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Post by logan on Jun 1, 2012 16:22:46 GMT -5
If it were food... well, this wouldn't actually surprise him at all. He'd had a few teachers back in high school (and earlier, and even one awesome professor in university) who'd brought in food or let them eat, and unsurprisingly they had always been class favourites. Admittedly, he didn't often bring them food, but hell, he had one Tuesday every month dedicated entirely to pancakes. Pancakes! Granted, he did eat most of these, or at least as much as he could while still getting around to each, but hey, he enjoyed himself, and the kids did get whatever was left after he'd eaten enough to satisfy himself (uh, and mark them, of course) so he didn't really see a problem with this. He just agreed. "Yeah, probably. I'm okay with that. Whatever makes them not steal my shit or pull pranks or something." Well, sometimes the Waters did anyway, but at least they weren't that terrible. Plus, he was used to it. "True, though. The pay helps." The trick was also that being liked enough by the students was generally a good way to keep his job. It wasn't the only thing that counted, obviously, and it didn't carry so much weight -- they always had to factor in seniority and random shit like that -- but it wasn't that bad. He considered her question for a second, then decided, "Nah." He did like being liked, so maybe he did care in that respect, but he definitely didn't care in the way like he would be put off or whatever if they didn't. There were plenty who didn't, after all. He usually just told them to shut up. "Makes it a lot easier to be their teacher, though, tell you that." It did. It was cool to be liked. Teenagers were pretty tough sometimes.
Admittedly, neither of them should have really ever become teachers. He'd always wondered what kinds of people decided to start teaching as an actual career. Seriously, wasn't school annoying enough as it was when they were forced to attend? Then again, if he wanted to talk about that kind of thing, it was stupid enough that he'd gone to college. Still, it'd gotten him this job in the end, and that... that was infinitely better than waiting tables or some bullshit like that. Still, Logan had grown to... maybe not like it, but he was definitely pretty content with it, and hey, if it meant he had an apartment and junk food and video games on his TV screen, he was totally okay. "Better than being on the street or something." That much was the solid truth. He was pretty sure even Rin would agree. "You're like what, twenty-four? S'not permanent." In Logan's world, pretty much nothing was permanent, certainly not jobs. "Fine, do whatever you want," he said, shrugging it off. He was pretty blunt himself, and honestly, he liked Rin, but sometimes it was like talking to a brick wall. As far as Logan was concerned, though, there was nothing really wrong with that. It wasn't like he was the type of person most people came to for advice or to spill their problems to or anything like that, but hey, perhaps luckily for Rin, he didn't care enough to press the issue. Girl could do what she wanted in her own life. "But if you're as good as you say, that should get you through it." Show business was different from "normal" jobs, wasn't it? He shrugged again when she asked about his goals. "Well, there's stuff I want to do," he said, mindful of his language now that two other teachers had entered the room, even though they weren't that nearby. "Wouldn't call that 'goals'."
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jun 1, 2012 22:12:36 GMT -5
She had to admit that avoiding having the little shits test her patience would be pretty nice but unfortunately Rin was not the sort of person that could pull off being liked by a class. She was hard on them and none too nice about it. They didn't like that and so, in turn, they did not like her. She tried to avoid starting shit with her students since it was against the rules but that didn't change the fact that her snide comments about their grades didn't go unnoticed by the kids themselves. "Stealing your shit? Ever had that happen?" Apart from a ball of sticky tack, pens, pencils, the works, Rin's only serious case of student theft thus far had been when one of the boys stole the heavy-duty stapler. She'd caught him and put him in detention then failed him at the end of the year when he didn't pass. Considering he had been pretty close to the passing score she could have offered extra credit or make-up work but she hadn't liked the guy for testing her and so she hadn't shown sympathy. Once a bitch, always a bitch. "Ugh, pranks. Never did like the Waters." She was a Wind and so in high school she'd had friends scattered throughout. Most of them had been in Fire and Thunder, though, because the kind-hearted Earths were usually repelled by her blunt and often bitchy personality and the Waters, well, most of then had ended up on her bad side for various reasons. She'd met a few ones she could tolerate but most were a no-go. "I'd almost envy you if it weren't for the fact I don't give a shit they don't like me. I don't like most of them either." She was unashamed in admitting a distaste for her students.
She nodded, offering no argument. "S'why I'm here." She'd needed income for a roof over her head. She also needed it to keep her father in a safe place as far away from her as humanely possible but she didn't tell Logan that. The acting deal wasn't a big deal. Well, alright, it was sort of a big deal to her but not so big of one that it was her best kept secret. Her parents? She pretended they didn't exist. She did not visit her father, ever. "Twenty three. It might not be permanant but I'm stuck here until further notice and that seems just as bad." Maybe the future would bring about better things but that didn't make the here and now feel any better. She was a realist, what some would call a cynicist. She didn't believe that things were going to be sunny and rosy at the end of the rainbow. Fuck the rainbow. It was a sign of cheerful and stupid things and she didn't give a shit about colour anyway. "S'not about what I want. It's about what I can't do." She shrugged. No use explaining herself too much else she'd need to mention her father. Acting was a riskier career than teaching. The income wasn't steady and reliable. She needed reliability, stability, until she figured her shit out and managed to work around the financial issues. There were also still the debts from college she'd never paid off yet. The college she'd dropped out of anyway. "Maybe in the future. Haven't given up, it's just not an option right now." Which sucked, it really did. She wished so badly that it was an option and that she could do what she wanted. "Doing what you want is a goal," she said. "S'what I think anyway. Unless it's stupid shit." The woman shrugged, not watching her language even though there were others around.
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Post by logan on Jun 3, 2012 1:05:44 GMT -5
He hadn't really had serious things stolen or anything, but occasionally cool things had gone missing. Then there were textbooks and things, and though those didn't belong to him, if those were counted, then those kids stole things like crazy, because a good deal hadn't been returned at the end of first semester. He hoped that was normal. It probably wouldn't look that great on him when they counted that shit at the end of the year... Still, he hadn't really had things stolen in a more technical sense. "Nah, not really. Nothing important," he said, shrugging. "Then again a bunch of it belongs to the school so I don't even really pay attention when it goes missing..." Were teachers really expected to do inventory of things that weren't theirs? Ugh, that probably was part of the job, wasn't it. Well, it was a stupid part of it. "Pranks aren't as bad, though. I always liked the Waters enough." He'd found himself surrounded by Waters back in school, actually, for the most part. There were a good deal of his own element, too, and a few Fires and Earths... Thunders had probably been the ones who hated him the most, to be honest, and the feeling was usually mutual when it came to that. He found, though, that hwen it came to Waters, it was always safer to be on their good side, though even then they could be pretty unrelenting with the pranks. "Probably shouldn't even bother envying," he said, shrugging. "At the end of the day, it doesn't matter too much." Well, it probably mattered more than he would acknowledge, considering teachers did after all spend their days surrounded by the students, and it couldn't be fun to be the target of the hate of thirty teenagers all in one room.
Logan just nodded. It was pretty much why he was here, too. He couldn't say that he'd ever felt a desire to teach, or be surrounded by these kids for longer than he had to be. He'd kind of ditched the place after graduating twelfth grade, after all, though he couldn't say that it wasn't nice to be back, actually. There were definitely other jobs he could have taken up, things back at home, so that maybe he honestly wouldn't even have to have moved out of his parents' place permanently -- at twenty-six this was still a pretty likely thing -- but this was one of the best-paying jobs he could get with next to no skills, or knowledge, or anything like that. The guy didn't have much going for him. "Yeah, young," he said, nodding. Hell, she was younger than he was, anyway. "Eh, further notice isn't forever or anything." He felt like he was talking himself in circles at this point, but he wasn't so selfish as to change the topic suddenly, and hey, he wasn't bored with it. It was definitely still a little weird hearing things about Rin's life, apart from the usual garbage. "Or what you can." Was he really this much of an optimist? Damn. He was pretty sure that he was not, actually, but it was probably the way it came off next to Rin. Then again, he did tend to believe in the most random and stupid things. "I guess, but it depends on what you consider 'stupid'," he answered, with yet another shrug, though it did make him think a little bit. Well... many people would probably consider the things he wanted to do stupid shit, he was pretty sure. Then again, he was pretty sure his only "goal" was to open a pancake house. At least his goals were semi-realistic, maybe.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jun 3, 2012 10:02:10 GMT -5
Rin chuckled when Logan suggested that he did not keep a log on all of the things that belonged to the school that were a part of his classroom. "I like the way you think." She didn't usually give a shit what they did with the textbooks unless administration got on her back. Rin was mostly annoyed by the thefts that actually affected her when she was going about her day. Like the fucking stapler. It had been a bad week without that damned stapler. What did she do when she needed to staple shit? Nothing. Bad week. At least she spent a good majority of the classes in the theatre as opposed to the actual classroom and so it wasn't a bad thing all five days. Still, the two she had been in there had been pretty irritating. "Pranks are worse, in my opinion," she scoffed. "After the salt in my coffee I was done with them." Then again, Rin didn't have the patience for jokes like that. They angered rather than amused her and she would hold it against the ones who'd done it for a long time. Grudges were her speciality. Usually if she hated you, that hate stuck. "You must have the patient of a fucking saint." It wasn't necessarily a compliment nor an insult, more of an acknowledgement on Caterina's part than anything else. Well, he had more patience than she did at any point and to her, anyone that could stand the Waters on a daily basis was a fucking saint in the ways of patience. Not like saints were perfect people or anything, she was sure. Anyone that said they were perfect got a laugh from her. Idiots. She was quite the hypocrite considering how highly she thought of herself but she couldn't claim to be perfect. If she was perfect she'd be an actress right now, after all.
She was young, sure, but to Rin she felt like she got older every second. Older and further away from her dream. Oh, 'realism', what a lovely thing you are. "Yeah, 'cause you're really so much older than I am. Take your meds, grandpa." She rolled her icy eyes at him and didn't smile even though she was joking. The joke was not light-hearted and entirely in jest, it was sarcastic and a bit scathing. Her jokes usually were. Her humour was abrasive and a lot of people could not handle that. She had no patience for people who couldn't handle her, either. If they didn't like her she wasn't going to bother convincing them they should. "Nah," Rin agreed. She let it go there because they were indeed going around in a bit of a circle. He was right in a way but she supposed that she was right in a way as well. He didn't know the full story but even someone as cold as Rin couldn't hold that against him. She hadn't told him all her ins and outs, her past. She'd only scratched the surface from her little slip up. "Oh yeah? Try me." She smirked, her words speaking of challenge. Whether or not he'd take it, well, Rin supposed that all depended on how open or, in contrast, secretive, Logan was about himself. She didn't particularly care whether he wasn't interested in telling her. She'd move on and not push him. Still, the friendlier part of her was curious. She liked to talk and she liked to learn about people. It was a bit weird to be so social when she had little tolerance for a lot of thing but Rin didn't try to explain herself. She was Rin, that was that.
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Post by logan on Jun 3, 2012 17:44:52 GMT -5
Seriously, so long as the kids weren't stealing his things, Logan pretty much had no troubles with it, unless the school started bugging him about it or something. Even then, it wasn't really his fault if kids couldn't keep their hands off the kitchenware. "'Course you do," he replied, sounding sarcastic but not actually meaning it. It didn't surprise him at all if Rin had the exact same outlook on those things. Logan, however, didn't care quite as much about things like his own desk supplies and such, mostly because... well, what the hell was the importance of office supplies to him? He taught Home Ec, for god's sake. "Salt in your coffee, eh?" he asked, laughing a little bit annoyingly at her misfortune. That hadn't yet happened to him, but then again it didn't make much of a difference. He could make coffee in there anytime if he actually wanted to, but normally he didn't bother when the staff room was so close by and there was always coffee going in there. "Sucks to be you. They're usually not that bad. And if they are then they can take that to detention." They did pull pranks on Logan, but they were fairly harmless, and so he didn't let them bother him too much. If they'd actually put salt in his coffee, he'd probably just make them go get him a new one or something like that. Logan snorted, though, when she called him patient. Honestly speaking, he was anything but. It was pretty easy to annoy the guy, but he also got over that kind of thing very quickly and so he'd say that he wasn't easily bothered. That was probably the main difference between himself and Rin.
Logan was definitely not old, thanks, and he might have been offended if he didn't know Rin too well for that at this point. There was never use in bothering to be annoyed or offended at the things she said, and he was pretty sure that she felt the exact same way about him. That was probably the only way people could ever put up with Logan, to be perfectly honest. "Never said I was old -- I'm still young and that's exactly why you're still young," he retorted, for once having something resembling a good answer even though it wasn't really all that special. Still, it was worth something, he supposed. At her next question he raised his eyebrows a little, especially when she smirked, and then didn't hesitate to go ahead and say, "Save up money. Open up a pancake house," he said without a hint of shame or embarrassment at this supposed goal. As for this actual restaurant, he didn't actually plan to make the food there or anything, though that'd be nice, but that was the plan as it stood, and it was subject to change. Logan was a pretty flexible guy when it came to that.
(sorry it's a bit short!)
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jun 4, 2012 11:04:41 GMT -5
Caterina fixed Logan with a bit of a sour look when he laughed at her. She didn't much enjoy being laughed at, especially not when she remembered how she'd spat out that coffee and coughed violently at the taste. God, it had been revolting. Still, her anger came in bursts and it wasn't something she'd hold a grudge about. Her grudges were usually short-lived unless there was a very good reason for them. "You sound like a shit hybrid between a jackal and Woody the fucking Woodpecker." Her grumbled insult was more out of defensiveness than anything else. She probably wouldn't have found his laugh quite so annoying if it had not been her that he was laughing at. The salt hadn't been the only cruel prank that the Waters had pulled against her but a lot of them had been a bit too humiliating. Rin was rather proud and she couldn't stand the idea of someone humiliating her. She could take a lot from people, tolerate them very well, but she didn't like when things were taken too far. No. "Fuck that, it's hardly a punishment," she snorted, seeming amused. "You just sit and stare at shit." That was pretty much what detention had been all about unless the person who'd put her in there had demanded that she write lines or something. She'd loved to just sleep in detention. Still, now that she was the one who held all the power it was kind of nice to hold it over their heads. And she would make them write lines. No use making it a good experience for them, after all.
Well, that wasn't so bad. Being young and all was a pretty good deal. She shrugged it off in a silent 'guess you're right'. She could talk a lot if she had something to talk about but Rin wasn't a woman who often flapped her jaw for the sake of doing so. She didn't know what she was expecting from Logan when she asked the question. Really, she didn't have a whole lot of expectations from other people. She never liked to set herself up for disappointment because she'd quickly learned that life was better when you didn't hope for things. Hopes were too easily crushed. When he did tell her what he wanted to do, she was both surprised and a little confused. "Pancakes. Really?" She didn't know about his fixation on the popular breakfast staple and so it seemed very random to her. Here she was dreaming about being an actress, starring on the big screen, and Logan wanted to open a pancake house. She didn't know whether he was for real or not. Blinking, realising that he'd probably been completely serious, Rin said, "Wouldn't call it silly, I guess. I mean if it's what you want." Everyone had their desires in life and she believed they should just go for them. Seize the bull by the horns. She didn't really care about most people and what they did but hey, she wasn't going to tell someone they couldn't do something unless they really couldn't. "If you have to save up I guess they cost a lot, huh? Never wanted to do something like that so I wouldn't know." She was actually showing a bit of genuine interest in his desires, even if that interest was a tad indirect.
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Post by logan on Jun 8, 2012 23:02:37 GMT -5
Rin's comment only served in making him laugh harder, and while he did so he kind of hoped that it annoyed her. Man, she'd deserve it for being so mean, too, though Logan wasn't even actually sensitive enough or anything stupid like that to really give two fucks either way about it. "What, does that bother you?" He was kind of obnoxious, and that seriously wasn't even an accident at this point. Bugging people was kind of hilarious. Logan was definitely the type to take things for granted, but he should have probably considered lucky to have somehow won over Rin's good graces... "Somehow" was a very important word in that sentence. "Then I give 'em my own detention," he said, though he disagreed slightly with her opinion on that. As a kid he'd hated detention. Sitting and staring at shit was boring, and although he was also lazy, he was... the type to always need or want to be doing something. These things rarely included homework or chores or something, though. He knew that it hadn't changed much since then. "They can clean up the classroom or something, if they want to be annoying." He didn't usually do this, though. That would mean that he had to supervise them, and that was just far more effort than Logan was willing to put in. It was a wonder he had been hired for this position, to be quite honest.
Most people knew about Logan's love of pancakes. Actually, most people knew and thought it was revolting, but he didn't understand those people, not even a little. Pancakes were awesome, okay, and people couldn't take that away from him, not for anything. "Yep, pancakes," he confirmed, giving a simple brief nod as if this were the plainest thing in the world. To some people, this news probably wouldn't even be surprising, now that he thought about it. Most he knew were aware that he loved pancakes more than life itself... and so on. "Eh, s'okay if you do, but that's cool. Thanks or something." He shrugged. It had never really been a concern of Logan's, whether or not people thought he was going along the right path in life or whatever, whether or not people thought that shit was dumb. Well, okay, it had mattered a little back when he was in school, but he'd been young then! If he'd learnt one thing at the Academy before graduating, it was that he seriously enjoyed life way more when he didn't really give a fuck, and things had been pretty much smooth sailing since then. Well, at least he had a job he didn't hate and a roof over his head and all of that. "Haven't really looked into it." Maybe he should do that, but he was pretty sure he was far enoug away from it not to have to. "I figure it does though, if you have to lease or buy the place... and pay employees for a while until you start making money back." He rolled his eyes. These things had never interested Logan. He was definitely in it for the whole, uh, having free pancakes deal.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Jun 9, 2012 8:26:56 GMT -5
The unamused expression remained for a long moment before she scoffed and shook her head, giving up on it. "Whatever." Not a no, or a yes, simply a 'whatever' because Rin had reverted easily into her usual not-giving-a-shit attitude. Things bothered her all the time but she got over them quickly and this was probably why she was so equipped to tolerate Logan. He was a pain in the ass sometimes but she was well aware of his attitude and so dealing with it wasn't difficult at all. Besides, and she was never going to tell him this, it was kind of nice to have a constant who actually could tolerate her for more than five minutes without getting offended and leaving. Oh, don't get her wrong! It was fun to bother the fuck out of people and watch them squirm but it was also nice to have a break from that every once in a blue moon. "S'always effective," she agreed. "It's fun to make the brats clear off the stage and try to drag some of the heavier shit off to the side." Then there had been marks on the stage, oops, and she'd blamed it on the kids when the administration had confronted her about this. "I didn't know they were messing with it! They must have done it when class was out!" Since there had no proof to whether she or the kids were lying, they'd took it out of her paycheck anyway. Assholes. Rin now realised when he confirmed this that she probably shouldn't have been that surprised, I mean she'd heard about his thing with pancakes and all, but she didn't know that it extended to wanting a pancake house or anything.
Thinking about that for a moment, she gave a thoughtful huff of laughter. "All for pancakes? I mean I like seafood but I'm not opening a sushi bar in the near future." Raw fish was not exactly the most healthy thing in the world and it made a lot of people sick. That was probably why she ate it, actually, just to prove that she could. It was the same reason she'd eat things that made other people cringe. Shock factor. Dare to be different. Rin liked the appalled looks that people would give when she ate something that looked like it came out the back end of a horse. She valued theatrics and all that, unsurprisingly. "Yeah, 'cause that's the mark of a serious dream," she said sarcastically when he said that he hadn't really looked into it. It wasn't a very nice thing to say but she didn't go out of her way to avoid being offensive. "And you criticize me for sitting on my ass and not pursuing anything." Maybe she should just stop now. And she did, actually, but not for the reason that she realised she was being bitchy. It was simply because she didn't have anything to say on the matter. Until he continued, that is, and she raised her eyebrows in doubtful amusement. "Right, so remind me why you wanted a pancake house again?" It was more of a rhetorical question than anything else. He seemed like the menial tasks of running the thing would wear him out. "If you like pancakes that much, just buy a bunch of shit for making them and go wild." She shrugged. Made sense to her. Then again, she was not Logan.
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Post by logan on Jun 15, 2012 20:56:32 GMT -5
Logan liked to believe that he was, overall, a pretty relaxed guy. Okay, actually, things got on his nerves pretty easily, and he could get pretty disgruntled and whiny and bitchy when this was the case. He was no Rin, though, not as easily-agitated, but it wasn't too hard to bother him, either. It was just that... different things bothered him, most likely, but it was difficult to tell. There were never real indicators. "Whatever," he echoed in agreement, shrugging. He was too tired and lazy for arguing, least of all with someone like Rin. She was a friend, anyway. He kind of liked arguments sometimes, though, but then again he just liked to bug people sometimes. "You should see their faces when I make them do everyone else's dishes or something," he said, chortling a little. It wasn't exactly manual labour like what Rin could apparently make the kids do, but some of these kids sure did complain a ton about it. He tried not to keep them after class to do that kind of thing unless it was last period or they had a spare or lunch, or something like that. He didn't really care if they were late for next period, and he knew that generally the troublemakers who'd wind up stuck doing that didn't really care much either, but it didn't look too great on him if he started cutting in on other teachers' time. Logan was no idiot. He needed the job -- not pressingly, no, but it was the best job he could get, and it let him keep an apartment that wasn't half-shabby.
He didn't really care that she laughed, and he shrugged. Okay, so it wasn't just for pancakes, but that was probably his primary goal in all of this. Moreover, even Logan wanted to have something to do with his life, and though he didn't mind teaching, he knew that this wasn't really what he wanted or was going to do for... well, ever. It wasn't his career, that was for sure. He didn't have many other skills. He didn't think owning a pancake house would be so bad. It'd probably be a fun enough place. "Well, maybe you should." He wouldn't mind sushi, actually, though he didn't really feel either way about it... which was weird, considering that it seemed to be one of those things people either loved, hated, or had always been too weirded out about to try. "Not all of us take shit as seriously as you," he shot back, feeling a mild twinge of annoyance, thoug it passed quickly. She hadn't actually angered him (yet) or anything. "My bad if you think everything is real fucking special or something." The language had come out, but he glanced over at the few other teachers in the room and luckily they hadn't noticed a thing. Logan didn't take offence at the fact that she thought it was stupid or that he was ill prepared. Nah. He mostly hated this whole idea of having to have his entire life planned out or something. He was still young, damn it.
(sorry it kind of sucks. ;;)
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