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Attic of the Carriage House, Midnight
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.
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Carriage House Attic, Monday evening
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.
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OOC: Game Break
From here on out, this journal will be used for the game of 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! -
Causeway, noonish
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 ( Read more... ) -
Guitar Class Grades
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.]] -
El Mariachi Office Hours, Wednesday
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 ( Read more... ) -
El Mariachi Office Hours, Wednesday Morning
El wondered where Yondaime had been that morning. Wasn't like him to stay out late ( Read more... ) -
El Mariachi - Office Hours
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. -
El Mariachi, Office Hours
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. -
Office Hours, Wednesday
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?