Post by JUSTIN DAMON CONANT on May 9, 2019 14:18:32 GMT
To begin again – it was an ironic gift that the undead had. Justin found his life rebooting for what was possibly the dozenth time in a small town, but this time things were different. Oddly enough at seventy years old it was finally time for him to grow up, but this time he was the oldest Conant in town. Moving on without his parents meant he couldn't live a corrupted life around his siblings and put them in the same danger that led to Dean and Cassandra's end. No more late night casino visits, dive bar pool bets with unsightly company or fist fighting after both the former and the latter events. He could no longer just pack up and skip town if need be, because whether he liked it or not he had three times the obligation.
Justin never thought he would find himself back in any college or university, sorority girls aside. His brother was always the academic mind between the two of them. He found his time in college to be boring, but it was thanks to the human part of him that could feel the effects of alcohol that paved a buzzed and blood fueled path towards his degree. Returning as a professor and not a student, however, meant that he had to leave the bourbon and his lunch at home.
The dark clouds threatened the first day of classes, but the hybrid didn’t mind that at all. With his pearly skin cloaked in stormy weather the new part time sociology 101 professor stood across from the town’s community college taking in the scenery. Having already been traveling with his two siblings for a few decades now he was used to trees and grass as far as the eye could see. Sometimes he did miss concrete forests consisting of sky-rises and low income rundown neighborhoods the cops didn’t venture to, but the big-fish-small-pond feeling was starting to sit well with him. Justin loved the smell of storms but as the sky started to leak he watched as the campus emptied into the building, and that was his cue.
The man was at the doors of the school within seconds, evading those still outside with umbrellas catching up with their peers. He took a more leisurely, one could say human-like jog up the steps to the classroom he would be teaching the nine AM introductory class in. The watch on his wrist read five past nine – fashionably late. The professor sauntered into his class. What he lacked in urgency and joy for the job he made up for in likability, or at the very least leniency and being a fun prick. Two fingers gripped and loosened the tie around his neck before stripping it completely off for it to be messily tucked away into the pocket of his gray slacks. Justin pressed his hand against his chest, smoothing out the oak-brown sleeveless vest layered over top of a semi off-white dress shirt striped with thin blue lines as he cleared his throat. ”I like this class – some of you aren’t morning people and want to start your day later, but for some of you this is already your second class of the day.” A small smile appeared on his face as his gaze went from the students in the room to the comforting dull, gray-scaled natural light coming through the windows. ”My name is Professor Justin Conant, and I am the first kind of person.” He admitted, flashing his smile and attention back to the classroom.
Justin walked slowly to the front of the room where the desk was, having no need to shut the blinds. ”I know the deal, you’re here for general education credits and it was either this or psychology… The professor paused, scanning the room. ”Hopefully you picked my class because you already know that it’s no one’s responsibility to be an emotional sponge and soak up the bad in other people. You see, that kind of thing takes a toll overtime.” Justin crossed his arms as he leaned his backside on the front of his desk, standing tall before the twenty-eight humans of all shapes and sizes. ”You have greater potential than fixing people your entire life, but to be someone in the world you have to know the game of man and how to play. But don’t worry, I’m not going to bore the other half of you that don’t care about this class today. I have no syllabus to give you, so just go to the bookstore and buy whatever Sociology 101 book they have down there I guess.” He shrugged, moving his hands to his pockets.
Justin never thought he would find himself back in any college or university, sorority girls aside. His brother was always the academic mind between the two of them. He found his time in college to be boring, but it was thanks to the human part of him that could feel the effects of alcohol that paved a buzzed and blood fueled path towards his degree. Returning as a professor and not a student, however, meant that he had to leave the bourbon and his lunch at home.
The dark clouds threatened the first day of classes, but the hybrid didn’t mind that at all. With his pearly skin cloaked in stormy weather the new part time sociology 101 professor stood across from the town’s community college taking in the scenery. Having already been traveling with his two siblings for a few decades now he was used to trees and grass as far as the eye could see. Sometimes he did miss concrete forests consisting of sky-rises and low income rundown neighborhoods the cops didn’t venture to, but the big-fish-small-pond feeling was starting to sit well with him. Justin loved the smell of storms but as the sky started to leak he watched as the campus emptied into the building, and that was his cue.
The man was at the doors of the school within seconds, evading those still outside with umbrellas catching up with their peers. He took a more leisurely, one could say human-like jog up the steps to the classroom he would be teaching the nine AM introductory class in. The watch on his wrist read five past nine – fashionably late. The professor sauntered into his class. What he lacked in urgency and joy for the job he made up for in likability, or at the very least leniency and being a fun prick. Two fingers gripped and loosened the tie around his neck before stripping it completely off for it to be messily tucked away into the pocket of his gray slacks. Justin pressed his hand against his chest, smoothing out the oak-brown sleeveless vest layered over top of a semi off-white dress shirt striped with thin blue lines as he cleared his throat. ”I like this class – some of you aren’t morning people and want to start your day later, but for some of you this is already your second class of the day.” A small smile appeared on his face as his gaze went from the students in the room to the comforting dull, gray-scaled natural light coming through the windows. ”My name is Professor Justin Conant, and I am the first kind of person.” He admitted, flashing his smile and attention back to the classroom.
Justin walked slowly to the front of the room where the desk was, having no need to shut the blinds. ”I know the deal, you’re here for general education credits and it was either this or psychology… The professor paused, scanning the room. ”Hopefully you picked my class because you already know that it’s no one’s responsibility to be an emotional sponge and soak up the bad in other people. You see, that kind of thing takes a toll overtime.” Justin crossed his arms as he leaned his backside on the front of his desk, standing tall before the twenty-eight humans of all shapes and sizes. ”You have greater potential than fixing people your entire life, but to be someone in the world you have to know the game of man and how to play. But don’t worry, I’m not going to bore the other half of you that don’t care about this class today. I have no syllabus to give you, so just go to the bookstore and buy whatever Sociology 101 book they have down there I guess.” He shrugged, moving his hands to his pockets.
The less you expect, the bigger the surprise.
”Any questions?”
”Any questions?”