Post by Lysander P. Dorian on Apr 8, 2011 20:55:27 GMT -6
(Teachers and school faculty only, please. <3)
The Art of Camouflage. Biology. Blending into the background, unnoticed to the untrained eye. Living organisms. Being what a person expects to see, so that you can do the unexpected at the last second, when it's too late. The five unifying principles of biology. How NOT to be as obvious as a whale. And living shit.
Lysander sighed, running his fingers through the papers he had in pile on one of the tables in the main office. He straightened out his jacket; just an ordinary cream blazer. He looked every bit like a normal teacher today, save for a layer of make-up to make his skin seem lighter and minimal foam latex around his chin and nose. And of course, a chesnut brown wig to conceal real color. Now that he thought about it, most teachers probably thought this is how he really looked.
He sat back and stared at the ceiling, his green eyes focused on a crack in one of the tiles. (Only for today. He had blue ones prepared for tomorrow.) He wondered if someone looked over the campus for any security problems, such as cracks in the ceiling that could be opened up. These damn kids were being taught how to break into places, so security better be tight.
Honestly, Lysander hated this part of the year. Any last changes to the curriculum had to be done now, before the students began filing in. He hated that part too, but at least he got to watch the ignorant terrified first years in his biology classes after their "special classes" and eager to learn something normal.
Only to find out their biology teacher teaches one of said special classes too. It was amusing to watch the panic. Lysander grinned just thinking about it.
The Art of Camouflage. Biology. Blending into the background, unnoticed to the untrained eye. Living organisms. Being what a person expects to see, so that you can do the unexpected at the last second, when it's too late. The five unifying principles of biology. How NOT to be as obvious as a whale. And living shit.
Lysander sighed, running his fingers through the papers he had in pile on one of the tables in the main office. He straightened out his jacket; just an ordinary cream blazer. He looked every bit like a normal teacher today, save for a layer of make-up to make his skin seem lighter and minimal foam latex around his chin and nose. And of course, a chesnut brown wig to conceal real color. Now that he thought about it, most teachers probably thought this is how he really looked.
He sat back and stared at the ceiling, his green eyes focused on a crack in one of the tiles. (Only for today. He had blue ones prepared for tomorrow.) He wondered if someone looked over the campus for any security problems, such as cracks in the ceiling that could be opened up. These damn kids were being taught how to break into places, so security better be tight.
Honestly, Lysander hated this part of the year. Any last changes to the curriculum had to be done now, before the students began filing in. He hated that part too, but at least he got to watch the ignorant terrified first years in his biology classes after their "special classes" and eager to learn something normal.
Only to find out their biology teacher teaches one of said special classes too. It was amusing to watch the panic. Lysander grinned just thinking about it.
