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Post by Basil Holmes on May 13, 2010 20:48:57 GMT -5
Professor Holmes sighed. Unfortunately for him, he was assigned the duty of watching the students also unfortunate enough to get caught doing something either a)irritating or b)against the rules. He was notified the moment his last class ended and, though he objected, his words went unheard, so he reluctantly (though with much pursing of his lips and a stiff walk) made his way to the empty room.
It wasn't completely unexpected, as he did arrive early, about twenty minutes so. The room wasn't exactly something many would want to be in, and the excellent detective was no exception. The paint coating the walls was chipped noticeably, and not just because Basil was particularly keen on observing such. The chairs were rickety and half of them had missing bolts, and that's not even scratching the surface. The teacher's eyes scanned the desks and quirked an eyebrow in bemusement at the litter of words presented there.
"Quite the array of vocabulary," he murmured, finger tips tapping a beat for a moment before he gave an exhale and moved onto the larger desk near the front of the room. Setting his briefcase on it cautiously, he immediately ducked to the ground onto his haunches, carefully inspecting the poor workmanship.
"It appears at one point it was quite the fine wood," he muttered, a gloved hand gliding over the rough texture, before leaning forward and licking it. "Rosewood?" he asked indignantly, "Who in their right mind would use such an expensive and fragile wood? A piano or violin is suitable, not a simple desk." Shaking his head, the detective leaned forward so he was on his hands and knees, and crawled forward.
"The termite damage is remarkable," he murmured, lips twisting in distaste, "I doubt the legs will last much longer." Sitting back up on his knees, Basil eyed the chair. Standing up, he slipped into it backwards so his legs straddled the seat, fingers dancing along the worn fabric lining its back. "Poor suture job," he commented, tugging pointedly at a loose thread. "This won't do, not at all."
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- - - - - TAGS: Anyyyyone <3
- - - - - NOTES: ....-cracks up-
- - - - - CREDITS: This template was made by Griffen at CAUTION 2.0. Steal, and I will come and eat your marrow. Don't pretend you're not afraid.
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Post by Basil Holmes on May 13, 2010 23:59:42 GMT -5
The man continued to inspect the chair, eyes scanning over its worn fabric and less than sturdy structure. Really, he expected at least the same treatment the other classrooms got. That is, he was sure the board's negligence towards the furnishings was mainly due to the intent on reminding students they faced this sort of uncomfortable environment for a few hours if they misbehaved. But the teachers deserved a suitable seating arrangement.
At the sound of a door closing however, the detective turned around to view the no doubt awkward student. To his unpleasant surprise, it was the bane of his current existence, and the reason for his current back problems Manuel frequently asked about.
"Honestly Basil. It’s a desk. It didn't murder anyone."
Without a word, said man stood and turned around before he walked to the other side of the room. Coming to a stop before a peeling wall, he pretended to be fascinated and inspected the dull paint.
"Do excuse me if I have a habit of observing what's around me," he replied dryly, a hand raising to stroke the surface softly. Satisfied, he placed both hands behind his back and, clasping them together, approached Ratigan.
"I'm to assume you're the second teacher, then?" he asked stiffly, betraying only professional curiousity, "Well it'll please you to know that I'm more than qualified to handle a simple detention class. You're not needed here, Professor." It was bad enough seeing the man in the hallways, but having to keep watch with him in a deathly silent room filled with students wasn't Basil's idea of a good afternoon.
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- - - - - TAGS: The Rat.
- - - - - NOTES: Hahaaaa~ <3
- - - - - CREDITS: This template was made by Griffen at CAUTION 2.0. Steal, and I will come and eat your marrow. Don't pretend you're not afraid.
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Post by Basil Holmes on May 22, 2010 15:38:39 GMT -5
"I'm not going anywhere. So get over your prissy routine, Detective."
Prissy..prissy attitude? Basil visibly bristled, his lips pursing angrily. This was most hostile! The detective wasn't exactly one to be polite to everyone, and granted, on occasion he was prone to insulting others of inferior intellect, but that was beside the point. He was just busy, he never meant a lot of his words to be taken seriously when that was the case. But this man..this fiend was clearly out of place!
"Lighten up and pull the stick out of your ass. I have to do this since I'm the new teacher. I don't like it. But we have to deal. Also.."
Basil's instincts told him to lean backward in a fleeting sensation of feeling quite like a mouse cornered by a rat, but he shoved those aside. He was a man, not a mere creature, and he didn't fear things just because he was slightly intimidated.
"How are we to become 'friends' as you wish when all you do is act as if I've done something and then you’re cold? Get over yourself 'princess'. If you don't like how I act and do things. Then just go fuck yourself and tell me to leave you alone. Simple. I'm not some teenage boy to come simpering after you like a kicked puppy..." he paused and leaned back. "I showed I was interested in you. Think it over. Cause unless you reject me flat out. I'm going to keep trying, Basil."
First princess, now prissy? Oh honestly, he wasn't about to roll over and accept such verbal abuse! Drawing himself to his full height, Basil turned slowly, jaw clenched as tight as his fists, and eyed Ratigan with carefully controlled indignation.
"I believe, sir," he began, English accent thick, "I wanted to be friends and still very much do, but forgive me if I don't feel exactly comfortable around you." The man had molested him and while it wasn't full out rape as he expected, it was definitely something he wasn't about to forget.
"I respect your romantic interest, if indeed it's even that and not just carnal instincts egging you on, but I do not return them. I thought it was obvious such things are not what I fancy engaging in." There. If that wasn't flat-out rejection, Basil didn't know what was.
After tugging on a spare chair, the brunette approached the main desk. "Since we're both to be here, I'd like it if you kindly moved yourself so I may also sit. I have many case files I need to review." Yes, civil. Well, the bare minimum of civil, anyway. He could work with this.
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- - - - - TAGS: Anyyyyone <3
- - - - - NOTES: .....-cracks up-
- - - - - CREDITS: This template was made by Griffen at CAUTION 2.0. Steal, and I will come and eat your marrow. Don't pretend you're not afraid.
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Post by Vincent Ratigan on May 23, 2010 21:49:31 GMT -5
"I believe, sir," he began, English accent thick, "I wanted to be friends and still very much do, but forgive me if I don't feel exactly comfortable around you."
Vincent rolled his eyes at this. You would think the man was use to it. Basil screamed 'Molest me!'. Vince had seen the looks others gave the detective. Honestly Basil was truly blind. It would get him in serious trouble if the man wasn't careful. Vincent recalled the club, the night they both first met. He had been able to sneak up behind Basil and wrap his arms around him. Vincent felt his blood run a bit cold at the thought of someone far more dangerous being able to sneak up on the other man. But he pushed the thoughts far from his mind as Basil continued his beratement.
"I respect your romantic interest, if indeed it's even that and not just carnal instincts egging you on, but I do not return them. I thought it was obvious such things are not what I fancy engaging in."
Vincent blinked. Was that suppose to be a rejection? Sure didn't seem like a solid one to the dark haired man. Basil was only saying he didn't return his interest.. But Vincent planned on changing that with time. And that he just didn't engage in sexual acts. The chemist nodded a bit. He could deal with that. So. Now he just had to devise a way to seduce the seemingly asexual detective, without involving an outright raping of the delectable man.
"Since we're both to be here, I'd like it if you kindly moved yourself so I may also sit. I have many case files I need to review."
Basil's voice brought him back from his musings and he pursed his lips a bit before simply complying with the request to move. He scooted a bit and opened up part of the desk to Basil. Vincent then pulled out the papers and set them before him. He sighed faintly, pulling out a red pen then relaxed in his chair, pulling the paper right into his lap and bowing his head a bit to allow his eyes to scan over the test papers.
"Oh honestly. How hard is it to balance a formula," he grumbled and rubbed his temple. He could see alot of red marks coming.
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Post by Basil Holmes on May 23, 2010 22:22:53 GMT -5
The detective gave a momentary blink of surprise. He hadn't really expected the villain to comply. Honestly, he foresaw more curses and perhaps a bit of insults thrown his way. But for the man to simply acquiesce to his request was a bit of a shock. He didn't waste anytime however, and instead dragged the chair behind the desk and carefully took a seat. Unfortunately, the desk wasn't built for two people, so he was forced to lift one leg and cross it over the other, otherwise his thigh came into contact with the other man's. And that wasn't something he liked. It wasn't.
Basil reached over and, careful not to touch Ratigan, pulled his briefcase closer to him before pressing the latches and sending it flying open. An assortment of items rolled around noisily, some of which appeared to be loosely connected with scotch tape and others had springs and screws precariously close to popping out. Shoving them aside, the brunette extracted a rather large stack of stapled papers and dropped them in front of him, eyes immediately scanning its contents quickly.
Unfortunately, it was quite..awkward, Basil soon found out. The only source of noise within the room was the steady ticking of the clock (which he noted dryly, was quite cliche), and the shuffling of paper from both men. He became very aware of just how close Ratigan was and conspicuously scooted his chair a little more to the side. He'd been fondled already, he had no desire for any more contact.
Pursing his lips tightly, the detective quietly opened the messenger bag hung over his shoulders and, after digging around for a moment, carefully took out an outrageously large thermos and two tea cups, complete with saucers. Setting them down carefully, Basil unscrewed the lid and poured a reasonable amount into both cups before closing it again and pocketing the container.
Clearing his throat, Basil turned towards his rival, hands clasped tightly in his lap. "It's tea," he commented stiffly, "I'm more than willing to offer you some." With that, he reached over and hesitantly scooted the second tea cup nearer Ratigan, encouraging him to take it in an act of politeness.
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- - - - - TAGS: Raaaatigan.
- - - - - NOTES: The English always turn to tea when uncomfortable.
- - - - - CREDITS: This template was made by Griffen at CAUTION 2.0. Steal, and I will come and eat your marrow. Don't pretend you're not afraid.
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Post by Vincent Ratigan on May 24, 2010 0:01:53 GMT -5
He marked another answer wrong. Lord.. Had his students been paying attention at all in his class. Well prehaps not the females because they tended to be swooning over him. The whole villian teacher was apparently the sin of all these damn girls. He had only been here a week and he was ready to shove the next love letter he got down some teenage girl's throat. He wasn't interested in children. He mentally shuddered. Children were not something of his palate. No. And a big hell no on top of it. He hardly looked at anyone who was more than six years younger than himself. It.. Bothered him for some reason. he liked to keep within his age frame. Might be his vanity though. He didn't feel like being an old man dating a young thing. Or something of that nature.
Another one wrong. God this was pathetic. He would have to go back and reteach the whole chapter. How in the hell were these kids considered the 'advanced class'. No way in hell. He was going to have a talk with the Headmaster. Because this... This was absolutely ridiculious and-
"It's tea."
His thoughts were suddenly cut off as Basil's voice broke his inner ranting. Vincent blinked and lifted his gze over the rim of his glasses, quite surprised he was being offered tea.
"I'm more than willing to offer you some."
Vincent smiled and set the red pen down and reached for it. He plucked up the tea cup and then brought it to his lips. He inhaled the rich aroma then sipped. He visibly calmed. He looked at Basil, his eyes almost.. Well one could say gentle, yet they held that spark of mischief he could never be rid off. "Thank you, Basil. This is really appreciated," he said in a thankful tone, showing he was honestly truly thankful for the tea.
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Post by Basil Holmes on May 24, 2010 0:28:19 GMT -5
Basil's eyes remained locked on the cup as his rival gently took it. Well, he didn't throw it in the detective's face, one good thing to come of this. It was brought to Ratigan's lips and he took a sip. Not an evil sip, though he would argue a lot of things the man did were evil in some way, not a sinister one, just an ordinary sip and then he was setting it down and looking at Basil and Basil realized he'd been staring. Oh.
"Thank you, Basil. This is really appreciated."
Was that a smile? The brunette averted his gaze quickly and pursed his lips once more, feigning indifferent politeness. He scrunched his nose slightly. Did that exist? Whatever, either way, Basil simply gave a small wave of his hand.
"You're welcome," he replied with a sigh, fingers sliding over the case report before flipping the page. Narrowing his eyes, the detective let the page fall down again, shoving it away. "A shoplifting crime? They want me to pick up a minor for stealing candy? Oh, honestly.." he trailed off, shoving the stack of papers back into his briefcase. "I'm not an errand boy," he muttered disdainfully, lips most definitely not pouting. He turned to Ratigan.
"I've rescued the Prime Minister, found the Queen's missing jewels, and stopped a despicable underground animal trading ring! That my talents would be shunted and viewed as mere rumours is an insult I am not going to let go!" Folding his arms, Basil leaned back in his chair, chewing on his bottom lip. He wasn't sulking. Definitely wasn't. "Honestly, I don't believe in stereotypes, but Americans are as ignorant as they come," he muttered, fuming.
- - - - - WORD COUNT: 279
- - - - - TAGS: Raaaatigan.
- - - - - NOTES: Basil's angry in both these threads. I find that funny.
- - - - - CREDITS: This template was made by Griffen at CAUTION 2.0. Steal, and I will come and eat your marrow. Don't pretend you're not afraid.
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