like that. In many ways, he was still a teenager, just a teenager who happened to live on his own and have a job teaching other, actual teens. Okay, Logan was a weird dude. He understood why people thought he needed to grow up though, but he also understood that those people were boring and old and not all that much fun to be around. Plus, they were so not the boss of him. "Well, damn, I want to see the two-year-olds wherever you're from," he said, quirking a brow. He didn't really mean it that much, though, but personally he would have thought that her expectations seriously were too high. Then again, he'd never been the greatest at this kind of thing in general. He shrugged a little at her other comment. "Guess they do." If nothing else, that was at least a minor pride of Logan's, that the students at least liked him. "Nah -- well, they get to eat what they make in class usually. But for real, don't know what it is. Lucky or something." Well, if he thought about it a little more he'd probably have been able to take an educated guess, but in truth Logan literally did nothing but... be himself. It was kind of funny because many people his own age had always hated him for it, but maybe the standards were different for high school teachers. He and Rin weren't too different, though -- except maybe she was, just a little, bitchier to people for no reason.
He didn't really think about things like that often, didn't try to diagnose reasons for things. He'd always known that Rin hated her job, of course -- it would have been hard not to notice something like that -- but hadn't ever really asked why. There were probably plenty of teachers who hated their jobs. He could definitely take a bunch of guesses himself as to why this was the case. Kids were annoying. Principals could be real douchebags sometimes. School boards made really stupid decisions. They were expected to have some kind of role model standard of behaviour or something for the kids, even though in Logan's and Rin's cases said kids were definitely not that much younger than they were, and perhaps did things that were just as outrageous. The pay was alright but nothing worth cheering for. They had to get up as early as students, which was considerably earlier than people who worked nine to five office jobs. There were many reasons to hate it, and Logan had kind of always assumed that this would have been the case for Rin as well -- it probably was for a good deal of other teachers at the Academy, all things considered, but maybe not to the same extent. For once, instead of interrupting as she went on, he just sat and listened. He wouldn't say he was listening intently or anything, but he was admittedly curious. It was probably the most personal thing he had ever heard from Rin, to be honest, though in Logan's opinion this really wasn't actually too much. It was work-related, after all... though he suspected that it was more than that to her. "Yo... I wouldn't call that the same thing as 'like everyone else'." He wasn't really sure what he meant by that either, but he was pretty sure Rin's case was pretty different. "Don't waste your breath to say you'll get over it, just go and do something if you're that miserable here." Even though she'd already told him that it didn't really work like that, Logan wasn't as easily deterred. He shrugged in response to her question, though. "It's what it is. No point wishing for anything different unless I have actual, what, goals or something."
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on May 31, 2012 2:21:17 GMT -5
Rin gave Logan a look when he offered a smart-assed comment, choosing not to say anything on the matter. She looked a little annoyed for a moment but got over it quickly. It was hard to offend her and that was probably why she got along so well with Logan in comparison to everyone else. Other people were too damn sensitive to her remarks, too. She was a bitch and she knew it. If other people couldn't take that it was their fucking problem. "I think it's the food," she said, smirking at him. She was more being playful than actually trying to insult right now. The woman didn't make real friends that quickly and so she was maybe a little less abrasive toward them than others. Just a little. She had loads of people that thought they were her friends and tried to hang around her but she could actually stand Logan's company pretty easily and that was saying something. She wasn't tolerant of a lot of things. "Really I don't give two shits whether they like me or not. Long as I'm paid for it." They could organize a protest against her and she'd just laugh it off if she still got her paycheck at the end of the week. She was expected to be nice to them and all, part of the job description, but as long as she didn't take things too far the administration weren't likely to find out. Teenagers weren't all a bunch of whiney tattlers after all and she had every right to be tough on them when she was marking. Rin could be pretty passive aggressive when it came to students she didn't like. Maybe she'd have been a Thunder if she wasn't so... sociable. "Do you?" she wondered suddenly, curious. "Care, like." Some did and some didn't. She wasn't sure what category Logan could be placed under, hence the question.
"Alright, so maybe some of the unlucky bastards in this place actually want to be here," she muttered, tossing her hair back slightly and taking an almost angry sip of her drink. She looked cross, maybe a little wound up. Talking about this shit wasn't easy for her even if the words left her lips easily enough. She wasn't exactly secretive until her father came into the picture but she didn't like failing and so she generally kept word of her personal failure to herself. Logan was the first she'd told. Hadn't meant to tell him, mind you, but she had came out with it now and there was no use taking it back. Might as well talk about it now that the chips had fallen. "Doesn't change the fact that I don't want to be. The job's not horrible but it's not great if you don't want to be in it." She was admitting a little grudgingly that teaching wasn't so bad if you liked it. The holiday time was pretty great. At the same time, acting wouldn't feel like a job to Rin. She'd love doing it, she wouldn't want the days off as much as she did now. She wanted the good life and she couldn't have it. It made the young woman bitter. "Then you'd better not waste yours telling me to do shit that isn't possible," she said bluntly, raising both brows at him for a moment before shaking her head and looking away toward the door. Someone had walked in but they were in conversation with a coworker so Rin wasn't concerned about being overheard. "You're telling me you have no goals?" That was surprising to someone that did. Almost to the point of being shocking. "I find that hard to believe." It was true, Rin just had a difficult time grasping such a concept.
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