| Attic of the Carriage House, Midnight |
[Jun. 17th, 2007|10:56 pm] |
El stared at the bottle of rum, thinking about drinking it.
It wasn't his fault, really. It wasn't. There was nothing he could have done about it. He barely knew the girl.
And then the phone started ringing. He reached out and tentatively touched it, looking at the caller ID.
Then he answered it.
"Hello?" |
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| Carriage House Attic, Monday evening |
[May. 28th, 2007|08:46 pm] |
El frowned at his guitar as he sat in a threadbare easy chair.
This thing was so horrifically out of tune it was a crime.
In fact, it was more than a crime. It was a hearsay against music.
[[Open for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) side_spook, NFB]] |
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| OOC: Game Break |
[May. 2nd, 2007|07:49 pm] |
From here on out, this journal will be used for the game of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) milieux_ecole, not fandomhigh.
Thus, if you play fandomhigh and don't want random El spam, might be a good idea to remove it. Thanks everyone, it's been a trip! |
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| Causeway, noonish |
[May. 1st, 2007|11:16 am] |
Damn Sands.
He had submitted his electronic letter of resignation. He had e-mailed everyone he thought might have wanted to know that he was leaving.
And now it was time to pick up his guitars and walk off and away, just like he always did.
Just like he always did.
[[OOC: Goodbye post for El. If you thought you would receive notice? You did.]] |
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| Guitar Class Grades |
[Apr. 30th, 2007|11:54 pm] |
Pip Bernadette – DNF
Shawn Farrell – A-
Kaoru Hitachiin – B-
Yasutora Sado – A-
Nadia Santos - A
Miley Stewart - B
[[Mostly based on attendance. If you think your character should have gotten something else, lemme know.]] |
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| El Mariachi Office Hours, Wednesday |
[Apr. 25th, 2007|03:45 pm] |
El swore into the phone and threw it down at the desk, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
Damn Sands and his information network. Damn El Pistolero for following him here.
And damn whatever it was that kept him out of Mexico still, no matter what sort of threat El Pistolero posed to this town.
[[Office hours open, for possibly the last time with El]] |
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| El Mariachi Office Hours, Wednesday Morning |
[Apr. 4th, 2007|06:06 pm] |
El wondered where Yondaime had been that morning. Wasn't like him to stay out late.
He hoped he was alright, although he felt fairly certain that the ninja could take care of himself.
Was that a tremor in the force he felt, or was it his stomach being cranky about the breakfast tacos he had that morning?
No one would ever know.
Still, he was open for Office Houring. |
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| El Mariachi - Office Hours |
[Mar. 21st, 2007|04:22 pm] |
El was starting to wonder if he should take a more personal interest in Dance Club activities.
A lot of people seemed pretty embaressed by this week's choice.
Still, he was available for office hours if people needed them. |
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| El Mariachi, Office Hours |
[Mar. 7th, 2007|04:37 pm] |
El Pistolero alive...
This did not bode well for, well, anything. He might be one man, but El knew exactly how dangerous just one man could be, even to an entire town.
El was rather lost in thought, but could probably be jolted out of it by a student or a fellow teacher. |
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| Office Hours, Wednesday |
[Feb. 21st, 2007|06:50 pm] |
El was doing research for tomorrow's class as he waited for any students to come in.
And was amazed to find that people still played lutes. Who was this "Sting" person? |
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| Office Hours, Monday |
[Feb. 19th, 2007|02:13 pm] |
El was, on the one hand, glad to have his roommate back in non-weetiny!form.
On the other hand? Keeping an eye on young Yondaime had rather reminded him of caring for his own daughter.
Back when she was alive.
El plucked out a melancholy tune on his guitar while waiting for Kyo to show up. |
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| Wednesday Evening, 29 Chimera Court |
[Feb. 14th, 2007|12:59 pm] |
El leaned back in a chair and stared out into the night.
On this day?
It was very difficult not to think of Carolina.
[[For certain mairachis.]] |
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| Office Hours, Wednesday Afternoon |
[Feb. 14th, 2007|10:07 am] |
El had decided that the whole getting dinner thing? Wasn't going to work with such conflicting schedules.
So he had sent out an e-mail to all his mentees to come and talk to him individually during his office hours.
He was waiting there now and trying to look "mentor-y". Little realizing that he already kind of did. |
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| El Mariachi Office Hours, Wednesday All Day |
[Feb. 7th, 2007|05:42 pm] |
El's feet?
Totally not on his desk today.
He was playing his guitar, but he felt that with the school board in town? The feet on the desk was pushing things a little too far. |
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| El Mariachi Office Hours |
[Jan. 31st, 2007|04:01 pm] |
El was very disturbed by this revelation of an evil student.
He was no stranger to evil, nor was he any stranger to betrayal. But it was as he had said before.
People this young should not be introduced to this sort of horror.
[[He's pensive, but not pensive enough that you can't interrupt him.]] |
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| El Mariachi, Office Hours |
[Jan. 24th, 2007|05:31 pm] |
El was playing a jaunty tune.
Yes, jaunty. Mr.-mopey-black-clothing-no-name? Was playing something jaunty.
And somewhere in Hell, the Devil pulled on a coat.
His door was open for anyone who needed to talk to him, the jaunty tune wafting out into the hallways. |
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| 29 Chimera Court, basement |
[Jan. 20th, 2007|10:56 am] |
Armand rose from his... bed? And looked around the basement he was in.
Why was he up during the day? Ridiculous.
He rolled over and fell asleep again.
[[Yep, El is Armand from the movie version of "Interview with a Vampire". He obviously won't be out until tonight. Not open for interaction, unless Yondaime wants to come down.]] |
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| E-mail to all Guitar class students |
[Jan. 17th, 2007|08:03 pm] |
To: Guitar Students
From: El_Mariachi@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Guitars
Students. If you personally own a guitar, bring it to class tomorrow. I wish to see a practical demonstration of your skills as well as seeing what kind of equipment you already own.
-El |
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| El Mariachi's office hours, Wednesday |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|12:37 pm] |
Touring America had been great and all, but when he got back, El still had to, you know, write a syllabus and prepare a class.
So here he is, hard at work in his office. His guitar placed to the side and him bent over a yellow legal pad.
He is totally interruptable. |
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| 29 Chimera Court, evening |
[Jan. 8th, 2007|06:11 pm] |
El walked up the steps of the court and eyed the sign that now visible.
Billy or Yondaime must have come back.
He placed his guitar case up against the wall and sat down in one of the porch chairs, enjoying the sunset before he had to go inside.
[[Open to Yondaime, anyone who wants to rent a room, or anyone who just might be passing by.]] |
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