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Post by ohiouniversitygirl on Dec 8, 2005 21:04:47 GMT -5
That was short but it was still very cool, silvercell! ;D I like the fact that Crane digs Irish creme (good thinking!) and that he skips the sugar unless he's happy....that's an interesting detail. See....you ARE good at fanfic (and I bet you had fun, too)! Why don't you add just a little bit more...don't be a tease!!! ;D
Either way...you get an exhalt for taking the time to contribute...thanks so much!!! ;D
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Post by §ilvercell on Dec 8, 2005 22:23:18 GMT -5
after finishing their coffe they both got a cupple of blueberry muffins,and started talking about their stutents. "so pamala seems to be pretty complacent with a D+ and so do the others,I don't know why they even show up". "that's strange, everyone in my class has atleast a B+" She said smirking.
((((WRITER'S BLOCK))))
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Post by scotsrockgod on Dec 10, 2005 1:34:46 GMT -5
Crane looked at Rose sideways. "Are you implying something?"
"No, not at all," she replied, stirring her coffee with an impish smile.
"You can't get away that easily," he said coldly. "Enlighten me, then. What teaching methods make your grading curve so much higher than mine?"
"Well, Jon, I can't really pin it down to any particular teaching methods . . ." She was avoiding his gaze, crumbling her blueberry muffin in her fingers.
"Perhaps you're not testing them rigorously enough. Perhaps you're being too easy on them. Do you cover the whole textbook?"
Rose sighed. "As much as I value your insight and experience, Dr. Crane, I didn't really come here with the intention of sharing grading curves and textbook lessons."
Crane's eyebrow quirked. He seemed genuinely surprised. "What did you want to talk about, then?"
She shrugged. "You, actually."
His voice was frost. "Me?"
"Yes. I wanted to ... to get to know you better."
"Expecting that I would have hobbies? 'Likes going for long walks, reading books, curling up in front of a fire'?"
Her eyes were full. "No need to mock me, Jonathan." She gave her coffee an angry slurp. "We can leave any time you like."
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Dec 10, 2005 2:45:59 GMT -5
Good job Silvercell. See, it wasn't that hard! I like how you brought the focus back to their profession! SRG: I think someone's ego is being tested here! You brought back his cold arrogant side! ;D I guess it's hard for him to fathom anyone being that interested in him, huh? Keep writing! *hands over a CB*
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Post by ohiouniversitygirl on Dec 10, 2005 3:09:28 GMT -5
Good job Silvercell. See, it wasn't that hard! I like how you brought the focus back to their profession! SRG: I think someone's ego is being tested here! You brought back his cold arrogant side! ;D I guess it's hard for him to fathom anyone being that interested in him, huh? Keep writing! *hands over a CB* See, silvercell, I told you that you did a good job!! ;D Thanks so much for adding another chapter, scotsrockgod!! I think it's awesome how you brought a little tension and friction into the "date". I definitely agree with blue-eyed that it's kinda nice to see the sarcasm and aggression resurface in our beloved Jonathan. It's fun to love his softer side, but he is definitely not a little puppy dog! Great job, SRG!!! ;D *exalt*
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Post by §ilvercell on Dec 11, 2005 19:57:13 GMT -5
anyone else?
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Post by scotsrockgod on Dec 13, 2005 0:11:04 GMT -5
Thanks, girls. I guess I just like the arrogant side of Crane! Silvercell, I think you should go again.
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Post by §ilvercell on Dec 13, 2005 20:08:43 GMT -5
"well Rose" he said getting up."I have papers to grade"
"don't you mean kids to flunk?!"
"yes they are dunderheads arent they?" he said facetiously.
"just take me back to the campus!"
"as you wish, Rose."
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Post by girl in the sharkskin tuxedo on Dec 13, 2005 21:51:42 GMT -5
i'm going to jump in, if no one minds...
Wihelmina scowled and heavily sighed. "I didn't want this to turn into an argument, Doctor. I wanted to have a nice coffee date and..." "...You brought up my students. I teach a very serious class." "Fine, whatever, I'll pay and we can leave..." She regained her composure and paid in exact change as Jonathan waited in car. What just happened here?, he asked himself. He had once again upset a fellow teacher and now she would probably tell the rest of the faculty what a jerk he was to her. Jonathan jumped in his seat as Rose slammed his car door. Her face was slightly reddened and she turned away from him, alternating her fingers from rubbing her nose bridge and massaging her temples. "I'm sorry I brought the subject of grading up, but there was no need to mock my curiosity in your hobbies. I was just trying to be friendly. Let's just go, I have a class in 20 minutes." Jonathan looked over at to see her eyes roll and he started the car wordlessly.
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Post by ciaran on Dec 13, 2005 22:22:31 GMT -5
ooh, we brought back the cold Crane, yes! Crane's sarcasm keeps it interesting. Great job everyone! Hopefully I will get to write a chapter in the next few days, but don't wait for me if you've something to write. I'll jump in whenever I can.
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Post by blue-eyed struck on Dec 14, 2005 3:05:15 GMT -5
HEH! Well things sure took a turn for the worse! This story is getting interesting! ;D Great Job once again Silvercell and Jinna! Can't wait to read yours Ciaran!
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Post by §ilvercell on Dec 14, 2005 8:53:22 GMT -5
i get too much writer's block to have a whole ff.
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Post by scotsrockgod on Dec 15, 2005 1:51:39 GMT -5
Nice addition guys, maybe I'll have time to jump in once more.
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Post by c.m.ismyxanatos on Dec 15, 2005 2:06:58 GMT -5
hm...to write or not to write....that is the question.
Hmm...TO WRITE!! LOL, I have to read this over first, but then I'm gonna take a stab at it.
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Post by c.m.ismyxanatos on Dec 15, 2005 2:49:58 GMT -5
Ok, I REALLY hope this wasn't too long. My idea came later, and I had to write up to that point. Let me know if it's too much and I will try to shorten it, cause I realize mine is a bit longer than most posts, and I don't want to take over this thread. ***** Chapter 10 *I think* ***** Rose sat passively in the passengers seat, watching Jonathan’s knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel harder and harder from the corner of her eye. That odd headache she seemed to always get when she was flustered was beginning again behind her eyes, and she blocked a sigh, pressing her fingers into the corners of her eyes almost brutally. What had just happened? One moment everything had been fine, Crane had actually seemed to be lightening up, which was amazing for him. The next, he was flying off the handle for a casual comment she had made about grading methods! The man seemed entirely too defensive around her, and almost…nervous? She shook her head mentally. That couldn’t be it. She had heard tell of Crane’s reputation. The man was unshakable, doggedly persisting in his cold, ruthless devotion to his field, no matter who or what stood in his way. No one frightened him.
Then why did he seem so vulnerable around her?
Again, she brushed that thought away as her imagination. She tried to think of something to say, but there didn’t seem to be anything fitting. Everything was entirely too condescending, or casual ‘coffee talk,’ and look where that had gotten her. Her mind wandered as she fingered her beloved camera, the one thing that went everywhere with her. Nestled in the bowels of the undeveloped film was a picture of this intriguing, and occasionally unnerving man. She had claimed she wanted to share it with her class, but now she suddenly began to re-think that decision. All of the students were frightened of Crane, and would undoubtedly not see the picture in any light but disdain. When she had taken the shot, she had thought of how the sun caught Jonathan’s amazing eyes, his highly defined cheekbones, the way his hair fell across his forehead…the man should have been a model, if only he were a little less of…well, a little less of a stick in the mud! Anyone who could not see the beauty of the picture and the man in it without bias didn’t deserve to see it, she decided finally.
Rose risked a glance over at Jonathan, but he was staring into the grimy streets of Gotham, concentrating on his driving as the rain beginning to fall started to making the streets more slick than usual, seemingly oblivious to her. She finally released the sigh that had been building up, but Jonathan did not seem to notice…or at least, he paid it no mind. They pulled into the staff parking lot without a word. Rose wondered if this would be the end of their very brief, odd relationship. Jonathan didn’t seem inclined to talk to her ever again at this rate. He turned the motor off, sat back for a moment, and then suddenly reached into the backseat, grabbed something, and opened his door, braving the rain and slamming the door behind him. Rose timidly reached for own car door handle, when the door was suddenly yanked wide open. She gave a little gasp, then looked up to see a slightly damp and bedraggled Crane looking down to her, an open umbrella held over the door. “It’s raining.” He murmured softly, his expression neutral, but his eyes looking slightly nervous, as if he was afraid she would refuse even this from him.
Instead, Rose smiled and climbed out of the car obligingly. “How sweet.” She said quietly, wrapping her hand around the unbrella handle, over his own, and moving close enough that the umbrella covered both of them. Crane looked away quickly and said nothing else, instead beginning to move quickly for the shelter of the buildings.
Once there, he stepped away slowly, closed the umbrella and shook it off before finally looking over at her. There was a long pause, before Jonathan ventured, “Maybe we can try again another day.” Rose smiled at him, and started to reply, but Jonathan was walking quickly away from her before she could try, as if he was afraid of the answer. Rose pulled her camera back out as fast as she could, before he disappeared, and snapped a shot of the retreating figure. Glancing at him through the camera, she reflected idly that damp, his clothes clinging to his lanky frame, disappearing into the distance he looked almost forlorn and alone…almost like a scarecrow left alone in the rain. Rose shook herself back to the present and started off for her class. ***** Crane clenched his fists briefly as he looked into the mirror. It was no good. No matter what he did, he could not make his damp clothes look respectable, and he did not have time. His class would start any minute, and he had never been late before. Now was not the time to start. He resigned himself to his appearance and began his trek down the hallway.
If you hadn’t wasted your umbrella on that slip of a girl, you wouldn’t be running late, and you would look presentable. A voice hissed in his head. A very familiar voice, but Crane couldn’t place it. Did you think your gentlemanly act would make her like you? Ha! Not a chance.
//Shut up.// Crane implored his own mind. //Just shut up. I was simply being courteous, there was no ulterior motive to my actions.// He insisted, but wondered himself if he was telling the truth.
Sure you were. The voice laughed cruelly again, the sound echoing painfully in Crane’s head. Face it Crane. No woman is ever going to like you. You’re not good enough. Not strong enough. Not yet. But you could be. You are smarter than all of them, if you only embraced your gifts, you could…
//For the last time, shut up! I will not be a slave to my own mind.// Crane insisted angrily, pushing the voice away. He was outside his classroom door now, he realized. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he pushed the door open. He didn’t even bother to look at the class, instead laying his briefcase down and striding to the chalkboard. Calmly, he wrote Identity Crisis in big white letters on the board, before turning around. “Identity crises are commonly misclassified. They do not spring from a ‘mid-life crisis,’ or other such claims. They can be caused by insanity..” The voice in his head was laughing again, and Crane grimaced, focusing on his students, who were searching madly through their books, trying to discover where Crane was. This hadn’t been on the syllabus. Crane ignored them and went on. “But they more commonly spring from obsession. A person unhappy with his current life may emulate a lifestyle or person he admires. Over time, if allowed to grow, this obsession grows into something wholly more dark…” ***** Well? Any opinions? Anyone?
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