Once Upon a Mid-Day Dreary... ~OPEN~

~Terythius Maerchiey~

Terry paused at the door, hand outstretched, about to grab the handle. His eyes flicked upwards towards the inscribing on the little slide-plaque next to the door, which held his first initial, last name, and finally his class.

T. Maerchiey
High School Grade English

So this was it, huh? His first hosted class here. In the back of his mind, he was slightly concerned over who all would show up here, but he needed to show trust in the students here. Not like they could skip outta his class all that easily. He was a hard man to get away from, that was certain. Nervously, his right hand went across his body, searching all his pockets one last time, ensuring there wasn't a pack or a loose smoke in any. Being of Irish descent, he wanted to stay away from drinking, but a different bad habit had gotten it's hooks into him instead... When he was sure he was clean, he grabbed the handle and pulled it open, walking through the door and raking a hand through his hair. It naturally fell right back across his forehead, though. Futility at it's finest. He was adorned in what he considered an ample outfit for his day. Olive green dress pants, black leather dress shoes, an untucked white button-up shirt, and a loose black tie that hung to just above his belly button.

There was no one else there, of course. He had arriven about thirty minutes early, to ensure his classroom was in complete order. The room had been abandoned beforehand, and they had haphazardly cleaned it out before handing him the key. Terry, however, took it upon himself to clean the place up a second, then third time. Dust still settled here and there, but there was no avoiding that. Apart from that, everything seemed right.

Opening a little drawer, Terry looked through the folders there, each one holding a name and a picture. Both things he would need to memorize. Shutting the drawer, Terry slid his box of assorted teaching tools under his desk at the head of the room, came around the other end, at sat in the middle of it. Taking one last lookover of his room. Student's desks sat cleanly in rows, forming a grid of 6x6. The room was devoid of wall decorations and posters, the only true memorabilia in the room being a picture of Terry's "family" which sat on his desk.

Terry would smile at the empty room and look out the windows, which made up almost one whole wall of his classroom, giving a beautiful view of the courtyard outside. And from here, he would wait.

Terry would feel slight unease, as if he was being watched, as a boy that seemed permanantly enshrouded in dark slinked his way over to him. Terry would go on the defensive, a menacing aura radiating from this boy. He was ready in every aspect to fight.

And then the boy let loose his voice, rocking gently on his heels. He sounded sweet enough, just like a normal anti-social styled boy. However, it was fairly obvious he wasn't human. After the given explanation, Terry would slide over his desk and pull the boy's file from his drawer. Velius, Basil. Yeah, that must've been him. He was...inhuman, for sure. But apparantly just what he was past human was being found out at a slow rate. Shrugging and putting the folder back, Terry would look to the boy. "Ah, well, just try and...how should I say this...keep it under wraps, alright? We can't have you being a specified danger to others, so...I hate to say it, but you may want to keep a seat away from others. Just to be on the safe side. Terribly sorry, Basil." Terry would say, gesturing outwards to the room. He truly did feel sorry about what he was doing, but it was necessary. This kid was a risk, a hazard without even trying to be one. He silently apologized to the boy.

Terry's next surprise came in the form of a muscular girl, darting into the room and slamming into a desk, quickly checking her phone, then the wall clock. At the girl's suggestion that she was late, Terry would chuckle under his breath. Ah, to be young again. Worried about waking up and getting to class on time. "No, Amazon, you're not the slightest bit late. Sorry to dissapoint. Don't suppose I can get your name?" Terry would say to the girl. Given that she told him her name, Terry would once again reach back, examine her folder, then slide it back.

And the next person into the room entered much the same as the last. A girl, rushing into the room, barely getting past the door before sliding into a desk and checking the time. The newest addition to the class straightened her clothes out, adjusting her skirt. Terry's brow would raise just slightly as the girl would open up a portal and drag her book through it. As she did this, Terry would cough, hoping to get the girl's attention. "Ah, portals. An incredibly useful power. Now, miss, can I have your name?" Again, after gaining this information Terry would check her file.

The final eventful addition to the classroom was a girl that seemed normal. She entered the room cautiously, eyeing around the room, then finally looking at Terry himself. He would simply give a gentle smile at the girl as she sat down, incredibly close to the front. That meant one of two things. This girl was either a kiss-ass, or just a good student. He prayed it was the latter of the two. Terry would sit for a while, hoping for the girl that had just arrived to settle and look a little less...nerve-racked. Perhaps it was that Basil boy's influence.

As her eyes once again scanned him, he would simply smile and speak to the girl. "I, eh, can tell what you're doing." Terry would say, standing up now. "You're trying to gauge whether i'm that strict, uptight teacher that'll bag you for every one minute tardy and glance at your phone, or if i'm the super laidback teacher that really doesn't care if you do your homework. Gimme a minute and i'll explain that bit. Now if you would please, give me your name?" Terry would say, following the same routine as with the other students.

After checking the new girl's folder, Terry would look across his room, clapping his hands. Pointing to Iridian, he would speak up again, his irish accent showing slightly. "Now, as for your earlier non-vocal inquiry, to tell you the truth, i'm neither. Accidents happen, and i'm not gonna be a killjoy. You're a few minutes late to class? Eh, don't let it happen again. You get a text from your friend and look at it by instinct? That's fine, text 'em back. Just get back on track afterwards. You're just kids, you're supposed to be having fun. That said, this is a learning environment, and I will expect you to listen to me and do your work. Other than that, this is just another class." Terry would finish with a sweeping look across the classroom, before moving around his desk to the board in front of the classroom. "Now, my name, if none of you know, is Terythius Eli Maerchiey. People who know me well enough call me Bloody Terry, for reasons you may or may not find out. You all, may call me either Mr. Maerchiey, Mr. M, or just Terry." He would say, scrawling his name across the board.

"A little about myself, i'm irish if the accent wasn't a dead giveaway. I was an honor student for as long as I can remember, I have two degrees, in English and Creative Writing, and in Psychology. That being said, if you ever have anything you need to talk about or spill to someone, I also function as a pseudo-counselor and psychologist-slash-psychiatrist. I'm sworn to confidentiality in most situations. Anyways...before I truly begin this class, do any of you have anything you'd like to ask?" Terry would say, lecturing a bit. After finishing, he would simply lean against the front of his desk, awaiting questions from the students there.

*Just a side note, if you'd all like to just throw some NPC students in for filler reasons, then do as you wish, but you may want to consult the others in this thread before doing so. I'm cool with whatever*