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nextgenerationmarvel2013-10-02 08:53 pm
alisa_lebeau_v3) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-10-02 08:53 pm
Job Interview (Xavier Institute, might be open)
Alisa left ahead of schedule from her Manhattan apartment to the Xavier Institute. She was worried about traffic on the Taconic parkway, as well as her ability to get up the stairs of the school and make her interview in a timely fashion. But she managed to make it with fifteen minutes to spar. She parked in the visitor's parking lot in her Shelby Cobra. It felt good to be able to drive her car again, and without a single issue regarding her leg!
She got out of her car casually, grabbing her portfolio that rested on the passenger seat, along with her references, degrees, and other things needed to prove she was able to teach Art. Ashe she was turning over a new leaf, Alisa actually changed her wardrobe. No longer was she wearing black and white clothing with pin stripes. She wore a pink blouse with a brown belt around her waist, and a flared red and pink plaid skirt that went to the top of her knees.
"Feels good to finally do what I want for once. She thought to herself as she made her way to the main building of the school. It took her awhile to get up the steps, but she made it carrying everything she had brought with her. Eventually Alisa found one of the school's sectaries (rather whoever was working for the day), and was instructed to sit by the administrator's office to wait until she was called for her interview. The drive here was not so bad, the wait, however, was nail biting.
She got out of her car casually, grabbing her portfolio that rested on the passenger seat, along with her references, degrees, and other things needed to prove she was able to teach Art. Ashe she was turning over a new leaf, Alisa actually changed her wardrobe. No longer was she wearing black and white clothing with pin stripes. She wore a pink blouse with a brown belt around her waist, and a flared red and pink plaid skirt that went to the top of her knees.
"Feels good to finally do what I want for once. She thought to herself as she made her way to the main building of the school. It took her awhile to get up the steps, but she made it carrying everything she had brought with her. Eventually Alisa found one of the school's sectaries (rather whoever was working for the day), and was instructed to sit by the administrator's office to wait until she was called for her interview. The drive here was not so bad, the wait, however, was nail biting.
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She turned to leave, but not before stopping at the door. "Is it true Remy LeBeau's kid is a student here? If so, tell my niece or nephew de Guilds ain' worth joinin' or bein' apart o'. Dey'll only lead to ruin an' dis school is a better future den whatever de Guilds got to offer."
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It better be. Also, you better not be wearing anything but a pair of really tight, really short shorts. It could never be said Rachel didn't know what she wanted.
She blinked at the question. She smoothly covered it with a "I'm not at liberty to discuss who is enrolled at the school. But if I run across a student like that, I will relay the message."
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"What do I do now..." She asked herself, her hands tapping along the steering wheel. "Got a few paintings I could finish. maybe work on dem... find out what makes me happy."
Carefully, Alisa put her car in reverse and left the school. Places like this were just dreams, and facing the reality was a bit harsh. She needed to work on herself, somehow.
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