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Post by Kevin McGinnis on Jun 11, 2007 23:37:20 GMT -5
Kevin sat back in the chair, feeling his skull pounding against his temple. Jesus H. Christ, that was the last time he let Samantha mix his drinks… It had been hard enough smuggling the contraband into the school, and then she had to go and waste half of his good Vodka while mixing it with some… pumpkin juice. He’d drank it, of course, and it’d definitely gotten him a buzz, but jeez… It had been a forced, gaggy swallow.
Shaking his head before sitting up a little, resting his head in his hands. The lights were too bright, and the smell of this classroom! Gagging slightly, he closed his eyes, feeling a slight burning sensation enter the back of his throat. He drank way too much… Why did he think it would be a smart thing to do before class? Well… He’d gotten through Magical History without being caught, but that was because they were doing something absolutely unproductive.
Really, he sat in the back, giggling with a couple girls while drawing odd pictures and calling them wizard art from the biblical era. The stick figures held spears while the four legged figures with horns galloped away. His brother was the artist of the family, Kevin just had fun making silly, pointless drawings. But then when he’d gotten to Runeology after what he considered the best damn lesson he’d had in Magical History, he’d hit rock bottom.
About halfway through Runeology, he sunk even lower. It was about that time that he’d made his mind to try and sleep. Really, it was a bunch of stones. Kevin would have had more luck smashing them on someone’s head or rubbing them together to get a spark for fire than he did to concentrate on them that morning. Study hall and lunch would be afterwards, anyway, and he could sleep some more. Or throw up. Whatever happened… Maybe what he needed was to eat!
Standing up in the middle of the lesson had been a bad idea, especially with Mr. Lenfent busy at the front teaching what ever ruin was being discussed that day. Though he couldn’t see the chalkboard very well, it looked to be the letter ‘M.’ Then he’d been stopped, and after giggling and arguing and threatening the teacher, he’d been asked to stay after class. Drunk? He smelled like alcohol? After checking all his clothing for the smell, and actually unbuttoning his pants and slipping them off while falling backwards, Kevin couldn’t discern where the Runeology teacher had gotten that idea from.
Of course, perhaps it was the constant giggling that gave him away… After Kevin had wrestled back into his pants, and then having to put them on front side right, he’d been forced to sit out in the hall and wait until the end of class. And now? Now he was in trouble. They’d threatened him with his sister, at which he rolled his eyes and rested his head on his hands because the rolling of the eyes had given him a worse headache. Now his anger was building up. And it was all Leon’s fault.
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Leon de Lenfent
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Runeology Teacher
Knowledge is my weapon, and I wield it well
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Post by Leon de Lenfent on Jun 11, 2007 23:51:57 GMT -5
The day had been simple, going smoothly, and all was well in the life of Leon de Lenfent. His students were grasping all of the current concepts they were learning, and Leon felt confidant in their ability, much more so than he did last year. This was a good crop, but who would've guessed that there would be one bad apple in the bushel today?
Class had started off as usual, and his students were eager to starting learning about their next rune, the letter M. However, there was a slight distrubance in the back of the classroom. Whispers and giggles were floating up from the back, and every once and a while Leon would turn around and glare at the back, hoping to catch their attention and let them know their behavior was unacceptable, without making a scene.
However, when a table grinded fiercely with the stone floor, and heavy footsteps approached him, Leon lost it. He turned around and realized that the young man, Mr. McGinnis, had gotten to his feet and approached the board for no reason. But things only got worse.
Alcohol wafted from his open mouth, and Leon ordered him to show him his pockets. But the young boy went a step further, and before Leon knew what he was doing, he had grabbed him, thrown him into the hall, and returned to teaching, his vein throbbing in his neck.
After class had ended, Leon ordered Kevin to come back into class and take a seat. His sister would be arriving any moment, and there were going to be concequences, many concequences.
"I hope you can fathom what your behavior has cost you today," Leon said, gazing down sternly at the very intoxicated young man. "You were a fool today in class, and you embarrassed yourself and my authority. And I don't allow anyone, anyone, to get away with that." Leon said firmly, averting his gaze as a knock came from his door.
"Please, come in," he awnsered, returning his gaze to Kevin.
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Post by Kevin McGinnis on Jun 12, 2007 0:03:18 GMT -5
“I hope you can fathom what your behavior has cost you today.”
Shrugging, Kevin played with his wand under the desk, resting his forehead on the cool table. What did his behavior ever cost him? Kevin lived for a good time, thrived on pushing himself farther and farther each time. He liked seeing how close to the edge he could go until there was no return. Perhaps he could have attributed this to life and how much he disliked it.
“You were a fool today in class, and you embarrassed yourself and my authority. And I don’t allow anyone, anyone, to get away with that.”
Mouthing to himself, laughing again, Kevin shrugged again. “I don’t really… I don’t care… I don’t… Who cares what I did? I mean, I am always… I am the life… I am.” Nodding, he rubbed his head with his free hand, gripping his wand with his other. Mr. Lenfent wasn’t going to let Kevin get away with disrupting his class? That was a laugh. What could he do to him that Kevin wouldn’t have had to deal with all ready? He waved his wand at the door and heard the knock, smirking.
“Please, come in.”
Chuckling, he picked his head up a little and stared at the teacher. “I’m all ready in, Lenfent. Knock, knock! Who’s there?” Waving his wand at the door again, he heard a couple more knocks. Frowning at his wand, he shook his head. He’d only done one knock. Waving once more, he watched the door, hearing a knock, that was his… And then another one, answering it. “Banana!” Knock, knock, right? Banana who? Then it would start over again and… There was a joke behind that.
“COME IN! Just keep your voice down…” Putting his head in hands again, he sighed. “Can you turn down the flamingos, Mr. Lenfent? And get me a glass of scotch. That will help the headache.” Nodding slowly, as if he was making any sense, he thought to stand and move to the door to let the person in.
However, the first little bit of weight he put on his feet crumbled. He tried again, and nothing. What the hell was going on? Damn… his legs were like jelly. Laughing to himself, finding that entirely funny, he started to poke his leg with his wand, closing his eyes while resting his forehead on the desk. “Ninety nine bottle of beer on the… wall…”
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Post by Kaitlynn McGinnis on Jun 12, 2007 0:31:09 GMT -5
Kaitlynn walked on to SWIM’s grounds. She used to love coming onto the place where she first felt at home. It was where se learned that she was not always under her father’s thumb. Now she only hoped that her brothers tasted the same freedom. Of course, Kevin was having a little too much freedom.
Like now, she was in the middle of a rush at the shop when the owl arrived. Kyle was out with his newest inspiration. So Katie was to shut it down for the time to would take to meet with Mr. Lenfent. Katie dreaded learning what new mayhem Kevin unleashed in the poor man’s class.
Katie never fathomed the scene on the other side of the Runeology classroom door. If she did, Kevin would never make to the next sunrise. Instead she stepped up to the door. After straightening out her shirt and hair scarf, she braced herself for dealing with her brother. They were complete opposites at time in terms of emotion. Kevin was more volatile while Katie was more toward the softer ones.
Katie only hoped he kept those emotions under wraps until she got him alone. They fought badly over everything about him and her. He didn’t want her to ever date to ever be happy with a guy and she worried over him turning into a carbon copy of their father. Katie loved their father but she wasn’t to the point of forgiving him for hurting them.
Staring at the door, Katie focused on her current mission, saving Kevin or killing him. That depended on what he did. Raising her hand she knocked gently. She hoped Leon De Lenfent was as fair as he was when she had him.
“Please, come in.”
“I’m all ready in, Lenfent. Knock, knock! Who’s there? Banana!”
Katie blinked at that. Was that her brother? Hesitantly she shoved open the door and slipped in. She blinked at the sight of Kevin on the floor singing The Beer Bottle song, completely off key. Her eyes wide with shock as the stench of alcohol filled her nose. She looked to Leon for an explanation. He seemed very calm considering the circumstance. Not that she was surprise. The handsome rune teacher always looked calm. Katie tried to fight back her blush, yet it still seeped through.
“What happened? Kevin, how did you get like this?” Katie asked concerned as she walked over and knelt next to him to make sure he was all right, “Have you been drinking? You stink. Mr. de Lenfent, what happened to my brother.”
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Leon de Lenfent
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Post by Leon de Lenfent on Jun 14, 2007 21:32:46 GMT -5
“Have you been drinking? You stink. Mr. de Lenfent, what happened to my brother.”
Leon cast a look at Kevin. "Kevin, do you plan on telling your sister what has caused your current state?" he asked increduously, trying not to yell.
He had been at first, mad with the young man, but now, he was infuriated. How could Kevin had possibly thought that coming to his class drunk was acceptable, especially in such as school as S.W.I.M.?! Leon was close to administiring punishment as quickly as possible, but decided he would leave that to his Head of House and the Dean.
"Well, Ms. McGinnis," he began, turning his back to the foolish antics of his drunk student, "it appears Mr. McGinnis has decided that he would rather take my class as an intoxicated fool."
He swept to his desk, taking a seat in and offering a squishy chair to his guest. "Now Ms. McGinnis, as you certainly know from your years here," he began to say, his brow furrowed. He had had Ms. McGinnis while she was at school, and had thought she was a brilliant student. It was funny how different siblings could be.
"The antics your brother has demonstrated today have greatly disappointed me, and has damaged my opinion of him. Did you have an idea of his drinking prior to this?"
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Post by Kevin McGinnis on Jun 17, 2007 1:23:30 GMT -5
“What happened? Kevin, how did you get like this? Have you been drinking? You stink. Mr. de Lenfent, what happened to my brother.”
“Kevin, do you plan on telling your sister what has caused your current state?”
Covering his mouth, belching, he groaned and patted his belly. That was enjoyable and made him feel loads better. He heard Katie… Glancing up, he waved at her, grinning stupidly. Ah, the joys of being drunk… But he’d lost what number he was on in the Beer bottle song. Pouting slightly, he glanced at the teacher, trying to figure out if he was at eighty eight, or ninety eight…
“Do I? No… Not really. Katie! You wanna know what caused my current state?” His words were slurring together still. Laughing, he laid over on his side, watching her as he tried to stay with it. “First, we had pumpkin juice and vodka. That… that was disgusting.” Making a face, he rolled over on to his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Then I had some vodka straight… I need a new bottle.” He was more or less telling himself that, not realizing he was speaking out loud.
“Well, Ms. McGinnis… it appears Mr. McGinnis has decided that he would rather take my class as an intoxicated fool.”
Laughing, he pushed himself up, nodding in agreement. “Wow, maybe the teacher wasn’t such an idiot.” It came out and he didn’t realize he’d said it out loud. He shouldn’t have drunk that extra shot before class… When did Kevin ever say no, though? Why would he have said no? Alcohol was good for him! Kept him strong and… and happy. Leaning forward, he put his head in his hands and sighed. Happy as a kite. Or… did he just get that wrong?
“Now Ms. McGinnis, as you certainly know from your years here… The antics your brother has demonstrated today have greatly disappointed me, and has damaged my opinion of him. Did you have an idea of his drinking prior to this?”
Giggling, having slumped forward so he was resting his head on his hands and his butt was in the air, Kevin finally rolled over on to his side and yawned, burping yet again. “That felt good.” Rubbing his belly, he curled up into a little ball and started singing his song again. “Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around-”
Suddenly he wasn’t feeling good. Maybe he shouldn’t have laid down… Gagging, he rolled over, glancing for a trashcan. “I’m going-” Throwing up onto the floor, his words were lost in his gagging. He’d tried to continue talking, but more came up, and he was left, bent over, on his hands and knees, emptying his stomach of all the alcohol and food he’d had in the past few hours. Making a face, shaking his head, he was about to sit back when another wave hit him. Damn… He shouldn’t have eaten that apple.
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