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[haden]

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Most people tried very hard not to let their frustrations and anger get to them, but for Holden Austen that was another story. He was a man that was very willing to get mad because it allowed him to control a situation, not a soul messed with him then. When there was a red hazy veil clouding his vision people seemed to notice right away as if his eyes had turned crimson as well. They’d said otherwise though, that his eyes actually jumped to an impressively darker color than his natural coffee shade, to something very close to black cocoa. This of course made him more content to be angry, the simple fact that he was a bit scary.

If someone were to walk in on the acting professor where he was at the first sound stage they’d possibly think he was a different man. Holden was in a remarkably good mood for one reason and one reason only; he’d not had any classes yet today. There were no students around to disappoint him. No one to bring him down, all he had to think about right now was setting up this new five thousand dollar director camera. If a student was enough of an asshole to put gum in this one would seriously decapitate them upon finding out their name.

Murder was a subject Holden had contemplated committing time and time again though he’d simply never put it into motion. There were some days when he plotted it all with intricate little twists and turns to make the whole thing more satisfying but of course the man had no desire to be on death row. Though others would disagree he was very sane and knew right from wrong just like any other well balanced person. Everyone had good and bad days, his bad ones just came more frequently than they did for everyone else, and he was quite used to it by now. Holden didn’t have one thing about himself that he wanted to change; he was perfectly content to be the cold hearted bastard of a professor. Some students still found it in themselves to like him and do their best. They were his favorites.

He stood there idly as he read the instruction manual, his eyes intent as was his facial expression. It wasn’t anything people saw too often and would likely change as soon as someone walked in the room. He was wearing a blue button up shirt, his usual necklaces, nicer tan khaki pants and his ever reliable boots. His dark hair hung in his face slightly as his chocolate eyes scanned line after line of the manual. Holden had put many of these together before but this one was brand new, a new edition and a new brand that he’d never used before. It was the teacher’s job to make sure they figured out the equipment before they let the students have their free reign. Bubble gum, food, and drink were positively not allowed into the film studio, not as long as idiots had opposable thumbs and volatile minds. It would be a constant war even with such rules.

There wasn’t much of a reason for anyone to pay him a visit but he wouldn’t put it past another teacher also in the film department or even drama. He always felt like he had a rivalry with those other teachers, especially the acting specialists. It was a silent battle, a contest of who was better and who had the talented actors. Holden would have gladly traded a few of his less than amazing students but sadly it wasn’t ever up to him to make that decision… he could, however, try talking a kid into coming or going. There weren’t many lengths that could hold the man back when it came to bettering himself or making his job better, he’d do anything so long as it was legal.

Truth be told the professor got away with a lot at Emerson. It was one of the perks of being a film teacher; they were known to be elusive and weren’t expected to be any more or less. Holden felt quite free to do whatever he wanted but in most cases that was to mold his students into film majors. Firsthand experience along with teaching strategy went a long way, the students who couldn’t see that he possessed both talents were probably wasting money on tuition.


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[/size] open // to someone Austen would plausibly come into contact with.
WEARING • •[/size] i'll make one soon, just go with what's in the post.
MUSIC • •[/size] one hand in my pocket, alanis morissette.
NOTES • •[/size] my starters blow & count will probably be about the same for all posts.

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[katherine]

The F block wasn’t normally a common stop in Katherine’s trip around campus. For the most part, her eyes would ignore the concrete structure; she’d walk down the sidewalk past it and end up where she needed to go when she first set out. That, of course, was because she had no need to mix with the film people. She was all but incompetent when it came to movies and plays and whatever else might’ve gone on in that building. Hell, they could’ve been killing people in there and Katherine would be none the wiser. Her eyes had never even glanced at the inside. Today, she had decided to change that. An hour of free time had left her wandering rather aimlessly around campus, and the building known as the ‘F block’ had now gotten her curious. The building itself was, well, just like any other building Katherine had seen. It was square. Altogether uninteresting for someone that didn’t spend their time looking at blueprints or spent their time thinking about how interesting a college campus was. She’d spent enough time on a campus when she was college aged; now she was just here to teach--not to think about the campus itself.

As she pulled open the door to the building, Katherine began humming lightly under her breath. Most classes had either started by now or were already done. As a whole, however, the building was pretty much... quiet. Katherine wasn’t really a fan of silence. When she was alone, there was almost always music of some sort playing. It was only natural. Seeing as how she was now a teacher and not a singer as she had once intended, she was allowed to listen to music and dream that it’d be her. So now, her quiet humming soon became quiet singing. A more... upbeat choice of music compared to her normal, slow opera playlist. Haman, a distinctly swing dancing song, played through her head. Now that she was inside the building, she was finding that it wasn’t anything special. Aside from the equipment in most of the rooms being different--since they were geared towards film, after all, rather than singing--but all in all, it was the same. A mix between tile and carpet on the floor, benches in different places, and a random student here and there text messaging their friends or cramming for a test. It was just about like any other building on campus.

“Hey man, what’s hiding behind that wicked smile?”

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For most, singing while walking down a hall would be uncomfortable. For Katherine, it seemed quite normal. That, and there weren’t more than two people within view, and she doubted they could even hear her. But if she had planned on being a singer at one point, she would’ve had to get over stage fright. And a hallway? Nothing like a stage. Besides, Katherine liked this song and she saw no reason not to sing it. She had to do something. There wasn’t much else in this building that was interesting to her. Scanning the hallway again, her head tilted and singing continued at a quieter level than before. Most of the classrooms (or whatever they were called over here in the film department) were occupied. Which was, in Katherine’s mind, rather sad. She hoped to see a bit of the rooms to see what exactly it was that went into teaching a film student. Or acting, if that was their desired career choice. One of the doors was open, however, and she found that there weren’t students inside.

She almost thought there was nothing inside until she saw the man staring at pieces of a camera. Her singing ceased and returned to a quiet hum as her eyes glanced over him. Seeing as how her interaction on this campus was limited to most of the people in the music department and a few of the other dancing teachers, Katherine could honestly say she’d never seen this man before. She assumed he was a teacher, see as how he was definitely older than most of the students here. Smiling a bit, she rapped lightly on the opened door and redirected her gaze from the camera pieces to the man that was studying them.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” She smiled pleasantly and looked around the room. She really had no intention of meeting anyone on her little tour of the building, though she wasn’t about to walk away without a conversation. Besides, this man looked like he could use a break from his... concentration. “Just wanted to see what it was like over here with all the film majors.”

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[haden]

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Holden was known to be a solitary man and he was always very happy to be as well. People weren’t his favorite things but he’d learned to deal with them in his thirty-five years of life. There were quite a few other things he didn’t like but none so much as people who didn’t mind their own business. Anyone might say that he was just a manically antisocial man but he wasn’t, they just didn’t know him well enough. Holden was perfectly capable of being friendly and nice to some people, it just didn’t happen very often nor did he necessarily like allowing people the chance at acceptance.

He had grown up with every opportunity presented to him on a silver plated platter. His parents never taught him that he had to be very kind to the people he didn’t like but he knew he had to put up with them. The world would never be rid of idiots and that was the cold hard truth that he’d come to realize quite a while ago. There were certain people he liked though, the down to earth ones, the ones who didn’t talk out of their asses, the ones who were real. There weren’t many and there were even fewer to come into contact with, especially with the profession as a college professor. The majority of the students were preoccupied with social drama or themselves, and the teachers were usually too busy with their work to mingle and when they weren’t they were somewhere else more enjoyable. Holden couldn’t blame them.

At this particular moment all he cared about was putting this camera together for a lesson next week. Any disturbances wouldn’t be received very well, mostly if the person happened to be a student. Holden frowned at the manual and gave a frustrated huff at the camera just as he heard someone’s voice resonate near the door. Just what he didn’t want: company. He turned to face her, a slight frown apparent on his face even as he realized that she must have been staff. Holden listened to her, and looked back down at the camera, nodding, “Yeah… well, just a lot of cameras really.” He looked back at her and set the manual down, “And students, I suppose.” His English accent was low, he was almost mumbling over to her.

“There aren’t any here right now though.” He watched her, trying to put a name to her face but he’d never seen her before. The film professor felt awkward, he didn’t have anything to say because he didn’t want to give her a reason to stay longer. Why wasn’t she keeping to herself in her own department? “I’m… Holden Austen… I teach acting mostly.” That and some directing. He’d been semi famous in his younger days when he lived in Hollywood but now he was simply Mister Austen, major asshole the acting coach. The reputation didn’t bother him much, it was better to be feared than to be walked all over.

He studied the woman again, curious about her but at the same time he didn’t want her around at all. His curiosity eventually got the better of him though, as it always did, “Your name is?” He cocked his head to the side, his wavy hair just out of his face now as his dark eyes locked on her. Perhaps he could stare her down and she’d leave more quickly, that’d be entertaining, to scare away a teacher. He didn’t know many of the other staff members, especially the ones in different departments. He oftentimes had to deal with the rest of the film staff and some of the drama members, but once again, she was unfamiliar.


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[/size] to katherine
WEARING • •[/size] i'll make one soon, just go with what's in the post.
MUSIC • •[/size] law and order
NOTES • •[/size] sorry it's so short, i'm running late to go to my friends. hope it doesn't suck.

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[katherine]

Katherine's smile wavered momentarily as the man replied to her in nothing more than a mumble. Pleasant man. A second later, however, the smile was back in place and her eyes glanced away to look around the room. Despite his rather unwilling attitude, Katherine took a few more steps into the room and let her smile widen. She wasn't necessarily a pushy person, but she did enjoy having someone to talk to even if they weren't a thrilled participant. Katherine was determined to draw a worth while conversation out of this man, if only because she had nothing better to do. When all else fails? Annoy another teacher with conversation. It sounded like a plan to her. At least she would be able to get some enjoyment out of it, however long she was able to keep the strained conversation going.

At the mention of his name and teaching subject, Katherine nodded a bit and returned her gaze to him. She was rather surprised to see that he was looking back at her. Staring was more like it. An eyebrow rose slightly, though her smile remained in place. She had the feeling that right now, standing in front of him, she was back in high school where she'd have staring contests with a boy she disliked. Not that she had anything against this man, but the feeling was the same. It was an unspoken challenge. She wasn't supposed to look away first because she knew he wouldn't. Or, something like that. it'd been a long time since she'd actually had a staring contest of any type. Well, like most, Katherine wasn't one to lose willingly. Whether or not he meant it in a challenging way, she wasn't just going to tuck tail and back up, was she? No. No she wasn't. But she could be friendly about it, nonetheless. Because, really, she'd found no reason not to be.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Holden Austen. I'm sorry our paths have never crossed before, but... I rarely run into the film facility." She smiled a bit wider, her gaze unwavering on his face. She was surprised again when the man actually asked her name. She figured she'd have to be the one to bring it up. Apparently, he'd be more willing to have a conversation than she first thought. Not that that was bad either. She was still looking for a distraction, seeing as how there was nothing to do for an hour or two. "Katherine Spencer. I'm the voice coach here. And... I teach some dance classes." Mentioning dance was something she normally left out, if only because she didn't feel her skills were up to par with a few of the other teachers. Voice was her main skill, and that's what she leaned on and told most about. If she wasn't able to be famous, she could at least be glad that she could have been famous. They were similar, right?

Shifting her weight a bit, she crossed her arms in front of her chest to be a bit more comfortable. "So, were you an actor before, Mr. Austen? Forgive me if I've never heard of you, but movies aren't really my forte. That last one I saw in a theater was Stand By Me." A light laugh slipped out before she shrugged her shoulders. "Some people prefer fiction, but I suppose I never really got into it all that much."

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» comments Totally just here because you're sexy. That is all.
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