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Post by sunspot on Sept 8, 2009 22:03:07 GMT
Roberto Da Costa trudged down the stairs from his office, finding it stuffy in comparison to the more open spaces of the Academy. The outdoors would have been better, but with night having rolled in, the mutant chose to remain indoors for the night. Dressed in a very simple looking outfit of jeans and a soccer jersey he looked more relaxed than he probably ever did since he’d set foot in the school. A pair of reading glasses were on the bridge of his nose as he flopped onto one of the sofas in the rec room.
He sighed momentarily before flipping open a thick book entitled “The Complete Works of Immanuel Kant” and found the page he had marked. He pulled the pencil from behind his ear and poised himself to mark in the margins notes for his advanced Philosophy class. He hummed to himself quietly as his dark chocolate eyes scanned along the texts.
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Post by psylocke on Sept 11, 2009 17:08:58 GMT
Elizabeth Braddock stood at the foot of the staircase out of the way as a group of students walked passed and out the door heading out to get something to eat and then to the movies. If they could ever make up there minds on which one to see. Once the door had closed she moved from her place heading down the hall silently so she wouldn't disturb anyone near by. She was dressed in dark blue jeans and a thin black hoodie with sinful on her left breast in white outlined in red on the back a pair of white wings took up most of the space.
Elizabeth walked passed rec room but stopped turned around and headed inside. Walking up behind Roberto she rested her elbows on the back of the couch clasp her hands together and looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. She was very aware that Mr. Da Costa didn't like the other teachers all that much she didn't have to read his mind to know that.
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Post by sunspot on Sept 22, 2009 14:01:01 GMT
Elizabeth would always be right in that aspect. He didn’t care much for the self-centered staff of the Academy and had no problem expressing it subtly. The Black Rook’s features remained unfazed as he heard footsteps from the hall. This was a school. People walked by rooms all the time. Unless they could fly, of course, then there would be that lovely silence that Roberto preferred those times where he simply wished to be alone. That leant being taken by surprise but he could live with that if it meant he could get at least some reading in.
He paid no mind to the approaching presence; perfectly content to ignore it until he or she made his presence known. Unfortunately, there was that nagging feeling that meant someone was reading over his shoulder; a quality that always irked him. He set his jaw for a moment and finally glimpsed upwards. “Can I help you?” he asked with a very slight smirk pulling at the edge of his lips.
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Post by psylocke on Sept 24, 2009 22:21:47 GMT
"Oh I'm perfectly fine where I'm at but I'll let you know if I need something so go back to reading Immanuel Kant." Betsy stayed right where she was and not planned on moving anytime soon. She was timing how long it would take him to either leave and go hide in his room or ask her to move. She found it amusing how such small things could bother him like being around other teachers some of them she could understand but all of them seemed a little weird. But she didn't really put much thought into it. Or it could have been something he picked up at the Hellfire Club she was aware he was a member only because her father was apart of the London branch. But she didn't really care all that much about the whole thing and she hated there dress code for the higher ups.
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Post by sunspot on Oct 8, 2009 14:49:28 GMT
Roberto’s brow remained arched as he couldn’t stand the lingering and he shut his book. “So you just get your jollies out of reading over someone’s shoulders?” he asked as he straightened in his seat and turned to face Betsy. “Are you sure there is nothing you want, Elizabeth? I sincerely thought you had more manners than to just harass a man while he’s reading.” He set the book down and removed his reading glasses.
“Or are our students rubbing off on you just a bit?” he asked arrogantly as he set his glasses down beside the book as well. There was just a certain air of superiority that being within the Hellfire Club tended to radiate. Roberto had tried a great deal to suppress it to the best of his abilities. After all, it took a humble mind to understand philosophy, yet alone teach it. Never the less, there were moments where the business ethics and philosophy teacher just couldn’t stifle the snobbish attitude he held up in regards to the faculty; partially kept up in order to refrain from fraternizing too much with his coworkers.
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