Post by Sebastian LeBanon on Apr 17, 2012 20:32:49 GMT -5
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For a town in America this academy is actually quite impressive. Sebastian LeBanon, Viscount of the LeBanon estates and currently residing in rural Texas looked at the surrounding around him. Sebastian’s shoulder length dark hair was tied back at the moment in a small ponytail keeping it away from his face. At an even six feet and dressed in Britain’s finest, he perhaps stood out a bit. He patted his andalusian mare Anastasia on the neck before handing her over to the stablemen at the academy. He had not known how far away his new work place was and didn’t want to chance being late by walking. Now that he knew it would only take him about fifteen minutes to walk the distance he rode he’d be walking from here on out. Unless I’m late for something. Or I want to sleep in, you never know how an extra fifteen minutes will improve your day. Sebastian smiled as he walked up the front desk and spoke to the woman sitting there.
“Hello madam, my name is Sebastian LeBanon, I’m starting today. Perhaps you could direct me to the place I’m supposed to go for university level classes.” The woman paused for a moment captivated by his odd accent and handsome looks before she snapped herself out of it. Blushing slightly she hurried to answer him as she kept her hands busy with the papers in front of her, “Yes, uh, yes all new students should report to the auditorium for orientation. Here’s a map of the academy if you get lost. The auditorium is right here.” She handed him the paper and pointed out the building. He stored it in his memory for later but reached inside his bag to grab his license. Most people didn’t believe him when he stated he had two degrees in history and psychology so it was best just to carry it with him to prove it. “That's wonderful, I’ll keep it in mind and I’m sure this map will be useful but you see here…I’m actually a teacher. So where do the teacher go for orientation?” Teasing her slightly was part of his nature, he didn’t mean anything by it and most people didn’t even get his subtle jokes. The woman stammered and blushed apologizing profusely for the mistake as he assured her, it really did happen all the time. This time she gave him the correct directions and he headed out to meet who he’d be working with.
Strolling down the halls at his own pace Sebastian took the time to look around at his new work place. It seemed to be far less structured than many schools in England and had a friendlier atmosphere by far. A desk clerk that actually blushed instead of staring at you like you were the one that had made the mistake. Sebastian would have to give her a month or two to see if that friendly demeanor hardened up with the beginning of the school year. There were no gargoyles staring at you as you entered so he gave the decorator a plus on that. He was interested in seeing the people he’d be working with and getting started with his students. He was never sure what Americans would do next. In fact they were his current study. The way they responded to things, behaved, talked, thought; most of it was different from the British high society. Even the Americans that liked to think they were British high society got it wrong and had shifted the values that England so highly admired. Now meeting their teachers and even being one of them would be Sebastian’s job. And a better job I couldn’t think of. Getting paid to do what I love most and having the opportunity to study large amounts of Americans as they constantly pour through the doors. This will be a great experience. Sebastian finally reached the office that was to be his and opened it with a quiet squeak. Obviously this place is rather new. He set his bags down and started to unpack, spreading his own things throughout the room before he went to see the dean.
