Gotta Be... [Open]

[stephan]

For being a teacher, the whole Dewey Decimal System, wasn't a strong suit. Piles of books sat scattered among a table. Most of them History books, but still a great deal of odd ones. Gifted Figures of History , The Good, The Bad, and The Gifted , War of the Gifted--books that most people hadn't looked at except for a History project or whatnot. A red leather journal scribbled with notes sat opened at the hands of Professor Stephan Crane. Black rings were starting to circle his eyes from the sheer amount of stress that was building up. He'd been in there a good portion of his afternoon after all his Defense Classes, and still was lost.

"How do kids these days do this?! I can't even find information about one guy! The internet is too open and this damned library doesn't want to talk about Charles Parker!" he thought, grinding his teeth together. With a sigh, he tried to collect himself once more, only to lay his head on the table in clear dismay. "Information is all I'm asking for!" he thought bitterly.

Stephan lazily sat back up and grabbed his red leather journal, flipping through the pages. Notes about the AX1, World Leaders, certain Gifted he had his eye on in the school--everything but the one man he truly wanted to know about.

With a shake of his head, he rubbed his temples, setting the journal back onto the table. His eyes searched over the books he had out, then at the aisles of books still yet to be untouched. He needed help of some sort. "I could Persuade one of the kids to help... But then again, I could just ask them and hope they say yes and if they don't Persuade them. Well, it's a win win." He chuckled a little to himself, shaking his head once more.

[jeannette]

All strawberries and sundresses, a skilled woman could make even the darkest and dampest of rooms glow. Professor Jeannette Page was the herald of all examples of this. What would have normally been a horribly depressing place to sit around in for hours seemed to change dramatically as she walked in, made a few inches taller with her green stillettos, Jeannette was straying from her normal affinity for the colour red. Still, everyone knew that her red hair would have complemented green with a passion unrivaled, so nothing was lost. Still, her lips were like the skin of a perfect red apple, to be overzealous about it. Her classes had not yet started, and she was still new to the grounds. While books were not generally her thing, as they made the woman think of deforestation and that generally put her in a bad mood, she was told that she could have found a book on the history of the gifted in the world and she always was a curious little kitten.

So, after stalking down the correct aisle among tens of them and finding that the book she wanted was missing from the shelf, she spied around the room. Normally she would have consulted the librarian but the woman seemed very into a book on law that covered half of her face, it seemed. Additionally, Jeannette knew that she needed to meet some people. After making several circles around the few people in the room, she was pleased to see that she was able to spy her desired read. Gifted Figures of History lay among quite the interesting selection of books on a table. She had seen the man before. Taken note of him she did - who could blame hormones? Ruffling her hair to increase her volume, she approached him from behind.

"Professor Stephan Crane?" She spoke softly. Normally her voice held a sharp, energetic tone. To hear it in something less than that was a rarity. "I am a new teacher here, so you probably do not know me, but I am Jeannette Page." It was modest of her to introduce herself as anything other than a professor, but she hoped to walk away with her book, and fliltering innocently could end nicely in more than one way. "I see that you have been reading about the Gifted people in our history? I am also interested in the subject. I know a little bit, of course, but not everything that can be learned. I came in to actually check that out." She gave him a toothless smile, as teeth were not her thing, and gestured at the book. "I would almost wonder why someone would need to have such strange books at this table." she bent down to get onto his level, and placed her hands on the end of the table furthest away from him. It wouldn't hurt to be sexy, but a whore? No. She was still a woman of business. Planty business. "But, you are a history teacher, so it all makes sense." She laughed at her own misconception. She did not understand one small aspect, but did not bring it up. Why would he need to take notes on something he is supposed to be something of an expert on?