Post by Andrew Beaumont Christie on Jul 16, 2013 0:41:58 GMT -5
Andrew was getting his classroom set up for the next night, which usually included writing everything on the board beforehand, because he was too lazy to get up early enough the next night to change it. He loved his sleep, and he usually couldn't get to sleep that quickly when the sun came up so he would either read or write chapters from his novel that he was working on but usually he read because, even though he was a creative writing professor, he really had the worst case of writer's block anybody could experience. But that's why he always carried around a blue moleskin notebook and a silver fountain pen that wrote in blue ink, because sometimes you never know when inspiration might hit you.
So once his classroom was ready for the next day (with a note to the janitors that said to not erase the boards but they knew that already) he locked it up and walked out of the classroom and down the hall, whistling a tune that sounded like "God Bless America" but it was "God Save the Queen" because he was from Scotland and it was a part of Great Britain during the time he was born, so really he was quite a fan of the British Monarchy. Okay not that big of a fan since he was Scottish but his one and only true love, Georgia (He'd have to start finding her soon) was a part of the British Monarchy even if her records were gone. Maybe they didn't destroy the records, maybe they were just in storage.
His musings took him to the courtyard, where he sat himself under a nice big oak tree and just started at the sky, watching the colors change from dark blue to purple and orange. He smiled and listened to the sounds of nature for a bit before his muse struck him again and he pulled his notebook from the inside of his jacket and grabbed his pen, putting the cap on the end before turning to where he last left off and started writing again.
He sat there for about half an hour, just writing his novel. He set Georgia as his main character, he did change a few things, like her name and age, but most of what was left was still her. It was a mystery novel, of course, about a woman who recently lost her husband in World War II. She solved crimes with her partner, a former Chicago cop, but the Cop got the credit because women weren't seen as cops and detectives in that time period. The Georgia based character didn't mind, because it would cause too much of a headache to deal with the criticism of the police and she didn't want the credit. Also being a vampire in a human dominated society didn't seem like a good idea to oust herself.
He might edit it a bit later and change it so she was the one getting credit, but that would be later when the book was done. It wouldn't change too much dialogue in the story. He hoped. It also probably wouldn't get to be published for Pro-Human leanings, but he didn't care much. He just wrote to write, and the plot mentioned earlier would probably be scrapped. The mystery wasn’t even fully formed yet, which wasn’t good if he was writing a murder novel, but he would figure it out soon enough. Maybe he’d hold a contest with his class to see if they can create a creative and believable murder.
Or he would just ask Bean.
Speaking of Bean, he smiled as he saw her walk across the courtyard. He quickly capped his pen and blew on the wet ink before placing the book and pen back in his coat pocket. “Bean! Wait up!” He called out to her, sounding much like the children he taught, and he jogged over to his boss/best friend. He loved chatting with Bean about literature, she was one of his closest friends on campus and he enjoyed her company. Some students may have thought they were dating at one point but they were just that close. “Hello Bean!” he smiled at her, his smile wide and joyful. He knew that Bean loved it when people were happy around her and he always tried to keep his emotions happy and fun around her. His ability was the ability to turn off others powers, but Bean’s ability was fantastic in his mind. He thought every ability was fantastic, the idea that vampires could develop these powers and not humans was an interesting scientific study.
But he wasn’t a scientist.
“How are you feeling, Bean? Lately you’ve been a bit…Blergh.” He told her, making a funny face while shuddering as he said blergh. He was worried for his friend, as vampires tended to be a lot healthier than humans and live infinitely longer, he didn’t want to hear that his friend was sick. That would upset him.
So once his classroom was ready for the next day (with a note to the janitors that said to not erase the boards but they knew that already) he locked it up and walked out of the classroom and down the hall, whistling a tune that sounded like "God Bless America" but it was "God Save the Queen" because he was from Scotland and it was a part of Great Britain during the time he was born, so really he was quite a fan of the British Monarchy. Okay not that big of a fan since he was Scottish but his one and only true love, Georgia (He'd have to start finding her soon) was a part of the British Monarchy even if her records were gone. Maybe they didn't destroy the records, maybe they were just in storage.
His musings took him to the courtyard, where he sat himself under a nice big oak tree and just started at the sky, watching the colors change from dark blue to purple and orange. He smiled and listened to the sounds of nature for a bit before his muse struck him again and he pulled his notebook from the inside of his jacket and grabbed his pen, putting the cap on the end before turning to where he last left off and started writing again.
He sat there for about half an hour, just writing his novel. He set Georgia as his main character, he did change a few things, like her name and age, but most of what was left was still her. It was a mystery novel, of course, about a woman who recently lost her husband in World War II. She solved crimes with her partner, a former Chicago cop, but the Cop got the credit because women weren't seen as cops and detectives in that time period. The Georgia based character didn't mind, because it would cause too much of a headache to deal with the criticism of the police and she didn't want the credit. Also being a vampire in a human dominated society didn't seem like a good idea to oust herself.
He might edit it a bit later and change it so she was the one getting credit, but that would be later when the book was done. It wouldn't change too much dialogue in the story. He hoped. It also probably wouldn't get to be published for Pro-Human leanings, but he didn't care much. He just wrote to write, and the plot mentioned earlier would probably be scrapped. The mystery wasn’t even fully formed yet, which wasn’t good if he was writing a murder novel, but he would figure it out soon enough. Maybe he’d hold a contest with his class to see if they can create a creative and believable murder.
Or he would just ask Bean.
Speaking of Bean, he smiled as he saw her walk across the courtyard. He quickly capped his pen and blew on the wet ink before placing the book and pen back in his coat pocket. “Bean! Wait up!” He called out to her, sounding much like the children he taught, and he jogged over to his boss/best friend. He loved chatting with Bean about literature, she was one of his closest friends on campus and he enjoyed her company. Some students may have thought they were dating at one point but they were just that close. “Hello Bean!” he smiled at her, his smile wide and joyful. He knew that Bean loved it when people were happy around her and he always tried to keep his emotions happy and fun around her. His ability was the ability to turn off others powers, but Bean’s ability was fantastic in his mind. He thought every ability was fantastic, the idea that vampires could develop these powers and not humans was an interesting scientific study.
But he wasn’t a scientist.
“How are you feeling, Bean? Lately you’ve been a bit…Blergh.” He told her, making a funny face while shuddering as he said blergh. He was worried for his friend, as vampires tended to be a lot healthier than humans and live infinitely longer, he didn’t want to hear that his friend was sick. That would upset him.
