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Post by Pippa Dashwood-Dune on Nov 29, 2010 13:06:49 GMT -5
Still adorned in her cheerleading outfit Pippa stood on the field texting away. Tonight had been a victory for the team so obviously, that meant that there was going to be a celebration. Where that would be...well that was yet to be determined. It really depended on who's parents were out of town or cool enough not to care about a bunch of high schoolers partying at their house. Sure, most of them had fake ids, but still celebrating a football victory at a bar was risky...especially with so many teams involved.
Pippa twirled a strand of her long brown hair as she headed toward the locker room, knowing that there would be buzz of whatever the evenings plans were. Plus, she needed to change out of her cheerleading uniform and into something party worthy, although she supposed the guys did like the girls in uniform...
Oh well, she'd figure it out, she thought cheerfully as she headed toward the locker room. It was pretty crowded on the field and all around as her peers formed plans with one another and chatted about the game, so Pippa wasn't exactly surprised when someone knocked into her but that didn't mean she couldn't be somewhat annoyed.
"You could say sorry," she snapped as she swung around to face the person.
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Post by barnaby on Nov 30, 2010 6:02:54 GMT -5
He'd managed to track down Sawyer and had spent the match in her company. Even watching her had worn Barnaby out! She seemed unable to stand still for even a sec! Still, he'd found her to be great company - and an added bonus was that she'd been able to explain some of the rules as the game progressed. It wasn't anything like the football played back home in the UK.
He was on his way back to the car parking area to head for home and had opted for the short cut that took him past the senior lockers.
Big mistake.
Massive, in fact as the entire hallway was bustling with life following the game. Excited teens all trying to reach their own locker so that they, too, could go on home.
Barnaby threw an 'excuse me' after a 'sorry' followed by a 'beg your pardon' and the odd 'can I get by...?' but eventually the inevitable happened and he was jostled into a girl student. Boy oy boy did she snap and snarl!
"Well... if you'd given me a moment to actually *say* sorry I guess I would have," he countered. She hadn't offered him the chance before taking a snarl at his head.
"You have my most heartfelt apology," he added.
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Post by Pippa Dashwood-Dune on Nov 30, 2010 17:29:26 GMT -5
Pippa's face dropped when she realized it was a teacher she'd just snapped at. Oops. Pippa could be pretty mean when she wanted to be but she knew better than to use her attitude on teachers. No, to teachers, she was perfectly sweet, turning them into putty in her hands so she could always get away with whatever she needed to. Now, Pippa didn't actually have Mr. Blackwell as a teacher (did he even teach seniors? she wasn't sure), but she still knew who he was. All the girls knew who he was considering that he was very clearly the best looking teacher in the school, and his British accent didn't hurt either. It made Pippa wish that she had him because she was sure watching him teach would make even the dullest of lectures interesting. "I guess its my turn to apologize then," she said, her lips curling into a polite smile. "I assumed it was one of the guys on the team, just being a jerk," she quickly lied. She actually assumed it had been some nerd who wasn't worth her time. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't be so quick to reprimand people I suppose," she offered, of course another lie, but her tone was sugary sweet, doing a complete 180 from her first reaction when he bumped her. "What are you doing at school so late?" she asked, "Did you stick around for the football game?" she asked, "I'm Pippa, by the way, I'm not in any of your classes," she explained. "I'm taking AP Government this year," she explained. OOC: He doesn't teach government right, just world history? If he would teach Government let me know and I can rewrite it a bit  |
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Post by barnaby on Dec 1, 2010 9:30:25 GMT -5
(OOC You’re fine! He doesn’t teach government!) The change in the young lady’s demeanour was instant. Barnaby knew he could pass (just about) for a senior but most of the students had seen him around school by now and would probably realise he taught. The girl before him obviously did and a smile quickly replaced her glare. At least she apologised back... That was a step in the right direction. Why did he get the feeling apologies were few and far between from that sweet mouth? “No harm done,” Barnaby assured her. “Now had you lashed out with your hand instead of your tongue...?” He smiled back. He wasn’t fooled by her U-turn. He knew damned well she was trying to ensure she didn’t end up in detention. Barnaby Blackwell hated the use of that as a power tool and so wouldn’t even had contemplated enforcing that particular form of punishment. Still, it was interesting to watch the girl try to win him over with her smile... “I am no longer an American football virgin,” he declared. “I was talked into watching the game by one of my class. Would you believe me if I said that was honestly the first time I’d seen the sport played? Still not sure I’ve got all the rules straight but... baby steps, eh? And I’m Barnaby,” he added. “You maybe knew that, though...” |
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Post by Pippa Dashwood-Dune on Dec 1, 2010 11:39:07 GMT -5
"Trust me, you don't have to worry about me getting in a fist fight," Pippa assured him with another one of her charming smiles. And for the most part this was true. Pippa had no reason to go around hitting people. Of course there were always exceptions like if someone touched her inappropriately first, but it wasn't like she was expected that to happen, nor did she consider someone bumping into her inappropriate touching. Although she had to admit that this Barnaby fellow was quite good looking and she didn't think she'd mind it so much from him, even though he was a teacher who was clearly not even trying to hit on her so the chances were slim to none at best. Pippa wasn't delusional or anything.
She gave him a look when he described himself as no longer a virgin, okay it had been a football virgin but she liked her innuendo better. "She smirked, so what's the verdict? Can we expect you at more games?" she asked, batting her eyelashes a little. She wouldn't mind him watching her cheer, even if that was all it was.
"I don't think half the people that come out and support the team know all the rules anyway. A lot of people come just to hang out and socialize. It's kind of the thing to do on Friday nights in the fall," she told him. After all, this was very true. Many of the who's who of Gould Silver were either on the team or cheerleaders and those who had made their popularity without being involved in the sport were usually friends with enough people involved to make sure to show up at all the games.
"Yeah, well, new teacher," she said, "word gets out," she added simply in response to him saying that she probably already knew who he was. If only he was a not a teacher or maybe she was a bit older this conversation could be going drastically different, but Pippa knew when to play the game and when to just go into kiss up mode and play innocent.
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Post by barnaby on Dec 2, 2010 7:01:25 GMT -5
“The verdict is.... hmmm... That I shall never - as in *ever* - try my hand at playing your footie. It seemed more like warfare to me! I suppose I’m not that fond of contact sports.” Well, not THAT kind of contact sport! “Give me a polo pony any day,” he added with feeling. “But I will definitely watch some more games. I mean, the sport is important to the school and I need to make an effort to at least understand it... right?”
Besides, she was right in that the social aspect of it all was good. The hype around school for the past few days had been something to witness! Excited didn’t even come close! “I just wish my history classes would get that worked up over the Cold War or the Cuban Missile Crisis...” The opposite was true, in fact, but Barnaby had no choice but to stick to the set syllabus, no matter how much more interesting he was sure world history could be!
“I’m actually hoping to teach the seniors next year,” he told Pippa. At least then he would have a little more leeway in the content of his classes.
“You said you are taking government? How are you liking that subject? I have to admit I find politics almost as confusing as American football!”
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Post by Pippa Dashwood-Dune on Dec 2, 2010 12:30:44 GMT -5
"Polo...is that were you ride horses and carry croquet thingies?" she asked, regretting the words immediately as she was probably coming off like some sort of ditzy cheerleader. Pippa prided herself on being on the cheer squad but she in no way wanted anyone to thing she was a ditz. Not even Teacher McHottie.
"Yeah, I don't think there's much chance of that," Pippa said. She'd been in many of classes where teachers tried to make up games to get them enthralled in the subject but it never worked. School was boring for a reason. No one pretended it was supposed to be fun and Pippa was fine with that. Of course Pippa enjoyed school very much but that was because she was popular. She liked school because of her friends...not the classes. It wasn't even really a contest.
"Oh, yeah, cool," Pippa said a little vaguely. Anything regarding next year was uninteresting to her. Next year she'd be away at some college...she wasn't sure where she wanted to go yet but wherever it was she was sure she'd fit in right away and be pledging some sorority and dating a Lacrosse player or something. That was the fantasy at least.
She shrugged, "It's government...same stuff you learn in the 7th grade just in more detail," she said, "I'm not really into politics either," she admitted, "I'm just taking it for the credit."
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Post by barnaby on Dec 3, 2010 5:44:59 GMT -5
"Horse-back croquet..." Barnaby grinned. "Close enough," he added. It sort of resembled croquet... Well... maybe a bit. "Politics here sounds about as enthralling as it did back home. England, that is." His accent more than likely gave his origins away but as he'd been mistaken for Australian, South African and even Canadian it wouldn't hurt to make absolutely sure!
They'd started to wander towards the main entrance with Barnaby playing the role of bulldozer and carving a path for them both through the thronging bodies.
The air outside was clear and cool... and a very welcome relief from the somewhat sweaty aromas that had been prevalent inside.
"Do you need a lift home or anything?" he asked. "I'm heading for Venice Beach and would be happy to drop you off en route." While it was a nice evening Barnaby would have felt dreadful just leaving without making the offer!
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Post by Pippa Dashwood-Dune on Dec 3, 2010 15:18:15 GMT -5
British was actually the first thing she guessed Barnaby to be so she was none too surprised when he mentioned England. To her the British accent was more familiar than Australian or New Zealand or any other country so it was usually the thing she defaulted to first when hearing a similar accent. She was sort of surprised that he offered a ride though. Teachers just didn't do that...well at least not in her experience. Then again, Pippa had never been a girl to have relationships with her teachers outside of handing in her homework and answering the occasional question in class. "Thanks," she said, "but I'm going to have to pass. I still need to change, plus I'm going to meet up with some friends to celebrate the victory," she said glancing down at her phone and seeing that there was indeed a text mentioning plans for a bonfire by the beach. Pippa was smart enough not to mention what the plans were though. She was sure he could deduce that there would be alcohol involved in the celebration, but there was no need to incriminate herself. "Plus, I have a car," she added with a smile. Pippa loved her car. It wasn't the fanciest or most expensive out of her friends but it was still a car and Lexi never fought to use it even though technically they were suppose to share. "Anyway...I should be off," Pippa said, "Have a good night, Mr. Blackwell," she smiled. Tag for Wrap? I couldn't think of any way to keep it going once she turned down the ride but seeing that the TC in in two days I figure moving toward a wrap is a good idea anyways |
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Post by barnaby on Dec 4, 2010 6:49:37 GMT -5
(good idea about the wrap!)
Barnaby nodded when Pippa declined his offer of a lift home. He would have honestly been surprised if she'd said yes. Students rarely - if ever - liked to be seen with members of the teaching body out of hours. It was bad enough to be seen talking to them within the normal school day!
"Good night," he murmured back and with a smile Pippa turned and left. Barnaby headed across the car parking area and located his battered VW Beetle. A long - and lonely - weekend loomed ahead. Maybe he should use the time to finish unpacking those boxes? After all, he couldn't live out of them for ever... could he?
(wrapped then and thanks Cheryl!)
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