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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 10:13 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 10:40 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 12:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 12:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 12:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 2:26 pm
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The Teacher: Andrew Xavier The Insane
The faint noise of a squeaky violin trailed down the hallway. As if chasing the ghostly remnants of an ethereal experience, Mr. Xavier reopened the classroom door, only to find nothing besides a piano, recently dusted off.
Dammit, Mr. Xavier thought, the moment he started to hear sounds from the classroom, everyone had already left. Mr. Xavier gazed nostalgically at the classroom. His wooden desk has grown a layer of furry detritus, much like his mossy beard. Both of which needed a good shaving due to severe negligence.
Mr. Xavier sat back down on his spinning black chair and watched floating particles of dust gently settle on his desk. This place needed some cleaning. Next time he should write his contact information on the blackboard or something, that way students would at least know there was a teacher around. Lately the school has been more like a haunted mansion rather than a legitimate educational institution. Not like music would make much of a difference.
"GOD DAMMIT!" he screamed, ricocheting the black, spinning chair into the wall and back into his knees. He madly scribbled onto the blackboard: TEACHER: MR. XAVIER PHONE #: XXX-XXX-XXXX He was sure the screeching sound of chalk, much like the wails of the violin from before, could be heard down the hallway.
Fiercely fighting the forces of entropy, Mr. Xavier threw open the windows and let sunlight into the room, and watched dust particles diffuse from the classroom to the brightness of the outside world. "Damn, that's a lot of dust," he muttered.
OOC: Contact info implies future visitors can quote me ("call me") if they're in the room. At least notify me if the class isn't dead yet! XD
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 11:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 1:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 9:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 10:00 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 6:32 pm
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The Teacher: Andrew Xavier The Insane Mr. Xavier immediately threw a piece of chalk at the boy in the hoodie. "You look whiter than Beethoven in that makeup. Go fix your face before you come back." He then threw an eraser at the boy named Jeffrey again, watching the clouds of calcium carbonate billow into the stagnant air. Suddenly, a man in a suit walked in, carrying a violin. He did not look like a high school boy. Mr. Xavier straightened up "Welcome, welcome. We would be honored to have you play your violin-" Halfway through his speaking, a boy with electrical tape on his nose insolently muttered something about breathing. "Have some manners, boy! Speak properly and show some respect. When I say it's electrical tape, it is electrical tape! Now turn around, this man in a suit is here to play the violin. I'm not here to listen to you noobs all day, now." Mr. Xavier kicked his rolling chair back into place and quickly led the man in a suit into the room. "So sorry about the state of the room, sir. Please, allow me to take your case. Would you like me to hang your coat here? Yes, thank you for coming, we welcome all real musicians here. I'm afraid I may not be the best teacher for you, but I assure that I give excellent critique. I know how to appreciate talent when I see it."
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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