Post by noel on Aug 11, 2011 17:07:58 GMT -5
Noel Robert Dueler
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OTHERS: Samantha Mcallister
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Here is the splendid Noel Dueler. He is twenty seven years old and has been teaching at Lincoln for quite some time now. He is understanding, but not always patient. He has a pretty bad temper, actually, and doesn’t allow to be back talked in class. He will allow a few interruptions, but try to make him seem like a fool and your toast. Noel is single, but has recently started to look for a partner because he wants to settle down. As hot headed as he may seem he really wants the best for his students. He can be strict, but puts some humor into his lessons to make things a little bit more bearable.
Noel has a twin brother, who also works at Lincoln. The two brothers bicker and argue (Sometimes in class) but always have each other’s backs. Here is something not a lot of people know about him, he has a three year old daughter. Noel hadn’t been expecting his child, and so didn’t the mother. Jackies (Daughters name) mother left her for Noel to take care of and now Noel has to raise this child on his own. At first he had been angry and confused, but he instantly fell in love and would do anything for his baby girl.
Sophia walked into the dark, clustered, bar in a stressed mood. She was trying to get back into Liptons College, tired of her online classes, her relationship with her boyfriend wasn’t getting better, and there was family drama with all three of her brothers. She needed a drink. Soph wasn’t exactly the appropriate age to drink, but at least she was a adult. She could easily point out the teenagers on the dance floor with a drink in there hand. She would have no problem getting a drink, she looked a bit older than nineteen and for tonight she was going to use that to her advantage. Sophia walked up to the bar, and ordered a beer. She didn’t want anything to strong, she was going to have to go home eventually and if her boyfriend, Kris, saw she was drunk he might get mad.
The bartender handed her the drink without asking for a I.D. or anything, which made her feel a bit relieved. Sophia didn’t really drink often, but she really needed something to calm her down and painting wasn’t helping, and no way did she want to go back to pills. Soph sat on a bar stool, looking out at the dancing crowd. The dance floor mostly consisted of younger people in tight clothing that barely covered them up. Sophia herself was dressed more casual, she wore heels but that’s because she liked to, and she wore them with a lot of her oufits. Sophia wasn’t dressed so ridiculous because she wasn’t looking to get laid (that would require cheating on Kris, something she wasn’t ready to do.). She was glad she didn’t have to wear her gloves or sunglasses; she wore those to cover certain bruises. Well bruises aren’t that bad right? How about if there in the shape of fingers and around your eye? For a lot of people those weren’t good signs, and when people saw something unusual they tended to ask questions, something Sophia would rather avoid. She lifted her glass to take another sip, but the bottle was empty. She turned half way to order another drink, it was going to be one of those nights, she could tell
The bartender handed her the drink without asking for a I.D. or anything, which made her feel a bit relieved. Sophia didn’t really drink often, but she really needed something to calm her down and painting wasn’t helping, and no way did she want to go back to pills. Soph sat on a bar stool, looking out at the dancing crowd. The dance floor mostly consisted of younger people in tight clothing that barely covered them up. Sophia herself was dressed more casual, she wore heels but that’s because she liked to, and she wore them with a lot of her oufits. Sophia wasn’t dressed so ridiculous because she wasn’t looking to get laid (that would require cheating on Kris, something she wasn’t ready to do.). She was glad she didn’t have to wear her gloves or sunglasses; she wore those to cover certain bruises. Well bruises aren’t that bad right? How about if there in the shape of fingers and around your eye? For a lot of people those weren’t good signs, and when people saw something unusual they tended to ask questions, something Sophia would rather avoid. She lifted her glass to take another sip, but the bottle was empty. She turned half way to order another drink, it was going to be one of those nights, she could tell
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