[AU] -writes his name down on the board then faces the class and clears his throat- G'mornin' class. M' Professor McKinley, English teacher.
-puts up hand-
-Raises an eyebrow, sitting in the front of the class, attentive as always-
Yes, you back there, th' one with th' hand raised. Wha's yer name an' question, lad?
-chews on a bubblegum, looks at-
guten tag sir my name is Roderich and I vas vondering if Vash and I can be excused? we have an.....audition
-fummbles with violin case-
-Scoffs a bit- A bunch of lazy prats is what they are. -Mumbles to himself-
-raises an eyebrow at the two of them, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before she raises her hand as well-
Vash?.. Ah... Hm. Wull ah don' see why no'. Good luck in yer, uh, audition? -scratches the back of his head, new at this-
-chucks a crumpled ball of paper at England-
pfft -clams down quickly-
-Catches the crumpled ball-
-nervous cough- Uh, settle down class! Uhm, yes, you young lass. Yer name an' question. -fiddles with his fingers-
-gets up- ah danke! -grabs Vash- lets go!
-Frowns and glances over at Vash-
-whispers- see ya idiot
-stands up and looks at- My name is Eliza, and I was wondering what you said just now - was it all in Irish~?
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-Just puts the paperball away for now...glances up at him at the mention of Irish-
Sir, I thought you're English? -raises an eyebrow at-
-stammers and goes red, shakes his head- No! Ah wus speakin' English! Dia, m' accen' isn' tha' hard t' understan', Eliza!
.... was that English you just spoke, sir?
I don't understand what you're saying, Sir...
....I hardly see why you're teaching an English class when you can hardly enunciate the words correctly, sir.
... Y...es... -going redder, struggling to clear his accent-
-blinks- Are you sure you weren't supposed to be teaching Irish class, sir?
-chews more on gum, fiddles with a lock of her hair-
W-Wull ah don' exactly have this job pemanen'ly... M' jus' in trainin'..
...And for the better.
You'll definitely need a lot of training. -Seems bored and a bit irritated- When will we get an English teacher who can actually deliver
An' yes, Ms. Eliza. Ah.. Don' think 'nyone would like t' learn Irish in this school..... -sigh-
the splendour of English literature?
-eye twitch, slams his book down- Hush, lad! M' doin' m' bes'. If yeh wanna complain, write ih down. On an essay. Minimum 6000 characters.-
... Sir, I still really don't understand what you're saying. -pouts- You should have been English English to teach English, not Irish~
T' be submitted t'morrow!
... -whines loudly- Awwh, Sir! Just the first day and you're giving us a ridiculous long essay assignment to be sent tomorrow!?
-Smirks a bit- Certainly, Mr McKinley.
-takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair- ... This s' gonna be a long semester...
-Raises hand-
Yes.... lad.....? -sounds exasperated-
What book will we be starting off on for the year?
-giggles- Must be something like "How to Understand Irish"
Oh! Ah wus thinkin' we read on th' many proses of Europe, startin' from Russian literature an' hopefully we reach Shakespeare
.... Ah'm sooo gonna get fired 'fter a semester..
... -blinks at- Sir, how can you understand all that when you're not English?
Hm...fair enough.
-Seems content with at least Shakespeare-
... Okay then ah'll give a sample to yeh Eliza. -clears throat, replacing his accent with an American one- Is this Clear enough?
(outside door) is mein hair messy?
not to me -knocks on door-
ah guten, -straightens glasses- stop blushing!
...-Frowns- Already have one too many Americans in this school. -Though it was better-
.... -looks at him before burst out laughing so hard her eyes welled up tears- S-Sir, stop! You're too funny!
I think we entered the wrong class...-takes seat-
-looks at the door, quickly slipping back to his old accent- S'at you Vash, Roderich? Come back in lads.
...-Looks over at them- ...-Sighs-
danke -takes seat...very slowly-
........ -sits on hisdesk and covers his face with his hands- F...ree time then, there's nothin' more fer t'day... -OTL-
-passes note to Roderich-
-Pulls out his laptop so he can begin writing the essay-
-nods at Vash and hands note back with more writing on it-
-takes out a notebook and begins to doodle stuff out of boredom, wonders if she should ask more questions to the new tutor-
-Is easily able to type out the essay. Has quite a bit to complain about!-
-goes behind his desk and brings out a notebook, writes down his lesson plan-
-passes notes to Austria, but makes a special note about death for England, and chucks at his head-
-gets note and starts writing in musical notes, passes back-
-looks up and yells- Vash! Stop tha' righ now.
....-Sighs and huffs, turning around to face the both of them- Bloody hell! Stop chucking paper around, you immature prats!
-turns to look at Arthur, before poking him with the edge of her pencil and shows him her doodle of Arthur and Quinn in a rather
in explicable, uncensored manner-
Can't you just sit next to each other and exchange notes like that instead of acting like primary school students!?
-stops and looks at with eyes wide- ...
....-Frowns- ...Thank you Miss Elizaveta...for...showing that drawing...but...I really have to return to my essay.
OH GOD why would I pass notes with that idiot!?
YOUR ONE TO TALK! I dont pass notes I make musical notes
-glares at Roderich and Vash- The both of you better shut up or I will make sure your necks will be gladly wrangled by the headmaster.
Vash, show me th' note.
pfft like to see you try -glares-
-Just sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Complains about the students in the class also-
-just sits there looking at a half finished "musical" note-
-stands up with an annoyed look on her face, grips onto her frying pan she managed to slip out of her bag- ... you two...
AHHH IM SORRY. tut mir lied!
-considers resignation, weighing the pros and cons to being jobless-....
...Can that be considered as an weapon on school grounds? -Mutters mostly to himself-
-stands up- you got to be kidding!? dot do this!
-stands and takes the note being passed, opening it and reading it, defenestrates it- Notes 'ave no place in m' class.
ah shit
Uhm, miss Eliza wus ih?
-buries face in habds-
-smiles and sits back down with a sigh, stuffs her pan back into her bag and continues with her doodles, mumbles- I like this one, he's a
-Seeming to reconsider a few things-
keepe- -looks at- Y-yes, sir?
Ah yeh understan' me 'fter all! -grins- 'Nyway, ah wan' you t' write me a story t' tell me more about Roderich an' Vash.. Submit t'morrow.
VAS!? thats discrimination! und privicy matters! you cant do that!
-snaps pencil in half-
It's certainly his business after you decided to claim that you both have to skip out on his class for auditions.
After all, auditions would not be held during class hours.
Hmm? Ah... -blinks- Want me to store Roderich and Vash? Where...? and sure, I'll store them in somewhere by tomorrow! -innocent smile-
Then would you two like t' write ih yerselves? You two 'ave assignmen's too. Roderich, yer topic is "What is music", firs' person prose.
.....no
-pales-
Vash, yer topic wull be a research paper on th' firs' gun, properly cited sources an' in third person. Is tha' clear?
vell if its based on music thats easy!
sooooo...rewrite Halo?
... -sigh- You there, Arthur righ'? Jus'... Explain ih t' Eliza, since m' so butcherin' th' English tha' yeh speak.
I apologise sir but I can hardly understand you myself.
... Whatev'r yeh think s' real, Vash...
...And I recommend that you switch their topics around. Prove to be a bit of a challenge. Isn't that the point of school?
-Referring to Vash and Roderich-
umm...what?
nein dont do that! I dont like guns nor do I vhat to know about them!
It's always a good time to do some research. Explore a subject you know nothing about.
.... -blinks more, just remains quiet and fidgets with her fingers- Umm....
dont worry Roderich -whistpers- I'll write it if you need me too
Wull firs' ah would like t' see all yer current stand in writin'. Give 'em their strength, then ah'll give 'em their weakness.
Tsk. I suppose so.
.....-angry look-
S'there somethin' yeh need t' say, Eliza?
... -giggles- I find you adorable, Sir! -innocent smile- With your strange accent and all...
....
-suddenly pisses off mumbles in german-
-blushstammer, losing composure- Sfdhdf Th-thank yeh? ;;;
-very happy and at peace with the world at this piont in time-
-nods- Your welcome! -giggles and resumes back to doing her doodling-
-doesn't handle being teased or complimenta very well asdfgh-
-writes note using musical notes, passes to roderich-
-looks at, continues to smile before quietly taking out her cellphone and immediately takes picture of the blushing Irish tutor-
-bell rings, blinks- Righ'. C-class ov'r. Enjoy th' rest of yer day... -goes back to his desk, continues to write in his notebook-
-writes musical notes, passes-
...-Sighs and soon stands up, more than glad to get out of class-
-quickly leaves-
-followes-
-the last one to leave, just calmly packs her stuff because free period is extremely boring and sighs to herself-
-lays his head down on the desk an heaves a sigh-
-looks at, tilts her head lightly- ... you all right, sir?
-looks up, surprised- Oh ah thought yeh'd dashed out like ev'ryone else. Mm, fine, thank yeh Eliza. -small smile, lays his head back down-
-shakes head- Nope, unlike everyone else, I don't have much to do. -stands up and walks towards while she carries her bag- ... Sir, you're
really a strange man. -leans closer- What's with that red hair...?
-looks back up, exasperated- Ih's in m' genes, ask yer science teacher. Ah get ih, m' no' exactly th' bes' lookin' er m' I a great teacher..
... No no, I didn't say you're not the best looking... -reaches and touches one of his locks, looks at curiously as she bends forward- It's
really... interesting... and it takes me time to get used to your accent... are all Irish men just like you? -giggles- I've learned about
them somehow...
Naw not all Irish men er like me, some er bett'r, others er worst. M' jus' plain ol' Mr. Quinn McKinley. -rolls his eyes-
-giggles softly- I don't think you're plain or old... -smiles, pats head gently- You'll get used to being a teacher, trust me... Not
everything's easy, right? -giggles- See you, then! -quickly turns and walks out of the room-
... Nicest kid ah've met so far. -slight smile, goes back to writing in his notebook-
(Excuse me I'm the nicest kid.)
(I TAKE OFFENCE.)
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(I WROTE A GOOD AMOUNT OF IT)
(I'M RESPONSIBLE.)
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