A&P First day [open]

[duncan]

Duncan still couldn't believe he was doing this. He wasn't a teacher nor was he a role model and Alexander did that. But since he does have the experience and the education he didn't see what other choice he had. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought but he wasn't holding his breath. How the hell could he keep the kids disciplined when he himself didn't have any. It was then that the sparkle in his eyes cooled quite a bit. Easy enough he just had to think of this as a mission.

He'd dressed in a pair of black slacks with a blue button up, the top two buttons were undone and the sleeves were rolled part way up his forearms. That was as business like as they were going to get from him. Blue eyes scanned to make sure that the two sets of books for each student was there and nodded in satisfaction. He started putting up his own books on the bookshelf behind his desk. Honestly, Duncan wasn't expecting much of a turn out. Once that was done he went to the board and smirked a bit. His old high school teachers would find this hilarious.

On the board he wrote:

Mr. Hunter

Anatomy: The study of the human body.

Physiology: The study of organ systems of the human body.

Pathology: The study of disease.

Medical Terminology: None of the rest will make sense if you don't understand the lingo.

That being done he pulled out his chair and sat down. His arms rested on the desk and he waited to see how this would all turn out.

[Lifeguard]

[/url]. Nothing too slutty revealing, but nothing too prudish conservative either; a perfect balance of sorts.

Today was the first day for one of the Massachusetts Academy's teachers, an instructor by the name of Duncan Hunter. He taught some assortment of sciences, a subject Heather knew confidently enough about to not worry about passing.

But her brother Davis, well... best not to even think about that. Ever since following her sibling here, Heather had endured gossip and horror tales pertaining to her older brother's antics. Everything from wearing pajamas to a class - Dr. Damme's no less! - and whoring out to girls. It made the Australian sick to her stomach, but she tolerated it as worrying about the situation of Davis did nothing for her. Instead, Heather could focus on maintaining some dignity for the family name.

"G'morn.," she greeted, already finding a seat near the back of the class. Interesting to note, Heather Cameron always sat closest to the rear despite being an A student. It was a contradiction to the whole smart students preferring to sit up front, but unless Emma Frost had informed Duncan about her academic prowess, the man would be free to assume Heather was another slacker.

"Mr. Hunter, eh? Seem like an all right mug, reckon I'm in for quite a time. Would that be right?"[/font][/ul]

[ayden4]

It was mid-morning, maybe around 9am. Thing is, most of the time Beclem would have struggled to get out of bed; he was a bit of a lazy bastard. But recently, ever since moving to this school, he has been training every morning and getting as much time by himself as he could. It wasn't as if he didn't want friends, he just felt like he shouldn't become to attatched to anyone, lest he has to move away again. In the end, his logic made actually no sense to him.

Training wasn't the only thing on his mind, naturally he had classes in which he had to attend. He was particularly looking forward to physiology as it was a branch of scientific practice that he was quite adept at back when he studied it for those few weeks at his old school. Dressed in a nice pair of dark blue jeans and a plain black shirt that showed off a bit of his maintained chest, he came into the classroom, notebooks under his arm as he scanned the room.

There was another student here, someone he hadn't met before, but he ignored her for now. His eyes fell upon the teacher, whom looked like he didn't really want to be here. With a humourous smirk, Beclem set his notebooks down on a table in the second row, before he sat and waited for some form of a rollcall or introduction.

[duncan]

Well now this was depressing. Class was officially starting and he only had two students. Damn but someone had to teach this kids to show up on time. But then again he was one to talk. He nodded to the young lady that walked in and then to the young man. Blue eyes looked up at the clock and he sighed. Time for class to begin.

Duncan got up and walked around to the front of his desk. "Hello class, as the board says, I am Mr. Hunter and I will be your anatomy instructor. Since we don't seem to have many students I ask that you two move up to the front of the class room to make this easier on us all." He waited to see if the young woman would move forward, he'd hate to tell her he'll stand there, not do a damn thing and then give them their homework without a lecture should she chose to remain there. "If more students arrive you'll be able to return back to your seat of preference."

[Lifeguard]

[/i] to be here, but as usual he wasn't. Maybe he'd be late, though if he didn't show up, there would be an endless barrage of punches on the older sibling's skull.

"Right-o.," she said, moving to sit at the front. Her exact seating was closest to the door, but still up front, so that she could glare at Davis should he arrive.

Mr. Duncan could have done nothing and gave them homework, it wouldn't have mattered. Heather was pretty smart, and would probably wing it. Now if ol' Eagle Eye here gave grades based on bias and likability, then Lifeguard would be drowning in trouble, but the man didn't seem that much of a jackass, or even a jackass to begin with. He seemed... likable.[/font][/ul]

[Slipstream]

Once again young Davis Cameron was going to be late for a class. He reminisced about that time when he showed up to Mr. Van Damme’s classroom rocking his pajamas and a “to hell with it” attitude. That ended up with the tin can banishing him from his class until got permission from Frost to come back. Pfft, yea right. Like he would willing go to Ms. Frost to get permission to return to a class that he didn’t even like. The only reason he would enter Frost’s office would be to ogle her goods. Davis strolled through the halls of the academy on his way to this new guy’s classroom. It seemed like every day they were getting either a new student or a new teacher. ”I wonder what this dingo’s gonna be like,” he said to himself. He flipped through the pages of one of his comic books.

Wearing a simple pair of black jeans, black hightop converse, and a black muscle shirt, Davis finally made it to the classroom. He made sure to also bring the required books, no need in having another Van Damme fiasco. ”Sorry for the lateness teach, kinda got lost on the way here.” With his lame excuse out of the way he took a seat right next to his little sister Heather. She had always been the smarter and more driven of the two, always outdoing him in most things except surfing and having fun of course. He scooted the chair right next to her figuring that since he understood nothing about what the hell they were studying, he could get help from her… yea good luck with that.

Davis gave her a kiss on the cheek. ”G’day to be learning… whatever we’re supposed to be learning isn’t it?” He sometimes wondered if there was some sort of mix up and that she was really the older one. He rested his head on her shoulder. ”Wake me when this shindig starts.”