n1kk16 (n1kk16) wrote in mcdermott_game, @ 2009-09-15 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie, charlie/jacoby, jacoby |
Who: Jacoby and Charlie
What: Greetings from the Past!
When: Noon Today
Where: Teacher's Lounge
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for safety
Jacoby was sitting down for lunch in the teachers lounge. Tuna on rye with extra mayo and pickles, kettle cooked jalapeno chips, and a thermos of tea. Simple, but very filling for him. Of course the bread slices were huge and the tuna was just loaded on there, not to mention the super saver bag of chips. OK so it was slightly more complicated that just plain simple, but it would do. Having taken off his blazer to reduce risk of getting yellowish tuna goop on his black clothing, he'd rolled up his crisp white sleeves and placed a under his lunch and leaned over the table to avoid drippings. It was quiet and kind of lonely in the lounge as he finished up his sandwich, Jacoby slowly working on his chips and tea.
The older students were used to him by now. When they saw the red coat and the shiny black boots they merely swept their eyes to other more interesting things. Younger students or new transfers, however, took to staring in such a way that Charlie had to walk with his head held high and his shoulders back so he looked even more so like a British general than before. Sometimes he'd stop in front of a group of gawkers and make small talk completely in character just because. At times it made for good entertainment, and sometimes it made recruiting students to his classes easier. Who wouldn't want to get into the class with the teacher who dressed up like a pirate one day and an astronaut the next?
All of the teachers were used to him too, except the new ones and it just so happened that when he decided to take his lunch in the teacher's lounge there was only one fellow there and he was, as it were, a fresh face indeed. Charlie swept his giant, tri-cornered hat off the top of his head and settled at the same table as the other. He was very carefully unwrapping a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"'Lo. Quite a day out, eh?"
Jacoby quirked an eyebrow and stared at the other man for a moment in mid chip before he shook his head chuckling. "Not too bad. How about yourself Cornwallis?" It was indeed a sight and Jacoby was trying to keep himself from falling out of his chair and laughing like an idiot. Granted he only remembered so much history from his own high school days, he did remember a bit about the Revolutionary war. He'd received a few looks when he started here from his full sleeve tattoos and multiple piercings in his ears, but this guy. . . He had 'LOOK AT ME!' written all over him. "Let me guess, you're a history teacher?" Popping the chip into his mouth before chewing for a moment as the peppers did their warming trick.
Charlie had taken a bite of his sandwich as the other began talking. He chewed as he considered a proper answer and let his eyes roam over the man. He was an odd bird. A music teacher? A new music teacher? No, an art teacher! Well they were all a kind of art teacher, weren't they? Charlie swallowed and smiled pleasantly. "William Howe, actually, but close enough, mate!"
He nodded. "I'm excellent, and yes, history but also dramatic literature. What of you? You look unfamiliar!"
"Jacoby Holland, creative writing teacher," he grinned before popping another chip into his mouth. "Chip? Jalapeno Kettle Cooked," he offered, leaning over and offering the open bag to the younger man. "So what do you do when you're not fighting the traitors?" Taking a drink of he tea, he chuckled looking over at the hat. it was a little flamboyant for his taste. He was more laid back, but once he got teaching he could be heard across campus. He liked to keep things light as possible, even when discussing depressing topics such as Edger Allen Poe, not one of his favorites as so many of his students seem to think.
"No thanks, wouldn't taste right with the peanut butter," another bite, chewed, swallowed and then Charlie placed the hat back on his head because he didn't quite trust where it was resting on the table. His ears poked out a bit under the hat and when she shifted in his seat the sword at his hip clinked against the chair.
"Charlie Hearst, and when I'm not rounding up the colonists I'm... hopping into another century for the next lesson plan. It helps keep their attention, SAY!" He leaned forward a bit and grinned. The big issue with Natalie, the other creative writing professor, still stung a bit for Charlie but he enjoyed every minute of saying the following: "Have you met your creative writing colleague, Natalie? My ex-wife, actually."
Jacoby blinked for a moment. "Um, not that I can recall. I've only met a few people outside my students really. Why is there something I should know?" Last thing he wanted was to get caught up in a rivalry between two exes. He'd gone through his own divorce and it was bad enough, granted and unfortunately under the circumstances there was no children involved, it was still bad. "Should I be worried about sabotage or being invaded or accused of witch craft?" The last one had happened at his old school, but it was from one of the less saner teachers that was nearly a hundred years old and a great-great-grandmother. Something about his tattoos and she had caught sight of his nipple piercing one day at the college's pool when he decided to take a dip on a particularly hot day.
Charlie laughed, a barking laugh, one that was just a bit over the top. "Ha ha HA! No need to worry! We were only married a week, really, funny how it all happened, actually.. we were in Vegas and.." he paused. Charlie's mouth was moving faster than his head. Now, would Natalie really want everyone to know their little Vegas story? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? He grinned and sighed.
"Never mind. So, how do you like your classes so far? Cheeky, aren't they! This school is full of know it alls!"
"Oh boy is that true," Jacoby nodded. "I've had several ask me how I got into 'a school of this prestige looking like a relic cast off the 80's band wagon' to quote one lovely girl that I'd like to do very unkind things to in a non-sexual nature of course. I have a few good ones and then the ones that make themselves known, but not in the 'I'm here! Look at me!' kind of way. Just sort of gliding by with the rest in the background. OK I have to do this, can you just like pose or something?" He cracked up getting his phone out. "I gotta take a picture of you, it's just too much."
"They're a wild bunch. Mouthy, think they're God's gift to art and have no idea how difficult it is to make it in this world with just an artistic skill under their belts. Hm? Sure!" Charlie stood up and grabbed his sandwich too. He posed a couple different ways, ones without the sandwich, ones with and even a couple with his sword out and his eyebrow cocked. "Good, yeah?"
"Oh yeah, my buddies back in Salem will get a kick out of this. At my old college I was told I was the most outrageous teacher there, concerning teaching methods. I gotta hand the torch to you on this one. I have been one uped," Jacoby grinned sending it to his buddies back home. "I gotta think of something awesome to do for my classes now. Of course this could get dangerous with the both of us competing. One day it's English colonels from the Revolutionary war and the next it's me taking my class out into the woods and getting snatched by witches in the hills." He had been handed a short story once along those lines, of course it was a cross over of 'The Blair Witch Project' and a few poets that had decided to stay in the woods to write about the woods. Interesting read none the less.
It was a competition now! Charlie liked the idea of that! A friendly competition was perhaps what the teachers needed... okay, so it was what he needed. Some days Charlie did not want to go through the trouble of dressing up like some madman just to have students stare blankly at him through what he considered an exciting lecture. However, doing it to one up his new colleague and friend? He was down with that. He grinned. "You're on, old man! Though you must realize... I am first and foremost a thespian and we thespians have a way of making larger than life productions of ourselves. Are you really up for the challenge?"
Jacoby grinned. "You bet your buttons Charlie Horse," he held out his hand to shake. "Let's make this a bit more interesting. How about we put a friendly wager on it?" The grin widened on the older man. "Teacher with most student attendance through out the semester has to wash the other's car?" It seemed fair and less likely to get sticky. Of course Jacoby's first idea had been the loser would streak through the schools courtyard, but that would result in possible firing. He didn't want that on either of them. Yep, car wash was the safest bet.
Charlie Horse? He chuckled. "You're on." He leaned forward to shake his hand while shoving the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. With the sticky peanut butter coating the roof of his mouth he had a funny sound to his voice when he spoke. "Though you should know right now I am the most requested history teacher around." Well. He was the only history teacher on the small campus.
Charlie stood and crumpled up his Ziploc baggy that had the sandwich. "I'm off, gotta capture some loyalist at bunker hill! Cheers, mate!"
"Cheers and weren't the loyalists on the side of the English and bunker hill in a different war?" Jacoby snickered, knowing only half of it true, the other part guessing. If people weren't already taking a writing class, oh they would be soon, that is for sure in Jacoby's mind.
"This is too true, but what you don't know is I'm about to change costumes and become George Washington," he called out from behind him, giving a brief wave of the hand.
"I'll have to take a pic of that as well! Yours is a mug for the dollar bill!" Jacoby laughed colling after him as he cleaned up and left for his own class. This semester was going to be fun.