A Chance Encounter [Maggie]

[TYRIAN BRUNEL]

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The slightly yellowed paper rested between his index finger and his thumb, gently moving up and down in the passing breeze, his aged leather satchel slung over his shoulder making a plop against his thigh as he stepped forward. A few kids had run past him with their hands above their heads and painted across their faces. It was his first job as a teacher and working with little kids wasn't something he had the patience for. Nonetheless, it was the only job that he was offered and he couldn't pass up the chance to move into a small town. The city wasn't really his thing. It was probably the distaste towards cities that prevented him from ever going to college strictly for sports. Fans were much too rowdy. It was cozy in this town and he liked it already. With an emphatic slam, the doors behind him shut and the halls suddenly became empty. Tyrian was either entering in during the transition before periods or he just walked right into his own horror movie. If it was the latter, there was a good chance he wasn't walking out of this building. He hated horror movies and jumped at anything when he got extremely nervous. Crimson eyes glared down at the print of the paper. Nowhere on there did it indicate where the exact location of the principal's office. There was just the order for him to go to the office and wait. Back in elementary school, Tyrian recalled the principal's office being somewhere near the entrance of the school. Unfortunately, as the man turned to look for the door with any indication of it being his destination, he was met with tiny papers with paintings on them; recently made from the looks of their dripping colors. He took a moment to gaze at the creativity at the children. Although some of them, if not all, were considered to be a little devil with the energy of a Tasmanian Devil, they surely made the most of it. The paintings, obviously rudimentary at best, showed little stick figures of families, dogs, cats, and homes with a smiling sun drawn right above its roof. Tyrian's lips began to curl up into a light smile. "Oh that's right..." Tyrian shook his head. "I've gotta find this place." He turned on his heel, his head drooped and his eyes stuck on that piece of paper in his hands, proceeding down the hall with little to no awareness of anything around him. 417. Ms. Maggie. new guy is new

LAIKA OF BTN!

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[MARGUERITE FONTAINE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] You could feel the change in temperature down to your bones as the double doors at the end of the single hallway swung open, letting in the flood of children far too hyped up for this late in the day. Logic dictates that they should have been exhausted from as much as they'd just done during their hour of recess. The two or three teachers in charge of them shuffled in as well, herding them back to their classrooms and hoping that the new gym teacher they were getting in today would stay longer than the others before him had, just so they wouldn't have to keep using their lesson plan time to stand out in the cold and make sure everybody played nice. Only one of the few still managed to keep a smile on her face as she floated in as if riding the bitter breeze itself. She loved her job more than most, and definitely more than her elders who were the only ones left in this one horse town. She followed the kindergartners along and helped some off with their coats and gloves before settling them back at their desks with the teeny chairs and beginning to put everything away in the coat room just outside the door. She heard some activity as the door opened again and poked her head out to see a handful of stragglers from her class and a man holding a slip of faded paper in his hand. He looked like he was going to bolt at any second and she winced inwardly, hoping they hadn't hired some big city jock to come in and handle the scattered age groups at their small village school. She shepherded the three boys still streaked with scarlet and turquoise from this morning's finger painting lesson back into their room before sliding back out into the hallway to see the man glaring down at the paper he held before turning his back to her. She stood silently in the shadow of a support beam for a moment before taking a cautious step. Just as she did, however he spoke suddenly to himself and turned to head down the hall right towards her. For some reason she felt the need to retreat back to her hiding spot and shuffled backward just as quickly as his long legged stride was sending him forward. He went right by without a word and her tongue felt like it weighed a ton before she finally spoke up "Wrong way! If you're looking for the headmaster his office is through a separate external door." What was she doing? Her kids were probably going insane. She glanced across the hall to see a teacher for the older kids eyeing her through the small square of glass in the door and Maggie smiled, thumbing over her shoulder towards the classroom where the older woman's five-year-old grandson was sitting quietly, knowing she couldn't resist a chance to leave her hoodlums alone to their paper airplane making to spend some time with him. The exchange happened in an instant as Maggie stepped on up and Mrs. Turner flew over and threw open the door plastered with pastel ABCs to read the children a story. "I could show you if you like." she said, suddenly feeling braver and closing the short distance between them.

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MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[TYRIAN BRUNEL]

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Tyrian attempted to read the headmaster’s name but a passing shower had dripped some water onto the surface of the Manila paper. Through strained eyes, he tried to make out the name but he was unsuccessful in his attempt. He curled the corner of his lip up, figuring that the headmaster would have some sort of nameplate on the desk. That’s when a feminine voice was heard from his side. Slightly thrown off from the unexpected voice, he took a step to the side, away from the person. She had some advice for the bumbling idiot who had no idea where he was going. ”Holy jeez. Who was that?” The redhead turned to the source of the voice seeing a petite woman approaching him. For someone to have approached a complete stranger, she was pretty daring. She also, coincidentally, offered some assistance to help the man find his way to the headmaster’s office. He chuckled nervously, his left hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, hi! I didn’t uh, see you there.” With that nervous smile on his face, he glanced at the paper, which clearly had no directions to this imaginary office and deducted that his attempts to find this place on his own would only end in failure and most likely a job termination. “Um, that’d be great actually,” he responded, trying to empty his flushed face of the red that filled it. To be scared by a female was pretty embarrassing seeing as the norm was that females were gentle creatures. He dropped his head and his arms, “I have no idea where I am right now. I’m kind of sort of new to town.” His voice clearly expressed his exasperation. Slipping the paper into his satchel, he lifted his head and regained his composure. With his typical stupid grin on his face, he scoffed. “I’m Ty. The new gym teacher,” the man said, holding his right hand out for that awkward first handshake. “I take it you’re one of the teachers here.” 315. Ms. Maggie. new guy is new

LAIKA OF BTN!

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[MARGUERITE FONTAINE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] Maggie wondered if she should have just gone back to class by the startled look he shot her way. But there was no going back now, so she just offered up a smile once she'd crossed the hall to stand by him and plucked the paper from his fingertips boldly. "Yep, good to see confirmation that I'm not just approaching a random person who wandered in." She smiled softly when he decided to accept her help after all and turned on her heel, hoping he would follow after as he continued to speak, telling her he was new to town. "Oh....well maybe you don't know how small towns work. But you and a few others have been the talk of this place ever since you crossed city limits. At least for the older folk like Mrs. Turner back there and my parents." He told her his name and the position he would be filling and she couldn't help but to breathe a sigh of relief as she said, "That's wonderful! We've needed a proper health and phys ed instructor for awhile now. Mostly we just let them run around outside until they're ready to pass out and then teach them how to properly sneeze into their elbows.". She passed on through the double doors again, shielding her eyes from the bright sun that refused to heat up the chilly school yard. They walked around a hedge that jutted out on both sides of the entrance to an ornately carved wooden door labeled "Headmaster Dinkleberg" She answered his attempt at a question with a short nod before saying, "Yep, I'm Miss Fontaine, pre-k and kindergarten teacher extraordinaire. But you can call me Maggie for short if you like. So where are you from Ty? If you don't mind my asking." Maggie hesitated outside the door, hoping the man in charge wasn't busy. He could switch on the charm when he wanted to impress someone but just didn't have the disposition to deal with the day to day unexpectancies of his job. Shivering a bit she glanced around trying to decide whether or not to go on in and wondered why she hadn't thought to grab her damn coat before running out here to help tall pale and ginger.

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MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[TYRIAN BRUNEL]

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Completely ignoring his attempt at a handshake, the woman snatched the paper right out of his fingertips. Apparently there was no time for the shaking of hands or names. Watching the woman look at the paper, he raised a brow to see what reaction he would get for being the new teacher at the school. He felt a bit odd at first, having felt something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Was he going to be made an outcast by the faculty? Or was he going to be welcomed into the tiny community with open arms. Fortunately, the woman didn’t give him any grief for having wandered in, completely unaware of his surroundings. “Yeah. It’d be pretty bad if I were some sort of serial killer who sought school teachers.” He responded. What a horrible, horrible thing to say. She continued with her speech, informing the redhead of the talk going around town about himself and a few others who had recently moved into this quiet little town. ”Not even twenty-four hours in this place and people are already talking about me?” He thought to himself. ”What could possibly be gossiping about me?” His eyes slammed shut for a moment as he erased the question from his mind. “That’s… interesting,” his voice lowered into a murmur. Falling behind, he picked up the pace to follow her out of the double doors and proceeded to walk slightly off to her side and behind her as she continued towards the headmaster’s office. It was chilly, the frost nibbling against his skin. It was nearly Spring and that meant there was going to be a need to discuss germs, allergies, and the proper etiquette in sneezing, as was mentioned by her approval in his arrival. Just outside the doors, she introduced herself to him, finally. Maggie Fontaine was her name; Fontaine being her actual surname and Maggie being some sort of nickname. No parent was crazy enough to name their child with a nickname. “I’m actually pretty far from home. It’s about a three day train ride from here to there. It’s not even on the map,” he responded to her interrogative statement with a slight chuckle. His last comment was an exaggeration but its implication was clear. Wherever he was from was pretty unknown to the outside world, save for the government who taxed its citizens. “But if you really want to know, it’s this little podunk town called Pallet Town.” Had he not noticed her slight shiver, he would have simply walked in with a farewell, but something tugged at him within his chest. “I’d rather you not walk through the school yard in the freezing cold without a jacket. And I’m pretty bad on introductions myself. Maybe you can… soften up the guy before I meet him? Unless he’s a giant brute with no feelings whatsoever, but um,” he paused, then broke into another small chuckle. “Please don’t let me go in there alone.” It was becoming more and more apparent that the tall man was nervous. He had no idea what he was walking into and the suspense was giving him the jitters. 538. Ms. Maggie. new guy is new

LAIKA OF BTN!

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[MARGUERITE FONTAINE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] The pipsqueak brunette had been so focused on making a good impression with Ty that she ended up making a bad one when she overlooked his outstretched hand after his introduction. She winced when he said he could have been a serial killer, "That would probably knock me out of teacher of the year if I was stupid enough to walk off with the teacher slayer. Maybe I should have stayed with my class after all just in case." she said, certain it had been an attempt at a joke. He seemed nervous. Once he'd said where he was from she made a face, trying to think if it was one of those obscure ports she'd been to with her dad back in the day but it didn't sound familiar - he was right. But to make him feel better, she said "That's okay, you probably hadn't heard of Pastora before now either. That's the trouble with small towns, eh?" she offered up another beaming smile, still shuffling her feet at the door and checking her watch. When he requested that she come in with him she wondered just how long it would take in here. He'd probably just have to fill out some paperwork if he hadn't sent it ahead when he'd taken the position. Now he didn't just seem nervous - he reeked of it. She nodded and turned the handle of the door to the main office where a blast of toasty heat washed over them. She couldn't help but to sigh inwardly at the difference in quality central heating in here compared to the rickety, hissing radiators in the school building. On especially cold mornings you could see your breath in the halls and the kids kept their coats and mittens on until noon. She smiled oh so brightly to his secretary and approached the tall oak desk, peering over the edge as she leaned casually against it, "Hello Martha - the new gym teacher is here..." she said and tried not to laugh as the older woman looked back at Ty - the look on her face speaking volumes, as well as the flush to her cheeks. Calm down you old bird! she thought, keeping the smile frozen on her face as she continued, "He got lost looking for the headmaster's office and I thought I would show him the way. Is there anything he needs to fill out or show you for identification or should I just show him back to Donnie's office?" she asked, shifting back and forth on her feet until she'd sidled over in front of Martha's gaze without realizing that's what she was doing. Maggie turned slightly and motioned for Ty to come on up by her, realizing she hadn't even gotten his last name and therefor couldn't formally introduce him herself. She hoped she was doing a decent enough job of making a better impression as their time together went on. It would have broken her heart to finally have another educator close in age only to run him off after their first encounter.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 120px; padding: 15px; background-color: 312925;] 515 WORDS PAGING MR. BRUNEL

MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[TYRIAN BRUNEL]

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Miss Fontaine had a sense of humor which he found to be a sort of relief to the nervous man. To be quite honest, he wasn’t nervous about meeting face-to-face with a man he had zero knowledge about, it was the fact that he was standing in front of a brunette that nearly made his heart skip a beat. If it did, though, he would probably have to go to the hospital for an irregular heartbeat. Nonetheless, she clearly didn’t pick up on the fact that he was a shy guy around the opposite sex, probably taking the nervousness to be the jitters prior to a meeting with the big bad boss. It was pretty rude of the man to not open the door for Maggie. She was, after all, a woman and should be treated as such. Not in the sexist kind of way, but with chivalry. After chuckling at her responses to his questions, he followed blindly into another new room, this one warmer than the actual school building. Maggie took charge and initiated conversation with the elderly woman who didn’t seem to care much about anyone other than her paperwork. Ty, honestly, was a bit intimidated by the woman. She fit the role of going home after a long day of work and knit in her giant chair while her fifty cats roamed her old-person-smell home. Maggie introduced Tyrian as the new gym teacher and not by his name. It seemed appropriate not to, figuring she didn’t know his actual name. Waiting for his opening, Tyrian adjusted his collar, the left side of it slightly sticking up, but his reaction was too late. Maggie had already diverted the old hag’s attention to the redhead. “Um, hi Miss uh…,” His eyes focused on the brass nameplate that sat atop the oak table. “Miss May… Maywho. Miss Maywho!” She didn’t seem very impressed by the man’s arrival in her office let alone his idiocy. “So you’re the new gym teacher, huh?” She snarled. “Don’t look like much to me,” the woman scoffed as Tyrian felt his self-esteem drop to a new low. “Can I see some identification please?” Her hand appeared above the oak table as her attention and her other hand was averted to a drawer. Tyrian stumbled to find his leather wallet, his hands still shaking. “Uh, here you go.” Within her hands, Tyrian’s ID sat. The elderly woman took it before her eyes, lifting her glasses from the bridge of her nose. Tyrian made a sheepish smile towards Maggie as he caught her eyes for a quick second. Scanning the man’s identification card over a few times, she finally spoke, breaking the silence that filled the room. “Tyrian Brunel? What kind of name is tha- You know what? I’ll just send you right into his office. I’m too busy to be questioning your parents’ decision. Go right in.” Tyrian let out a sigh of relief, gripping the edges of his ID as the woman held it out towards him. “Good luck, Mr. Brunel.” Nervously, he gulped. 523. Ms. Maggie. new guy is new

LAIKA OF BTN!

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[MARGUERITE FONTAINE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] Maggie was oblivious to any discomfort he may have felt around her, just continuing to flash him a small smile now and then as she spoke out of habit more than anything else. She hadn't noticed any lack of chivalry on his part - although they grew up in a small town she wasn't the type that men took the trouble of opening doors for. And she'd grown up a tomboy, casting lines from her father's fishing boat and coming into town reeking of the sea and toil. She was admittedly glad to see that he was either unfazed by Martha's gawking at him or he just wasn't aware which made him somehow...sexier? a little voice cropped up in the back of her mind teasingly. She blushed at the route her mind had taken and tore her gaze away from him, realizing she too had been ogling while he fixed his collar - how darling!!! - and fidgeted to locate his ID. Martha managed to become her old crotchety self in a matter of seconds once she too sensed that he wasn't interested in anything she could possibly have to offer even after all these years. She really let him have it, laying her bitchyness on thick. "Oh Martha, you know just how to make a body feel welcome, huh?" Maggie managed to bite out, frowning from behind Ty at her. It may have worked at least a little since she wished him luck after the smattering of insults she'd managed to fit into such a tiny span of time. Maggie crept along beside of him to the office door, wondering if it would be inappropriate to go in with him. He still seemed so nervous and she didn't want to send him in blindly, but she knew it would cause the headmaster to question his capabilities if he had to have a woman hold his hand through everything so she smiled reassuringly and said, "He's a puppy with the whole bark and the bite thing. Don't worry, you've already got the job, just get through this first meeting to start the new year off right. I'll be here waiting when you get out if you'd like." She ignored the grunt of disapproval from Martha Maywho gives a flying fuck and grabbed his hand suddenly to give it a squeeze, hesitating to drop it once she'd done so because of the spark she felt fly between her tiny fingers against his calloused palm. It caused her to blush and she let it fall at last, bringing her hands close to her chest in a recoil instantly. She mumbled something - she wasn't even sure what - before sidestepping and tripping over a lamp. "For fuck's sake..." she swore under her breath, rubbing her ankle pitifully in the floor. Martha didn't skip a rattly breath or move an inch to check on her and she hoped that Ty had already gone into the office before the fiasco. She couldn't stand to have him see her clumsy self like this. So much for a good impression!

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MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[TYRIAN BRUNEL]

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Martha was now confirmed to be the old hag that she appeared to be. After no resolve to be friendly to the newcomer, she continued on with her duties as the secretary, her glasses focused on the white sheets of paper that littered her desk. Tyrian couldn’t help but feel bad for the woman. She seemed lonely, to say the least. Of course, there was also that feeling of dread in his chest just by looking at her but the feeling soon vanished as Maggie took it upon herself to poke fun at the wicked witch of the desk with a question regarding the elderly woman’s character. In the meanwhile, Tyrian had already made his way towards the door that read: “Headmaster Dinkleburg” written in bolded black text outlined by a thin layer of gold. The smoked glass was nearly impossible to look through but his crimson eyes were able to detect a faded figure sitting at a desk. Prior to his entrance into the office, he felt a sudden warmth wrap around a small portion of his hand. For a moment, he relived a memory that he wanted to erase from his mind. The feeling of someone holding his hand felt nice. It brought with it trust and love but this time it was unexpected. Tyrian froze halfway in his cadence to glance down at his hand which Maggie held for a mere second, only to retract it and walk off, her hands close to her. There was a sudden feeling in his chest. It was like a wind had blown the dust that layered upon his soul, revealing within the warmth that once loomed in his chest. He blushed slightly, awestruck from the quick contact between himself and the female. ”I… I… That felt…” His thoughts were cut off by the sudden illumination of his face from a window. The headmaster had taken the time to open the door to his office and welcome the new gym teacher into his office. “I take it you’re Mr. Brunel. Welcome. Welcome. Come on in,” without hesitation, the man gripped Tyrian’s shoulder and dragged him into the large, yet cozy office of his. Being lead into the room, the older man motioned for the man to sit in the small chair before the large executive desk that sat in between two windows. “Tyrian Brunel, I take it you were busy for the last few days. You were expected here two days ago!" The man grumbled, opening up a small drawer, withdrawing a folder. "We’ve been in desperate need for a good gym teacher for a good while now. All the other ones decided it was a good idea to flee town and find another job. Or... or... or I fired them because they couldn’t handle a bunch of five and six-year-olds!" Dinkleburg chuckled, eyeing the print before him. "Now before you say anything Mr. Brunel, I must ask you one thing: Are you ready to deal with these kids? Are you?” The massive amount of words that were spewing out of the man’s mouth left Tyrian at a draw. There was no way to get a word in and to top it off, the headmaster asked a question that he did not expect in the slightest. “I mean uh… I took the job knowing that I’d be dealing with kids, so I’m pretty sure I can ha-” “Good. Good. Good. Then you can start today, correct?” The bald man asked, flipping through some more papers in a green folder. Once again unable to respond, Dinkleburg continued. “Alright, son! Looks like you’ll be starting today. You probably have your own whistle right, soccer star? Alright, good! Your first class will be following Miss Fontaine’s class which will be followed by lunch. Oh boy!” Tyrian sat in awe. There was so much being thrown at him. “Alright, now off with you, Mr. Brunel. You already sent in your papers ahead of time so you should be all set!” Tyrian stood up as the man had dismissed him from his presence. Just as the redhead neared the door to leave, the headmaster decided that there was an addendum needed. “Oh and one more thing Mr. Brunel! If you mess up, I will not hesitate to fire you. Have a nice day.” Tyrian left the office, having only spent three minutes inside the room of confusion that was the headmaster’s office. Was he serious about firing the lad if he couldn’t do his job properly? It was, after all, his first day. Mistakes were inevitable. 773. Ms. Maggie. new guy is new

LAIKA OF BTN!

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[MARGUERITE FONTAINE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] "Lovely meeting you, Ty but I gotta get back to my class she said and wandered the fuck away.

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 120px; padding: 15px; background-color: 312925;] 100,000,000 WORDS PAGING MR. BRUNEL

MADE BY MINNIE OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

[MIKKI]

theme music that plays as she walks away with a smile on her face