Problem Child (OPEN)

[Satine Ziddler]

Satine peered through her glasses which hung on a delicate chain of black pearls. Her lips were pursed together slightly as she made notes on the student who was to be joining her shortly. The one in question had been having some…problems with the other students. Not being one to judge others, Satine decided to hear their side of the story before coming to any decision on their punishment, or to administer one at all. Her stunning red hair was pulled back into a tight bun. If you didn’t know Satine (and no one did) you would think she was some sort of strict headmistress or something.

Her legs were crossed, polished designer high heels dangling from her tiny feet. Her midnight black skirt that went down to her knees matched perfectly with her business suit jacket. Satine’s ballpoint pen quickly dashed back and forth across the page, making notes of the student who was supposed to be joining her shortly. She took one look at the student’s picture and sighed. “Such a pretty face,” She muttered, examining their features. “Now why go and get in a tussle?” She made a disapproving clucking sound with her tongue as a knock came at the door. “Oh, come in.” Satine called.

[jolie regina lirit]

outfit | shoes


"What exactly do you think you're doing in my room?"
Those were the first words uttered when Jolie entered the astronomy room, hands on her hips and red lips pressed to a sultry pout. What was the school guidance counselor doing in there, really? Counseling someone? Please, that was not what her room was for.

Hands on her hips, she stepped up to the angel, looking down. Lately she'd been incredibly obsessive about her height--she did not like it when other women came close to her height, and especially not when they matched it as Satine had done. Lately she'd worn nothing but heels in hopes of making herself taller. Okay, so it was petty, but she really didn't care.

Satine and Jolie had a rocky relationship. Okay, make that a non-existent relationship. Or you know, jagged and hideous. She couldn't stand the girl, never could, mostly because of the height likeness. And then there was the whole Little Miss Perfect thing.

"If you want to use this room the least you could do is ask."

[Satine Ziddler]

Satine couldn’t help it, a small smile made its way onto her ruby red lips. She carefully removed the glasses from the tip of her nose and looked up at the fellow teacher and former classmate. “Ms. Lirit,” She began, smiling politely up at the dark haired girl. “I had no intention of stealing your classroom.” Satine set the clipboard neatly in her lap, still smiling up at the girl. Satine and Jolie had never really had a friendship or dislike for each other. Then again, Satine didn’t dislike anybody, but some people she did expect more of.

“Being new to this school I was set up here for the time being until my room is furnished.” Satine stood up, standing at a couple of inches above Jolie, but still showing respect towards her. “I hope you don’t mind. If you want I could go and help the children out in the garden.” She shrugged, suggesting the idea to Jolie. She didn’t like conflict, but she could certainly hold her own in a fight.

[jolie regina lirit]

"And who said you could use my room?" Well, that was annoying. "Was it Rebel?" Arms crossed, she took a step away from Satine and turned her back on her, soon starting in a pacing motion. Hell, she was new too (relatively new, at least), but she hadn't had to steal another classroom--of course that was because the previous Astronomy teacher had died. "I bet it was Rebel. That inconsiderate bastard. I mean, Jazz wouldn't do it. Neither would Drayke..." Yes, by now she was indeed talking to herself. "He'd be too busy looking for evidence in the pants of Sluts McGee to be concerned with you."

Realizing what exactly she was doing, she pressed her lips into a pout and took a deep breath, quickly stopping herself mid-rant. Some other time, maybe. Turning back to Satine, she couldn't help but notice. Raising an eyebrow, she looked from Satine's heels for a moment before looking back up to the angel. "How do you walk in those?" Curious, she tilted her head to the side and once more glanced to the shoes. Those had to be at least five inches. "Even I wouldn't be caught dead in those. I mean, they'd make me taller than my dad, and that'd be weird."

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[Satine Ziddler]

Satine looked down at her shoes and giggled. “Yes, I suppose they do make me a tad tall don’t they?” She said thoughtfully. “Ah well,” She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “They’re comfortable and I’m not one to dwell on my height.” She shrugged, drumming her red painted fingers against the clipboard. Looking up at the clock that hung from the wall, Satine sighed, figuring out that the student she was supposed to meet with was indeed not going to show up. So far, she hadn’t felt very welcomed by the members of the staff or the students. She thought making her wings invisible would make things easier for her.

She hated making her wings visible, which is something she did on a very rare occasion, and had only done it twice and on accident. “So this Rebel you keep talking about,” She inquired, putting on her glasses again, the pearls making small clinking sounds. “I assume you’re referring to Mr. Williams the history of magic teacher?” She pursed her lips slightly, giving Jolie a thoughtful expression. “Why are you so inquires about him? I don’t mean to intrude on your personal affairs but…it seems like you’re awfully keen on his whereabouts. Why is this?”

[jolie regina lirit]

What? Jolie was half tempted to demand clarification then and there, without giving that little statement of Satine’s any second thought. But hey, she wasn’t that impulsive. However, the point still stood. Satine had implied something. Something treacherous. Rebel? Really? Please, Jolie thought to herself. I do better than him. I’d be dammed if I settled for that obnoxious vampire. Still, she held her tongue. At least, sort of. When the angel got up the nerve to ask why, Jolie was tempted to snap?

What was her interest? Well, that was simple. She wanted to track the bastard down and wring his neck. She was sick of him staring up her skirt and especially sick of his attitude. But try saying that to the school counselor. She’d call Drayke because of that little threat thinking she was in on the murders most likely. But please. Like she’d ever waste a Friday night murdering someone?
“No big reason. I just wanted to have a word with him about something. So, is he the one that told you to take up space in here or not?” Like a hat had dropped, she’d slipped into a defensive mode. Big fuckin’ deal.

[Satine Ziddler]

Satine, being telepathic, could hear bits and pieces about what she thought of Rebel. It was all anger and hate feelings. Satine wondered if this type of hostility was safe around the children of the school. “I don’t think that with the state of anger that you’re in that it is wise to tell you who gave me permission to use this room,” Satine took off her glasses, making them dangle from the chain of black pearls that was around her slender neck. “But if it angers you so, I will compromise and work in the garden. I do love the sun anyways.” She said fondly, looking out the window.

Satine just loved to spend time in the sun, but you might not have been able to tell because of her fair skin. She recalled the days fondly when she and her sisters would stretch their wings and fly around the property. The feeling of the sun on her wings almost made her want to make the things visible again, something she had not done in a very long time.

(sorry for not posting sooner. school got busy)