:: number with no name

[:: maddox]

:: base eight is really like base ten really...

Ethan leaned lethargically into the bar across the door to the exit of Lawrence Hall. The bar moved forward and the door clicked, giving him freedom from his professor at least for the next few moments. He adjusted the strap on his shoulder which held his heavy books before stepping out into the warm weather. It was early enough in summer that the humidity was still at bay, and so there was every incentive to be out of class. He grabbed his phone out of his back pocket, and quickly responded to a text message he had received during class. He couldn't bring himself to go back to his dorm -- mostly because his roommate was probably curled up in the sheets with yet another one night stand. It wasn't that Ethan approved or disproved of that lifestyle choice, but he would be damned if he had to see the awkward morning after one more time. Instead he walked over towards the lake sitting right in front of Lawrence Hall, letting his bag of books drop on the ground beside him.

He slouched back into the bench, watching the sun slowly giving way to the horizon in the late afternoon sky. He ran the tip of his tongue pensively over the edge of his teeth, running over the Astrophysics equations introduced in class today. When am I ever going to use this... He wasn't even interested in Astrophysics, but it was required to graduate, and as such he was taking it. He was jerked back out of his internal monologue when a multitude of other classes let out and the quad became increasingly more populated. Ethan suddenly began people watching nonchalantly -- not interested in anyone in particular, just buying time until he was sure he could go safely back to his dorm room without interrupting anything.

...if you are missing two fingers ::

[ooc: woooooow muse died.]

[L.ithium]

Professor Tain Miyaki

Tain was beginning to think his temporary profession was not worth it. As he exited from Strong Hall, his gait and expression were listless, a cigarette hanging forgotten from his lips. It was not worth it to get up before 10 in the morning in order to make his first class on time. It was not worth it to grade fifty, sixty, seventy student papers a night when the students could not even grasp the concept of their, there, and they're- in their native tongue, no less. It was not worth the socially awkward girls in their late teens who had red every single book he had published clinging on to his arm as he tried to escape to his car or invaiding every office hour, attempting to discover more reasons than the plain fact their their writing was absolute drivel that he didn't just looooooove their lastest creative writing story.

It wasn't even like he was getting his own writing done.

It was stealing his sleep and making him have ulcers. Hell, he already had ulcers, but with the constant annoyance he wouldn't be surprised if he had a fit one day soon in class and had to make a hospital trip. Truth was, however, it took very little to annoy Tain Miyaki.

The problem with these girls (oh, there were some guys, too, but the vast majority were girls) was that they were better suited to a science discipline. He really would throw up if he saw one more almost-Mary-Sue but with enough redeeming qualities to not be one character. It was almost as terrible as the full-blown thing. It was as if his students were writing from a formula. He could almost envison it now. You must keep your character under 15 points. If she is super-beautiful, that's 5 points. Has some amazing unique talent? Another 5. Oh, but watch out, she is getting close to 15 so you better add in clumsy which subtracts 3.

"Ugh."

The professor almost looks a bit surprised he had made a noise aloud. Looking around, he notices he had walked all the way down to the lake in front of Lawrence Hall without realizing it, and was now standing staring into the waters. He checks his watch. It was 4:15. He was already late for his four o'clock class... might as well not go. Yeah. Might as well. He finally removes the cigarette from his mouth briefly to light it, then pushes a hand up through his tousled golden hair.

Miyaki, who might have been well dressed if his shirt and trousers were ironed and his shirt wasn't unbuttoned so far at the throat, stands staring further at the pond, his thoughts obviously distant. He needed sleep, that much was apparent. If there had been more students around to notice, a few of them may have expressed concern over the hazard his standing so near the water looking borderline comatose presented. As it was though, he may have just not heard them at all...[/font][/color]