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Post by ETHAN ANDREW CLARKE on Dec 18, 2012 14:54:22 GMT -5
On a usual day you can find Ethan driving around Forks in his sportser listening to music but not this day. He is sitting in his house grading papers from the history class he teaches. As he goes over them his face has a smile on his face because the content on the papers seem to be interesting." You can tell that these kids have a vivid imagination. They seem to have the knack to be history teaches someday"He almost always talks to himself. He finds it a way to keep him amused at things around him.He had finished grading papers he got up and poured himselfa cup of coffee into a coffee mug. He then walked out the house and into the sportster he owned. He spotted a cup holder and put the mug into it. He turned the car engine on and backed out of the driveway. He then put the car into drive and drove away.
The way that he was driving could indicate that he had all the time in the world. He had the thought of what kind of person he was and what type of person he would turn into if he was around certain types of people. He enjoyed being what he was. He had plenty of years coping with it nd getting over the anger that came with it. He came to the Forks diner. He pulled into the parking lot and parked the car . he got out of the car and put the keys in his pocket. He then walked into the diner.
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Post by AURALEI ARIANA CULLEN on Dec 18, 2012 17:09:41 GMT -5
The wind blew, as cold as ice, as Auralei walked down the street quietly. Considering she was a mute, she couldn't really be loud anyway. Although there was also the way she held herself, a bit shy and awkward but the scowl on her face made it evident that she was no shy and sweet little girl. Cursing mentally, Auralei continued her trek down South Spartan Avenue, her back facing the tall building that was Forks High School (Of FHS, either one). Her first day there had been pitiful, really. She'd kicked off the day with forgetting to get her schedule at the office and instead, chose a random classroom for who knows what reason. She hadn't made any friends either, most all of them probably whispering about her muteness. Growling, she took a sharp turn onto another street and passed by a restaurant. Looking up, she saw the words, "FORKS DINER!" Printed onto the glass. She didn't know wether to raise an eyebrow or roll her eyes. What a creative name She thought sarcastically but nevertheless, she opened the door, the bell jingling at the top, and looked around while her stomach screamed for food. A sudden smell made her stiffen abruptly and she stared around the diner. A man around his thirties was there too, looking very care free and smelling like a wet dog who had a run in with a bucket of sickly sweet perfume. Curiously, she realized these were the two scents of vampire and werewolf. Tilting her head, Auralei studied the man from afar with her bright gold eyes (Auralei would never drink human blood, this would be considered cannibalism on her part) behind her gray contacts. He seemed relaxed and inclined for no sort of fight whatsoever but you could never tell with other mythical creatures. Unlike other vampires, if she saw strangers she wouldn't just walk up to them and say, "Hey, how ya doing? I'm Auralei!" She couldn't speak anyway. Instead, she liked to draw together a decision of if they were enemy or not. This happened especially with werewolves. Deciding quietly that he didn't seem of much harm, the young girl hesitated to stride across the room to him. Before she could though, she suddenly recognized his face. It was the History teacher at Forks High School. Well, wasn't this a surprise? Requesting politely for a lemonade from a random waitress, she received it minutes later and promptly ignored the waitress's request to sit down. Deciding quickly, she strode across the room as planned and stopped in front of her History teacher. Taking a sip of the cold lemonade to soothe the headache that was sure to come, she stared at her teacher, not really aware of his name, and sent him a telepathic message.
Hello, I'm Auralei Cullen., she thought, directing her thoughts towards the man in front of her instead of the people around her. She didn't want people to go psycho because of "Voices inside their heads". The thought of this actually made her chuckle a bit and she smiled. Then she realized she'd just let the teacher hear that...Oops.
You're my History teacher, aren't you?, Auralei continued on, sipping on her lemonade to heal the headaches exploding inside her skull.
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Post by ETHAN ANDREW CLARKE on Dec 27, 2012 12:48:15 GMT -5
Ethan had just arrived at the diner hungry as ever and feeling like he could eat a horse. The thought of that expression made him chuckle to himself.He looked around the diner to see if there was a open booth. He finally found one and he walked over to it and sat down in it.Seeing as he was part something that needed to eat that was why he came to the diner. he could get his blood fill later on. The waitress came over to him with a menu in hand. She gave it to him and asked him what kind of drink he wanted. Ethan responded with" I would like a Diet Pepsi please."The waitress nodded her head and walked away . Ethan picked the menu up and started to look at it.As he wa s looking at the menu he was unaware of the girl that was walking his way with a lemonade. He did hear footsteps and without looking he said" Umm I have not had enough time to make a decison what to eat yet." He then looked up expecting the waitress and saw a young girl that he thought she looked familiar but did not know where from.
She sat down across from him. He then heard a voice in his head and it said something about a name. He then realized that it must have been from that girl. He then said with a quizzical look" I am Ethan Clarke. I think I recognize you but i am not sure." He had recieved his diet from the waitress and walked away again. he took a sip of his coke.Ethan asked" Do you go to the school?"
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