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Post by Phraxius on Aug 16, 2008 15:00:34 GMT -5
"I am hoping to teach at the local high school, yes. I'll have to get my old suit out." Phrax chuckled at the thing, one of the few things in his wardrobe that was younger then 20 years.
"Just drop me off on the edge of the Residential Area, it's not far from there."
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Post by Mike Newton on Aug 18, 2008 5:29:56 GMT -5
"Cool that's where I go," Mike said with a smile as Phrax mentioned that he was looking to work at Forks High School.
"It's small or whatever but just baout everything here is but it's still good," Mike continued on feeling the need to apologize almost for their small town and school not really entirely sure Phrax had come from but he was too out of the norm to be a Forks native per say.
"Of course I'm not gonna drop you off on the edge of town I can take you to where you live! I mean you didn't only almost fix my car you fixed the whole thing I completely owe you," Mike said with a smile as he merged the car back on to the road and drove towards the residential area of town.
Darkness had completely fallen now and Mike kept his eyes glued to the road in front of him to avoid any accidents or anything of that sort.
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Post by Phraxius on Aug 18, 2008 5:35:12 GMT -5
Phrax chuckled at the kid. He hadn't met many kids in this part of the US that were genuinely grateful. "Ok, drop me off at 16th Street." He gave his street number, an OK neighbourhood with decent houses that wasn't far.
He felt a need to get to know the lad, and most of all, his High School. Old instincts of too long spent information gathering during the early 1800s. "So, what brings you driving home these late at night anyway?"
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Post by Mike Newton on Aug 18, 2008 5:42:18 GMT -5
"Good stuff," Mike replied with a pleased smile as Phrax gave in and gave him his street number. He really owed the guy and he wouldn't have felt good about just dropping the dude off in the middle of the road at night. Not as if it wasn't that he thought the guy could take care of himself he just didn't feel right about it.
"Me? Oh well I had football after school and then I was trying to get the rest of my spanish class project done but only half of our group was there so it was a major pain in the ass but we completely got it done," Mike said with an accomplished smile.
"But by that time it was already super late so that was why I was going home late. Of course I didn't plan the whole side of the road thing that was a total change of plans," Mike said frowning slightly as he had originally thought he would have stopped by to see Bella on the way home since it hadn't been too late but the busted car had put a damper on that plan but he had gotten an ace hand just the same since phrax was the most interesting person he had spoken to in ages.
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Post by Phraxius on Aug 18, 2008 5:52:38 GMT -5
Phrax held back from analysing the kid's scent. His moral etiquette didn't allow it in these kinds of situations. He had developed his own rules over the years - things that had kept him out of trouble. "Spanish? Why Spanish? I always found it abit too spicy a language." He said, as they just passed into the residential area. Phrax brought himself to look at himself and brush off a few bits of dried oil and dirt. Before the kid could answer he quickly asked another question that sprung into his head like a jack rabbit. "Is there a vacancy for History? Any teachers left?"
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Post by Mike Newton on Aug 18, 2008 6:15:03 GMT -5
Mike shrugged slightly as Phrax asked why spanish, he wished he could ask the same thing but it was a requirement.
"They make us take a language and sicne I pretty much suck at any besides english I took the one which seemed the most popular well besides french. That way we ahve bigger study group and prject groups and stuff," Mike said with a smile as the car drove into the residential area of Forks.
"History teachers? Probably I mean Forks isn't really the teaching capital of the world," Mike said with a small laugh.
"So they are always looking for teachers and stuff you should totally go and look into it. I like the school I know a lot of people don't who move here at first but I've been here my whole life so it's just as good as anywhere else," Mike replied with a shrug rather content with his situation.
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Post by Phraxius on Aug 18, 2008 15:01:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, I was here a while back. Only place that stood out from the usual quiet Washington towns." Phrax said, taking a hunting knife out of his pocket and a small stone. With the kid's scared glance, he hastily explained "Don't worry. Old habits." He began sharpening the blade with a practiced eye. Impurities seemed to glower at them from the warm steel of his knife. He personally made and balanced them.
"I'll probably apply for the position of History Teacher. I've got a degree from Durham University in England. It's fairly good." He tested the edge of the blade with the tip of his finger, the metal drawing blood.
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Post by Mike Newton on Aug 18, 2008 15:45:19 GMT -5
Mike listened intently to the guy as he drove down towards the area he had been instructed that Phrax lived at. He could feel his eyes grew wide with concern as out of the corner of his eye he saw the guy pull out a rather sharp and menacing looking hunting knife.
He couldn’t help but allow his thoughts to immediately venture down the road which left him bleeding to death on the side of the road.
“Is it really safe to sharpen a knife in a car? What if I hit something or something…not that I usually make a habit of hitting things or anything like that…just wondering,” Mike said trying to keep the slight worry out of his voice even after the guy had passed it off as an old habit.
“That would be neat,” Mike responded in regards to the guy being a teacher at the school.
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Post by Phraxius on Aug 20, 2008 12:46:02 GMT -5
Phrax chuckled at Mike's hesitation. "I didn't let go off this knife in the Falklands. I doubt I'll let go of it in the case of a little crash. Don't worry, I'll put it away, just in case." He slid the knife back into it's sheath, and glanced at the kid. "So, kid, what's your own name?"
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Post by Mike Newton on Aug 21, 2008 12:14:53 GMT -5
Mike looked at the man curiously for a moment not having a clue what he was talking about.
“In the where?” Mike asked turning his eyes back on to the road as Phrax put the knife away.
“My name?” Mike said trying to remember if he had already said it or not.
“Mike Newton,” he said with a smile as he glanced back over to the guy before looking back to the road.
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Post by Phraxius on Aug 22, 2008 14:45:39 GMT -5
"Falklands War." Phrax said, before turning to look out of the window, something dark popping in and out of his eyes in a flash of anger. Nothing needed to be said.
It was then that they turned up onto Phrax's street. His house was reasonably built, and sparse. There was a battered Ford Focus sitting in the driveway.
"Anyway, thanks kid." He opened the door and began to get out.
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Post by Mike Newton on Aug 26, 2008 7:30:02 GMT -5
Mike frowned slightly confused as it seemed like he hit a nerve with Phrax, he wasn't exactly sure why or what had happened but he knew better then to push the obviously touchy subject with the man any further.
"Sorry didn't mean to offend you or anything was just wondering," Mike replied his low rather hesititant as they finally pulled up to the house.
"Thanks for all the help! I seriously still owe you one!" Mike replied with a smile as Phrax began to exit the car.
"Good luck with the teaching job too!"
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