early morning thoughts {open}

[Peter Bishop]

Peter rubbed his eyes, he had been staring at the computer screen for too long again. It wasn't his fault that was all he could do before the schools opened it doors promptly at seven o'clock every morning. He took a long sip of his coffee, and leaned back into his chair, letting his head dangle a bit. He enjoyed his job.

Both of them, he got his daily thrill while working with Olivia and Walter, and he had some fun with the students he taught here. And he was making a rather good amount of money between both of those jobs. Maybe he could finally pay off some of his gambling debts to Big Eddy. Or maybe not. Peter rarely ever worried about his past, he worked with the FBI, so if anyone came looking for him, they'd have to face the government.

It was nice making a different in the world though, even though most people have no idea what kind of danger everybody is in. Peter was one of those people who had gotten nowhere in life before he started working in the Fringe Division. And since he had faced Walter.

Even though Walter was practically a baby who Peter had to babysit at all times, he wouldn't be anywhere without him. And even though he wasn't his actual father, he did save his life. Twice. So, he guessed that meant something.

As the clock ticked away, Peter became more anxious to greet his students and get started. He drank to rest of his coffee and disposed of the cup as he prepared for the coming four periods of students.

[Nicole 'Jinx' Diaz]

NICOLE ‘JINX’ DIAZ

You Got a Nasty Disposition
You Got A Bad Bad Reputation

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Five o’clock. That was the time her alarm went off and a beautiful chirping sound became apparent. Well, beautiful to her. She let it go off for about a half an hour. It was very annoying, to be honest but she didn’t mind it. However, her roommate did. So, as Nicole stood out of bed, well rested, and started to make her bed, she let the chirping madness continue. It had immediately awoken her roommate, but nothing happened at first. But as the alarm got louder and Nicole began to childishly dance around the room, getting her things to get ready, the ‘roomy’ started to get annoyed.

”TURN THAT DAMNED ALARM CLOCK OFF, JINX!” she finally growled. Feisty one, wasn’t she? Nicole grinned and continued to get her things. It wasn’t long until a shoe went whizzing past her face. ”TURN. IT. OFF!”

Nicole sighed. ”You are no fun at all, you know that, Mimi?” Nicole giggled as she turned the alarm clock off. Her roommate fell to sleep again right after that. Oh well, now that she had had her fun for the morning, time to get ready. First thing was first. She turned on the shower to the hottest she could handle it and turned on the coffee machine she had snuck into her dorm. She got a small pot of Hazel Nut coffee started and then head into her bathroom. She peeled off her pajama’s and got a shower. The hot water beat into her skin, scorching it, but it felt perfectly fine to her.

After about forty five minutes in the shower, she finished up and came out smelling of roses and lilac. It was a bit too sweet for her likings but, hey, who was she to judge her own shampoo. Jinx dried off and got dressed. She pulled a white ‘Skins Industries’ tee-shirt and a pair of black, tight-fitting jeans. The jeans were slightly faded and ripped, the ends frayed to hell. A black and pink lace choker was wrapped eloquently around her neck. She blow-dried her pink hair and, in an effort to look more ‘normal’, she left it down. Usually, she would put it up in such a fashion that it looked like ‘devil horns’ but she had to be Nicole Diaz at school, not Jinx. Though people still called her Jinx. She was rather new to the school and, yet, people already knew her nickname. It was amazing!

Nicole got a Styrofoam cup and filled it with coffee, dumping a ton of sugar and creamer into the back liquid. It was soon a pale brown and looked just perfect to her. Taking a sip, she smiled and looked at her clock. Six fifty-three exactly. Wonderful! Her roommate was just getting up. Well, at least Mimi would have no hot water for her morning shower. Oh, how nice of Jinx.

The bad luck ‘goddess’ quickly fed her cat and finished her coffee before pulling on a black and pink hoodie and exiting her dorm but not before grabbing her backpack. It didn’t take her long to get to the school. And when she did, she headed towards her first period class. The funny thing was, this was going to be her first day in this class room, having been able to get a class change. So, now she headed towards physics.

When she got into the room, she realized she was the only one there. Oh well. The girl looked at the teacher and grinned. ”You’re the physics teacher? Oh, I guess so. You new here?” she asked.

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Thirteen’s My Lucky Number
You Got Bad Luck, Bad Bad Luck

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STATUS thread in progress
WORD COUNT 596
TAG peter bishop
‘COSTUME’ read the post
OOC NOTES hope you don’t mind my little trouble maker getting their bright and early! *eavil laugh*
CREDITS Lyrics from ‘Bad Luck’ by Social Distortion
TEMPLATE Harleen Quinzel (I made it myself)
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[Peter Bishop]

Peter flipped through his lesson plan book, which turned out to be empty. "Great, I guess I'll just have to wing it today," He said aloud, to himself. In the midst of all the stray papers and pens, he couldn't find anything that would suffice as a decent lesson. Among his things were notes of Walter's that he had accidently grabbed.

"Kentucky fried chicken secret recipe," Peter read, and grinned. He remembered Walter saying something about how long it took him to compile the secret spices. It was something only Walter would do. If it were anyone else then it would make no sense whatsoever. Peter set the paper down carefully, and stared at the empty classroom for a couple of moments.

”You’re the physics teacher? Oh, I guess so. You new here?”

He looked up at the girl, surprised, because he hadn't seen her walk in. "Uh, yeah, I'm Peter Bishop," He introduced himself as he stood up. Peter looked down at a memo from the Dean which said that he was getting a new student today. "You must be Nicole," He said, and stuck one of his hands in his pocket.

Peter didn't even hear the door open, or anything. It was as if this girl had just appeared in front of him. But that was what had happened to him recently. His thoughts had begun to get away from him, and really distract him from the outside world. "Uh, have a seat, please."

[Nicole 'Jinx' Diaz]

NICOLE ‘JINX’ DIAZ

You Got a Nasty Disposition
You Got A Bad Bad Reputation

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Nicole’s pink eyes examined the teacher as he realized she was here. Oh, she loved being able to slink in so silently and not be detected. Not even by a teacher! It was just perfect! Now she knew which teacher she could scare whenever she needed a good laugh. ”Peter Bishops, huh? That’s a neat name. Can I call ya Pete? Or are you one of those formal guys that makes us say ’Mister Bishop’?” She asked, over-emphasizing the word Mister. If she was going to have to go to this school, might as well have some fun with the teachers, right?

”You must be Nicole.”

Nicole? Oh yeah, that was her name. She had almost forgot for a second. The girls cat-like pupils seemed to become even narrower slits than they already were. But it wasn’t out of anger at all. It was out of pure joy and wicked glee. ”Yep! That would be me. Oh it is so nice to know that my name is getting around. But please, I prefer to be called Jinx. Everyone calls me that. And I sometimes forget that my name is Nicole, you know?” she chuckled. It wasn’t an exact lie; she honestly did forget at times. It was kind of sad. But then again, she was used to hearing people call her Jinx, Nicole was a bit new for her.

"Uh, have a seat, please."

Jinx pouted. ”But calles don’t start for another fifteen minutes, teach. Do I really have to sit down right now?” Nickie’s pink eyes seemed to have a slight glow to them, as if she was ready to use a little psionic energy. She wouldn’t though. She just thought she might as well let him know that she was powers. Not that she was going to use them.

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Thirteen’s My Lucky Number
You Got Bad Luck, Bad Bad Luck

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STATUS thread in progress
WORD COUNT 301
TAG peter bishop
‘COSTUME’ see first post
OOC NOTES oh, poor peter. he has such a crazy student. i really do feel bad for him.
CREDITS Lyrics from ‘Bad Luck’ by Social Distortion
TEMPLATE Harleen Quinzel (I made it myself)
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[Peter Bishop]

Peter smirked a bit, before resting his hand on his desk. "I'm one of those formal guys, so yes, Mister Bishop would be nice," he answered, before putting his lesson book in one of his desk drawers. Half of the notes or whatever was in his lesson book was Walter's, and he doubted that the Kentucky Fried Chicken secret spices or a list on why music these days stink would help him teach a class full of talented teens.

”Yep! That would be me. Oh it is so nice to know that my name is getting around. But please, I prefer to be called Jinx. Everyone calls me that. And I sometimes forget that my name is Nicole, you know?”

"Jinx? Uhm, okay...Jinx," Peter said, the name sounded weird when he had said it. He picked up a pen and made a note on his attendence chart to call Nicole Diaz 'Jinx'. Peter wondered if all the teens here had some creative name they went by. It was weird what she said though, that sometimes she doesn't remember her name is Nicole. He shrugged it off though, he was told that some students here were a bit off, but it wasn't anything that he hadn't handled before.

”But calles don’t start for another fifteen minutes, teach. Do I really have to sit down right now?”

He looked up at her, and stared right at her eyes. They seemed to be glowing. Now, Peter has seen some of the crazy stuff in his years of working in the Fringe Division, but nothing ever quite like this. He pretended that it hadn't happened, though it was possibility that this was the girl showing that she had powers. "I don't really care what you do, I was just trying to sound professional," Peter replied, and gave another small smirk.

[Darcy Leone]

Darcy walked in, took one look at his Physics teacher and analyzed him, glaring all the while. He took off his backpack and sat at the the opposite side of the room from the pink haired girl. Science was his best subject. If anything, he could teach it. But unbenownst to Mr. Bishop here, he was on Darcy's payroll and he was going to be here every day to inspect his performance as a teacher by acting like a student.

He sat down. Still saying nothing, his hands came together, rested and waited for class to begin. Darcy never broke eye contact with his new physics teacher, retaining the same old poker face as when he walked in. Almost felt like a waste of time sitting through another lesson on Phsyics. But he hired Bishop for his Masters in Science. He expected no less than the best.

[Nicole 'Jinx' Diaz]

NICOLE ‘JINX’ DIAZ

You Got a Nasty Disposition
You Got A Bad Bad Reputation

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The pink glow in her eyes never faded as she gave the man a very warm smile, which was rather shocking sine the girl didn’t seem to have a single warm bone in her entire body. Well, except for towards Wally… but that jerk has talked to her in months! So, she hadn’t a single warm bone, as she had said. But this teacher, she already knew that she was going to have fun with him. Even if this was a more formal teacher. Oh well.

She sat on the edge of a desk right in front of the teacher. It wasn’t the seat she was going to use. No, she was going to wait until some innocent looking student walked in. That was the kid she’d sit next to. “Oh, I guess I can call you Mister Bishop. Even though formalities are so over-rated,” she teased. She was having a lot of fun, surprisingly.

“I don't really care what you do, I was just trying to sound professional.”

Jinx returned his smirk with a devilish smile, her eyes’ glow having finally faded. ”You aren’t that bad of a teacher, Mister Bishop. You seem… different. Not so stuck up,” she cooed. But then she heard the faintest turn of the doorknob and her eyes began to glow again, more vigorously than before. Her eyes landed on a figure and they followed it as it took a seat. The boy seemed to be trying to stay away from her. That only made her grin and, as her eyes lost their glow again, she walked over and took a seat behind him, ready to play even more. “Well, hello there, dark and mysterious. Mind if I have a seat?” she sat down anyway, not really caring what he said.

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Thirteen’s My Lucky Number
You Got Bad Luck, Bad Bad Luck

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STATUS thread in progress
WORD COUNT 297
TAG peter bishop, darcy leone
‘COSTUME’ read the first post
OOC NOTES yippe! more cuties for her to play with! ^-^ ;P
CREDITS Lyrics from ‘Bad Luck’ by Social Distortion
TEMPLATE Harleen Quinzel (I made it myself)
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[Darcy Leone]

Darcy turned around and stared at the girl for a second. He once again, had a poker face, not revealing thought or emotion to a stranger. Turning around, he opened his Physics book and a group of other students walked in, taking their seats.

[blue]"Sure."[/blue]

He got out his notebook, full of equations and cheatsheets for Physics from when he went to college thirty years ago. He started writing in the book as class began. No offense to the pink haired girl, but Darcy didn't talk to people. He didn't want to. He wasn't gonna.

[Peter Bishop]

Peter watched as the stray student walked into the classroom. He didn't really seem interested in whatever had previously happened in the class, and just sat down towards the back. So, that made things a lot more awkward for Peter. He knew he was going to get some stray weirdos in the class, but he was hoping to have some interaction with everyone.

”You aren’t that bad of a teacher, Mister Bishop. You seem… different. Not so stuck up.”

He smirked, before picking an expo marker up from his desk. "Well, I'm relatively new at this, and I'm gonna try not to be one of those big-bad asshole teachers," Peter replied, while writing the word "PHYSICS" in big letters on the dry-erase board. When he turned around, Jinx was all ready in the back with the kid that just waltzed right in.

Peter bit his lip slightly, and played with the marker in his hands for a few seconds. More and more students began to pile in through the door. They began to fill the seats up, before all of them were almost occupied. When the bell rang, Peter took his rightfuk spot, center stage in front of all them. The number of students somewhat overwhelmed him, but he wasn't going to show it.

"So, what do you guys know about physics?"

[Darcy Leone]

Darcy raised his hand, failing to exert any emotion in his dialogue.

[blue]"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction?"[/blue]

Playing dumb. Of course he knew that. But most 18 year olds wouldn't. So play with the crowd and they won't suspect you of anything. He noticed Jinx was still staring at him, analyzing him. He ignored her.

Today wasn't a big day. If anything, he was too tired to argue. Vigilantism out at night, sleeping all day. Darcy wasn't used to the changes in sleep patterns and sometimes it got to him. He was too tired to fight. Too tired to argue. So he didn't. He ignored the annoying pink haired girl.