Post by ALFRED CLARK FREEMAN on Jun 19, 2012 8:59:53 GMT -5
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turning heads when you walk
Being professional was hard! Why had he chosen this again? Why had he thought this would be a good idea? Oh right, because he was clearly a masochist that’s why. Being professional was such hard work! Wearing blazers and stuff. Uhg. So much work. SO MUCH WORK! But he supposed it just made for some fun stories to tell when he became a famous comedy scriptwriter. He could write about some of his high school film teacher adventures in one of his scripts so that would be worth it. Yes. Okay. Maybe being professional wasn’t so bad after all. It was coming in early that was such a bother. Alfred was a man who enjoyed the opportunity to sleep in. Him and his bed had this very special bond. He had named her Rosie, after the maid robot from the Jetson’s. She was good to him. Gentle, kind, comfortable and inviting. She kept him warm in the winter and cooled him down in the heat. She cradled him and was always there to catch him and he loved her. He missed his bed. It was eight in the morning and he wanted his bed back. Like, who even existed at eight in the morning? Who in their right mind thought “Hm, it’s a disgustingly early hour in the morning, let’s be lively and chipper!”
Clearly he wasn’t exactly the best at mornings, though he seemed to pull it off rather well. Mismatched attire aside, at least. His shoulders hunched a bit as he walked, a mix of being tired and carrying a heavy bag full of tapes and camera batteries and homework he had finally finished marking and definitely needed to hand back before a riot started. With a slow and steady pace Alfred made his way down the hallways and toward the front offices, which led to the wall of teacher’s mailboxes and a staff room where he could get a second cup of coffee. The second he got into the staff room his bag was left on the floor where he felt it belonged and he scuttled to the coffee machine to get it started and made his way to the mailboxes. Oh! He had mail! How delightful! It certainly brightened his mood to see a few late assignments, a notice about some graffiti that had been found, a memo about a staff meeting to be held later in the week and a few other miscellaneous papers he hadn’t gotten to yet. He was too busy skimming the assignments, leaning against the desk for support with one arm crossed over his chest. Looking oh so professional with his blazer and David Bowie brooch and his hedgehog necklace and his Batman shoes and his stubble covered chin.
The principal in his office aside it appeared as if Alfred was the first one here, which was a bit of a surprise to him as he was usually one of the last. As he skimmed over the contents of his mailbox he couldn’t help but wonder where everyone was. Just as that thought had finished a specific little redhead happened to make her way into the staff room with warranted his typical smile in all its dimpled glory and a bit of a blush to his cheeks. He always blushed when she walked in the room. It couldn’t be helped. Beatrice was just so beautiful in both looks and personality. All Alfred needed was the courage and confidence to ask her on a date, but he was rather certain that she wouldn’t want a guy like him. Short and chubby with a really lame power and a shirt that said “I like cats” in giant pink letters. “Morning!”
Clearly he wasn’t exactly the best at mornings, though he seemed to pull it off rather well. Mismatched attire aside, at least. His shoulders hunched a bit as he walked, a mix of being tired and carrying a heavy bag full of tapes and camera batteries and homework he had finally finished marking and definitely needed to hand back before a riot started. With a slow and steady pace Alfred made his way down the hallways and toward the front offices, which led to the wall of teacher’s mailboxes and a staff room where he could get a second cup of coffee. The second he got into the staff room his bag was left on the floor where he felt it belonged and he scuttled to the coffee machine to get it started and made his way to the mailboxes. Oh! He had mail! How delightful! It certainly brightened his mood to see a few late assignments, a notice about some graffiti that had been found, a memo about a staff meeting to be held later in the week and a few other miscellaneous papers he hadn’t gotten to yet. He was too busy skimming the assignments, leaning against the desk for support with one arm crossed over his chest. Looking oh so professional with his blazer and David Bowie brooch and his hedgehog necklace and his Batman shoes and his stubble covered chin.
The principal in his office aside it appeared as if Alfred was the first one here, which was a bit of a surprise to him as he was usually one of the last. As he skimmed over the contents of his mailbox he couldn’t help but wonder where everyone was. Just as that thought had finished a specific little redhead happened to make her way into the staff room with warranted his typical smile in all its dimpled glory and a bit of a blush to his cheeks. He always blushed when she walked in the room. It couldn’t be helped. Beatrice was just so beautiful in both looks and personality. All Alfred needed was the courage and confidence to ask her on a date, but he was rather certain that she wouldn’t want a guy like him. Short and chubby with a really lame power and a shirt that said “I like cats” in giant pink letters. “Morning!”
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