Counting with Snowballs (Open/Students)

[Bobby Drake]

Today was the day. Bobby was finally given an actually class to go and teach. With grades and homework and everything. The real deal, from this day forward Bobby was offically a teacher at the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning. Though all the pressure to do well was starting to get to him. After a rather extended period of time looking for his assigned room , Bobby finally stumbled in his arms full of various textbooks and papers. "Great first day" Bobby couldn't help but mutter to himself. Moving over to the lone teachers desk in the front of the room Bobby dumped his massive amounts of books, resulting in a cloud of dust and paper to shoot into the air.

"Looks like i got the room that time forgot over here. Got to have a little chat with Toad about this" He said as he scrambled to pick up the remainder of his papers. Standing back up he took a look at the rest of the room. It was one of average size with around thirty or so desks and chairs. From Bobby's perspective there resided a row of windows taking up the far side of the room with a generous view of a section of the courtyard. Turning back to his desk Bobby found an old looking chalkboard and a lone cabinet in the corner. Confused as what to do first Bobby moved through all his pockets before finding a lone piece of chalk. Bobby gave a slight smirk as he approached his newish old chalkboard.

It seemed so long ago that Bobby was in school actually pretending to learn. Now he was the one teaching the class and he was genuinely excited for it and that was saying something. He was glad he is able to use his fancy book knowledge for something other than passing his classes in college. Now it was his time to be the molder of minds, whatever that really entailed. But it was time to get to the issue at hand, teaching his class. With his chalk in hand he moved to the board and with a few strokes wrote Professor Iceman Math 101 before nodding in approval and sitting back down. He gave his watch a glance, it just occurred to him, he didn't know when his class started. Well he almost got it perfect, and isn't it the thought that counts?

[Andrey Beckman]

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[atrb=background, i41.tinypic.com/30aam9u.jpg] Andrey always made it a point to be punctual for classes, even if it meant he made it there a bit early for some. No matter how exhausted he might feel, he would kick himself for days if he was ever late, even by a minute. This was why he was hurtling down the halls, skidding around corners and only after nearly kicking the door in and seeing an 'empty' class room, Andrey had both a look of shock and pure excitement on his face. Andrey's creamy blonde locks were some what of a mess from his dash down the halls, and one of his books hung half out of his book bag as he stepped into the room and let out a long breath of relief. Holding his watch up to his ear he timed the tick, and sure enough it was slow. The batteries were starting to go, and after a quick glance to the clock on the far wall of the rather dusty room, he knew he was more than on time. "Phew...Well..that's a relief" he muttered before hearing movement by the chalk board and his whole body rotated on his heals as his pale blue eyes fell on the professors frame, sitting at his desk. A light blush on his cheeks as he glanced to the door still swinging a bit as it had been nearly put through the very wall it was hinged on. No damage done though, that was at least on his side. "Hehe..Sorry about that Professor.." he mumbled with a guilty laugh, slowly closing the door as if it were made of glass before moving to take a seat at the front of the class room. On his way he frantically attempted to fix his hair before setting his book bags down to a light 'puff' of dust. So much for a 'new' class feel. Maybe he should just stand? Pulling out his books, he used his hand to sweep off the thin layer of settled particulate from his seat and side table. Standing a moment with a now dirty hand he glanced around be for settling for batting his hand clean in the isle and wiping the remainder on his book bag. Pulling out the 'required' texts and taking his seat he looked up at the board and saw the title, a smile on his face as he finally got a chance to let it sink in. This was another of the X-men's finest, and a true hero, THE Iceman. His smile grew and his excitable personality kicked in as he locked eyes with the teacher. "I didn't know you were a mathematician!" Andrey blurted out with no warning, though he had briefly met the professor before when he gathered up fliers for the Polar Bear club. WORD COUNT // 467 OUTFIT // Check it out here TAG // Professor Drake//Iceman RPN // Huzzah for school!

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[Bobby Drake]

As Bobby continued his streak of being professional at his desk he began to hear quick footsteps rapidly approaching the door. Curious Bobby turned his head to see who needed to get his class with such haste. He knew that he was becoming a favorite within the cliques of the students. Whether that was true or not was not something that Bobby actually cared about. Facts never entertained him as much of his fantasy.

With the squeak of sneakers rushing to a stop, Bobby watched the door as it flew open with a mess of heavy breathing and swarming papers. "Whoa, Whoa whats the rush?!" he said through a chuckle. "Class doesn't start for another twenty minutes... I think" Bobby still didn't know exactly when his class started but the arrival of this new student must mean it should start soon, made sense.

Bobby watched the kid as he made his way to one of the closer desks and frown as he watched the dust fly off the seat. "Even the students hate this room, Toad you are so going to get it" Bobby mumbled to himself. After a brief moment of watching the student fix his books Bobby shook himself to listen a question that was thrown into the stillness. "I didn't know you were a mathematician!"

The kid actually was shocked about it. Out of everything that Bobby had to deal with in his life, math just seemed to come easy, he didn't know how he became an expert in it. It must just be one of those things that just happened. "Oh yeah, it was one of things that just came easy to me. So here I am" Bobby threw his arms up to show his confusion about it as well. It took Bobby until then to remember the kids name, he had in fact met the kid before. When he was recruiting for his Polar Bear club that he was trying to start up. [/color]"Your name is Kyle right?[/color] Bobby paused to think a moment. No that wasn't it. Wait, Bobby smirked at his moment of genius, his name was Andrey. Man Bobby was sure on a role lately "No I got it, its Andrey right?!"

[Andrey Beckman]

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[atrb=background, i41.tinypic.com/30aam9u.jpg] Andrey had to blush a bit as the other had commented on his early arrival, he had really not meant to be a whole twenty minutes early. Though he was fairly sure it was only sixteen minutes or so, unless the wall clock was off as well. Never did it occur to him though that maybe even Bobby didn't know when this class started. As far as Andrey was concerned the teachers here were as close to perfect as one could get, glamoured by the eyes of a cheerful awe struck and impressionable mind. His shy blush was quickly replaced with a slow smile as his question was answered though, even if it was nothing to thrilling an explanation. Leaning forward his smile only grew when the other seemed to grow frustrated with his own recount of his path to mathematics, Andrey understood the feeling of just doing something because you liked it, or because it felt like second nature. Some times there was no true answer, and unlike most of mathematics, it couldn't be explained by words or numbers. "Its okay professor, I 'follow' you" he said kindly and with a idolizing sigh. All of his enamored emotions did drop a bit a she was called Kyle. Eyes narrowing in a moderately unimpressed manner, but nothing to long lasting as Bobby quickly recovered and got it right on the second guess. Supposing it was honor enough to be even remembered after the short encounter with the fliers he was back to beaming his smile up at the teacher. "That would be me! Andrey Beckman, present and accounted for" he gave a small salute as a joke and opened his not book before filling his mechanical pencil with led. Suddenly felling nervous as he realized he was alone in a class room with only himself and one of the teachers he had to admit was on heck of a looker. Andrey was not the type to get nervous easily, but without the roar of a class behind him, he suddenly felt very on the spot. Sitting in absolute silence for the next fifteen minutes would drive him crazy, but what did he say to keep the topic going. After fiddling around more with his pencil, he slowly looked up at Bobby, a mild blush back on his cheeks as he broke the silence. "So..any sign ups for the club yet Professor Drake?". His voice was soft but still carried well, clear and warm without needing any force behind it. He had been pushing the clubs as hard as he could, and was really hoping the teachers were starting to see interest in their respective sign ups. Andrey having deeply considered the Polar bear club, simple for his love of water and the thrill that would come from a cold dip. Not that the thought of others in bathing suits had never fluttered over his mind, he was still a teen after all. Yet the sciences had pulled him and he was really not sure he could handle both on top of his job, school, and social life. It was already making him over tired and obviously time paranoid but the situation he was in this morning, and they were only just into the first week. WORD COUNT // 523 OUTFIT // Check it out here TAG // Professor Drake//Iceman RPN // Daw such cuteness

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[Sooraya Qadir]

Ah, math. It was something that... she was not good at.

Granted, she had not begun learning math until she came here, and as a result, had had to be tutored up until now, until she was able to fit, somewhat comfortably, into the lowest bracket of the official classes. Thus... her first math class.

Drifting easily along, knowing that she would be there just a fraction early (she had just finished another class, and given the very short time in between them, saw no point in going elsewhere but her next class), the girl took careful, measured steps, her bookbag shifting with her movements, brushing against her side. No, she did not have a backpack. They seemed so... odd.

Huh, the door was moving.

Carefully, Sooraya stepped over, opening the door a fraction to peer inside, judging the mostly empty classroom, complete with the teacher she recognized as a fellow X-Men, and Andrey, before she fully opened it, gently and quietly as usual, shutting it carefully behind her. "Hello," she intoned softly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation they seemed to be having, but, at the same time, announcing her presence in such a simple fashion.

Drifting through the desks, the Islamic girl carefully picked the seat next to Andrey, letting her bag slip off of her shoulders and rest next to her seat carefully, though the puff of dust caught her off guard... And she smiled faintly, eyes crinkling. This was nice.

One hand lightly, almost absentmindedly, delicately using her index finger, began to trace words on her desk, a light poem that she was fond of, in Persian, in careful, neat rows across the desk, almost as if she were writing on lined paper.

She was certainly more than fine with this.

[Bobby Drake]

Bobby watched Andrey as he jumped up in his seat when his name was called, his response to that was just that he was weird. But then he thought for a moment, wasn’t he the rather strange one back during the first class. Remembering he was young once too, he threw away his first impressions and attempted to really become a role model for his students. This student seems different, as if he tries to shove himself away from the more direct confrontation. Understandable of course. With anyone blessed with mutant traits, isolation is often an easy solution. Bobby has seen it many times throughout the years. It even had happened to him during the beginning. Though coming to this school is a good step forward and that's what matters.

After a few moments of silence, Andrey spoke up again "So..any sign ups for the club yet Professor Drake?" Bobby watched as a blush grew over his face. Maybe being on the spot is a bit to much for him, Bobby thought in his head. Bobby scrambled his papers to attempt to somehow take the pressure away from Andrey. It was then it hit Bobby. The polar bear club. He was supposed to take the reigns for it, the deadline for the signup list was in the next couple of days. He really would rather not hear anyone talk about how he doesn't get work done.

Quickly moving through his papers he found the signup sheet he made up during the beginning of the year, it was crumpled and contained only a handleful of signitures. "So Andrey, don't suppose you know anyone else who wants to join the polar bear club" He said with a chuckle and a faint aura of panic in his voice. As he continued to look through his bag he heard the door open once more. As he looked back up he noticed another student walked into his class. Bobby stopped what he was doing and gave his attention to the student dressed in traditional Muslim wear. "Oh hello, Welcome to Math 101. I am your teacher Professor Iceman and who are you" Bobby smiled inside, he was excited to actually teach for once. He couldn't wait to get started.

[Andrey Beckman]

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[atrb=background, i41.tinypic.com/30aam9u.jpg] Andrey smiled when asked if he knew some potential members, pride lifting his chest up as he nodded repeatedly in response. "Yes, a few actually, I would gladly talk to them for you in my other classes. See if they have signed up or not yet, though I think most of them have. The fliers I handed out seemed fairly convincing. And what guy does not enjoy a test of strength against mother natures frigged waters." He chimed with confidence, feeling he had done an adequate job up selling the club this year. Though it was a bit surprising that Bobby didn't seem to think there would be much of a turn out. Or at least the question had made it seem that way. The paper he noticed the other grab did make his eyes droop a bit, a mumble on his breath as he felt like sinking into his seat. "is that the sign up sheet?" if it was on the others desk, then it was not up for the students. Anyone he directed to the sign up boards probably went back to their rooms frustrated. "Sir the sign up sheet...should be on the sign up board..." he instructed in a hushed tone, trying not to sound pushy towards the teacher. The moment was saved when Dust walked in, a bright smile brimming his features as he stretched his arm up as high as his joints would allow, waving frantically as if some how it was hard to see him in the near empty room. His arm lowering as she chose to sit next to him, excitement evident in ever fiber of the boys body. A bit of a chuckle escaping as the dust escaped around her in a 'poof' of air. The obvious correlation to her name and the event was comedic, and it was good to see the enjoyment in her eyes. He had, since their walk, started to pick up more on the emotions behind her eyes. Leaning over he tried to see what she was writing, retreating to his own space when he realized it was not in a language he could read let alone understand. "Morning Sooraya" he added once back properly in his seat, eyes moving back to their teacher with a raise brow as he introduced himself. They were both X-men right? Was their really a need for an introduction? Maybe the two had never been on a team together. It was possible, their were a fair number of x-men now..wasn't there? WORD COUNT // 422 OUTFIT // Check it out here TAG // Professor Drake//Iceman RPN // Hurray Dust, and Don't worry Bobby, there is still time for sign up hehe

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