Yep, Practicing (Open.)
Apr 4, 2013 2:16:12 GMT -5
Post by Christian Lucas on Apr 4, 2013 2:16:12 GMT -5
The drama teacher was a pretty easy going person. In acting you have to be willing to let go of insults and rudeness. Hecklers could be found anywhere. But this wasn't even rude as far as Christian was concerned. This was funny. The boy hardly looked weak, but he was not likely to be able to just start a fight with the teacher.
First of all, he was a second degree black belt in Universal Kempo, as well a varying levels (or colors) of skill in other martial arts, though he hadn't done any real work with any for a long time. Secondly, size was definitely in Christian's favor, though he'd known some rather dangerous people of shorter stature. Thirdly, no one these days wants to really start a fight. They always wait for someone else to throw the first punch so they can claim self defense.
Seeing as Lucas had no desire to throw any punches, this entire scene was bordering on too ridiculous, even for an actor. "I already apologized for spying son, no need to get aggressive," he managed to say with a straight face. Then turning to the female student, he recognized her bow and posturing as Japanese. Right before he'd started working at the school he'd been in Japan actually, so he returned her bow and gave a semi-formal apology in only slightly stunted Japanese. His accent was terrible, but with only saying a few words she probably wouldn't be able to tell his vocabulary was also rather limited.
Then he went back to English. "My name is Christian Lucas. I was backstage working on inventory when I heard you both running by. I just wanted to make sure no one was hurt or in trouble. I'm sorry if I bothered you." He had a niggling suspicion in the back of his head that the boy was missing some information, which would explain the aggressive behavior to a teacher, but Christian still wanted to know how he'd seen through his invisibility. Only three people had ever been able to do that before.
"Care to tell me your name son?" He used the term not meanly, more as a way to express that there was an age difference there. He was hardly the boy's grandfather, but he was obviously not a high school student.
First of all, he was a second degree black belt in Universal Kempo, as well a varying levels (or colors) of skill in other martial arts, though he hadn't done any real work with any for a long time. Secondly, size was definitely in Christian's favor, though he'd known some rather dangerous people of shorter stature. Thirdly, no one these days wants to really start a fight. They always wait for someone else to throw the first punch so they can claim self defense.
Seeing as Lucas had no desire to throw any punches, this entire scene was bordering on too ridiculous, even for an actor. "I already apologized for spying son, no need to get aggressive," he managed to say with a straight face. Then turning to the female student, he recognized her bow and posturing as Japanese. Right before he'd started working at the school he'd been in Japan actually, so he returned her bow and gave a semi-formal apology in only slightly stunted Japanese. His accent was terrible, but with only saying a few words she probably wouldn't be able to tell his vocabulary was also rather limited.
Then he went back to English. "My name is Christian Lucas. I was backstage working on inventory when I heard you both running by. I just wanted to make sure no one was hurt or in trouble. I'm sorry if I bothered you." He had a niggling suspicion in the back of his head that the boy was missing some information, which would explain the aggressive behavior to a teacher, but Christian still wanted to know how he'd seen through his invisibility. Only three people had ever been able to do that before.
"Care to tell me your name son?" He used the term not meanly, more as a way to express that there was an age difference there. He was hardly the boy's grandfather, but he was obviously not a high school student.
