Your Geek is Showing *Christian*

[Eveangel Stonefeather]

The tired history teacher put her hands over her head. A nice stretch felt so good after a day like she just had. Most of her students had yet to turn in the paper about the sixteenth century. It wasn't that hard to find something to write one paper about. They got to choose, anything you wanted to write about. So many students were so... It wasn't nice to talk bad, well think bad about her students. They were only teenagers and she had been like them once...and only once. The thirty one year old woman went straight to the coffee pot. It was disgusting, ranging from black coffee to just plain sludge, but it was tradition. She poured the coffee into her favorite black coffee mug, it actually poured instead of slopped.

Her messenger bag swung around her shoulder. The heavy teacher's addition of the history book slammed into her thigh. Absently, she rubbed the spot until it was a dull murmur of pain and turned to scan the teacher's lounge for anyone she knew. Familiar faces buzzed into her brain, but none stood out. A couple of the staff members were in corner tables, speaking quietly, probably discussing problem kids. Her gaze passed over a man with dark, mid-length curly hair twice before her eyes actually caught the title of the book. Paganism; An Introduction to Earth-Centered Religion. She slightly recongized the man behind the cover, but couldn't fit a name to his face.

Eve set her book down and opened it up to the last assignment she had given her class. She pulled her hair back into a low, hanging ponytail. "Interesting book choice," she said, flipping a page of the book. The history teacher had already read the book a thousand times.

[Christian Lucas]

Christian had originally been reading in his office but he just could not seem to get comfortable with the book. He tried different ways to sit on the chair, he even laid down on the floor at one point. But for some reason he could not find any way to let him focus on the book. Finally he had given up and walk. He kept looking for a new place before settling on a chair in the staff lounge.

The chair was comfortable, but most importantly he could finally focus on the book. Paganism; An Introduction to Earth-Centered Religion was not his normal choice of a read, but he had decided to work on a paper about what sort of things had led to the Greeks understanding of art and performance. So he went to before their history.

It was interesting to see what kind of an effect Wiccan rituals had on the performing arts so long ago, and to see how that translated onto the stage performances nowadays. Even some of the superstitions seemed to have originated from them. That being said, the book was beginning to make his eyelids droop. It was hardly the most interesting book he had read, even if it had some interesting highlights.

When he was almost done for the time being, a woman came over and commented on it. She flipped a page and Christian wasn't sure how to react. "Uh... Yes. I'm reading about the effects that pagan rituals and ceremonies have had on the performing arts as a whole throughout history. I'm about done with this thing though, it just keeps going back to naked full moon sacrifices."

He looked the woman over and decided that while she wasn't exactly his preference she was attractive. "I'm Christian Lucas. Drama teacher here. I don't think I've met you." He reached his hand out and offered it for a shake.

[Eveangel Stonefeather]

Eve raised an eyebrow at him. She shook his hand. "I'm the ancient history teacher. My name is Evenangel Stonefeather." Had she remembered to tell her students that the paper was due in a week? Oh she could tell them tomorrow. Eve was never one afraid of conformation or asking a guy out. She wasn't afraid of making a fool of herself (though that happened plenty of times during high school). The fact that she flipped the page was to get his attention and it worked.

Because of her age and the way she dressed, many people thought she was mentally ill or stuck in her teenage years. That wasn't so. She just enjoyed wearing all black and getting the hushed whispers behind her back. It gave people something to talk about, mostly not good things, but it was better than the people terrorizing some other girl who couldn't stand up for herself.

Drama was always fascinating. She sometimes enjoyed musicals and going to plays, but it had to be morbid. Shakespeare always worked for her, though she couldn't understand a word he wrote in his plays, she understood the violence and murder. "You must have a lot of interesting characters in your class then Mr. Lucas," Eve said sitting back and folding her hands in her lap.