What is Goth?
Hugo:
Woke up to his alarm clock, only something felt wrong yet again. He rolled over to Voltaire who smiled "Morning buttercup." Hugo screamed and jumped out bed. "What....How....WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!?!?!?" Voltaire sat up and tilting his head. He then gives a small shrug to Hugo "Well you don't really have anywhere else to sleep." Hugo jumps and opens the bedroom door, points frantically to the couch "THAT CAN BE USE AS A BED!" Voltaire stared at the couch as if insulted to be told such. He then got up slowly and says "If you're worried I'm going to 'probe you'..." He said making air quotations. "I am not, your not my type anyways." moving past Hugo and out of the room.
Hugo shuts his door and felt oddly insulted "I don't believe this, I'm not even an aliens type." Part of him was wondering why that even matter or bothered him. He tries to shake it off and go back to his somewhat normal routine, only today he didn't bother posing in the mirror. Mainly cause he knew Voltaire was listening and it was just awkward to be ask why he did what he did or say what he says. Hugo walked into the living room, but to his surprise Voltaire was not there. There was a moment of bliss ignorance, before it all came back. He remembers Voltaire is a professor now, he then realized it was in physics mathematics. Right in the field of which he studies, he wanted to work in nuclear engineer. Now he realizing that one of his teachers is the alien living in his apartment, he tried to wrap his head around that.
Voltaire:
Got into the class room early, already putting up problems for the days brain teaser. He was very busy last night, prepping pop quizzes, not mention the long road of getting everyone back on track. He knew it was not going to be easy, but he hoped the kids in this class were not there just to have it filled. He moved around the room, glancing at the chairs, he was surveying to make sure from where he stood he could see everyone.
He had changed his look only slightly, instead of his Victorian style cloths, he wore what people called regular style cloths. He looked like a professor, he even wore glasses. He heard a bell and knew it was the cue for the students to head to class, soon his room was filling up with eager minds and not so eager minds. Voltaire grinned and could not wait to start "Ok class, I am..." he turns and writes his name on the chalk board. "Mr. Hawthorne." grinning at this alias, it was good. Everyone just sat in their seat, Voltaire turned and addresses them once again."Since I am new, I have a pop quiz for you all to complete." Everyone moaned, few comment about it blowing, some were excited. Voltaire handed out a stack of papers to the front, for them to pass back. "This will let me know where you stand in this class. For those who do well, I know I need not to hold your hand. For those lacking, just means you need a little more attention. Don't get discourage, cause when I am done, everyone will be on the same page." One student raised his hand, he didn't really look like he belong in the class.
Voltaire points at him "Yes?" the boy spoke up "Do you really think you can get us all on the same page?" Voltaire shrugs "Well that is the goal, I will try my hardest to." the boy seem to challenge him "But what if you can't?" Voltaire raised a brow "Then I have failed you all." Another spoke up " Ya but if a few don't get it, then they just don't get it." Voltaire smiled "True, but its my job that they do, so I will work hard to make sure all get it. If nothing else, you all will learn something from this class that will help you in this world." Everyone seem to quite down and got started on the pop quiz.
Hugo:
Walked home from school, he was relieved to know Voltaire wasn't his teacher yet. Though he was sure next semester he would be. He got home and glance around, no Voltaire, this was odd yet good. He could pretend his life was normal for a moment, moving to heat up a hot pocket. He grabbed a controller and turned on his game system and t.v. figure why not some down time. Few hours passed and Hugo was deep into some online playing, few choice words were said and often he would jump up and move around the room.
Hugo had a headset on, so he didn't realize Voltaire was behind him. Watching with a raised brow, he moved to the kitchen and just let Hugo be. After thirty minutes more of play, Hugo took his headset off, grinning a goofy grin. Once he turned he gave a shriek, startled by Voltaire. "What, why do you always scream when you see me?" Hugo takes a deep breath "Well sorry, but I guess I'm just not use to anyone in my apartment yet." Voltaire shook his head. "Well I fixed what was wrong with this place." Hugo looked confused "What was wrong with my place." Voltaire grinned and lefts a box full of alcohol "This, makes everything better." Hugo chuckled a little and moved over " Well this is um liquor, but ya it does make everything seem better." Voltaire made himself a glass of rum and then moves to the couch. "Can I ask you something?"
Hugo moved to look at the bottles and see what he like. "Um ya, whats up?" Voltaire looks at his cup "What is Goth?" Hugo looked up "Goth? Wh-why do you ask?" Voltaire shrugs "I mean the other day those guys called me goth, you have and few today. I wonder what is it?" Hugo thought a moment and shrugs "Um well its a style, like what you wear and such, Goths are um dark. They always wear black and obsess with the dead and supernatural." Voltaire just stared at Hugo "And you all think I am Goth?" Hugo fidget some "Well yeah, you kinda fit the part."
Voltaire made a face "Pff whatever, just cause a person dresses good and has good taste, doesn't mean they are something. That is what is wrong with you humans, have to put titles on everything." Hugo shrugged " I guess you are right,I mean people say I'm a loser, thats my style." Voltaire tilts his head " thats not a style, thats giving up. You are not giving up, I won't let you." Hugo smirked at his comment.
Woke up to his alarm clock, only something felt wrong yet again. He rolled over to Voltaire who smiled "Morning buttercup." Hugo screamed and jumped out bed. "What....How....WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!?!?!?" Voltaire sat up and tilting his head. He then gives a small shrug to Hugo "Well you don't really have anywhere else to sleep." Hugo jumps and opens the bedroom door, points frantically to the couch "THAT CAN BE USE AS A BED!" Voltaire stared at the couch as if insulted to be told such. He then got up slowly and says "If you're worried I'm going to 'probe you'..." He said making air quotations. "I am not, your not my type anyways." moving past Hugo and out of the room.
Hugo shuts his door and felt oddly insulted "I don't believe this, I'm not even an aliens type." Part of him was wondering why that even matter or bothered him. He tries to shake it off and go back to his somewhat normal routine, only today he didn't bother posing in the mirror. Mainly cause he knew Voltaire was listening and it was just awkward to be ask why he did what he did or say what he says. Hugo walked into the living room, but to his surprise Voltaire was not there. There was a moment of bliss ignorance, before it all came back. He remembers Voltaire is a professor now, he then realized it was in physics mathematics. Right in the field of which he studies, he wanted to work in nuclear engineer. Now he realizing that one of his teachers is the alien living in his apartment, he tried to wrap his head around that.
Voltaire:
Got into the class room early, already putting up problems for the days brain teaser. He was very busy last night, prepping pop quizzes, not mention the long road of getting everyone back on track. He knew it was not going to be easy, but he hoped the kids in this class were not there just to have it filled. He moved around the room, glancing at the chairs, he was surveying to make sure from where he stood he could see everyone.
He had changed his look only slightly, instead of his Victorian style cloths, he wore what people called regular style cloths. He looked like a professor, he even wore glasses. He heard a bell and knew it was the cue for the students to head to class, soon his room was filling up with eager minds and not so eager minds. Voltaire grinned and could not wait to start "Ok class, I am..." he turns and writes his name on the chalk board. "Mr. Hawthorne." grinning at this alias, it was good. Everyone just sat in their seat, Voltaire turned and addresses them once again."Since I am new, I have a pop quiz for you all to complete." Everyone moaned, few comment about it blowing, some were excited. Voltaire handed out a stack of papers to the front, for them to pass back. "This will let me know where you stand in this class. For those who do well, I know I need not to hold your hand. For those lacking, just means you need a little more attention. Don't get discourage, cause when I am done, everyone will be on the same page." One student raised his hand, he didn't really look like he belong in the class.
Voltaire points at him "Yes?" the boy spoke up "Do you really think you can get us all on the same page?" Voltaire shrugs "Well that is the goal, I will try my hardest to." the boy seem to challenge him "But what if you can't?" Voltaire raised a brow "Then I have failed you all." Another spoke up " Ya but if a few don't get it, then they just don't get it." Voltaire smiled "True, but its my job that they do, so I will work hard to make sure all get it. If nothing else, you all will learn something from this class that will help you in this world." Everyone seem to quite down and got started on the pop quiz.
Hugo:
Walked home from school, he was relieved to know Voltaire wasn't his teacher yet. Though he was sure next semester he would be. He got home and glance around, no Voltaire, this was odd yet good. He could pretend his life was normal for a moment, moving to heat up a hot pocket. He grabbed a controller and turned on his game system and t.v. figure why not some down time. Few hours passed and Hugo was deep into some online playing, few choice words were said and often he would jump up and move around the room.
Hugo had a headset on, so he didn't realize Voltaire was behind him. Watching with a raised brow, he moved to the kitchen and just let Hugo be. After thirty minutes more of play, Hugo took his headset off, grinning a goofy grin. Once he turned he gave a shriek, startled by Voltaire. "What, why do you always scream when you see me?" Hugo takes a deep breath "Well sorry, but I guess I'm just not use to anyone in my apartment yet." Voltaire shook his head. "Well I fixed what was wrong with this place." Hugo looked confused "What was wrong with my place." Voltaire grinned and lefts a box full of alcohol "This, makes everything better." Hugo chuckled a little and moved over " Well this is um liquor, but ya it does make everything seem better." Voltaire made himself a glass of rum and then moves to the couch. "Can I ask you something?"
Hugo moved to look at the bottles and see what he like. "Um ya, whats up?" Voltaire looks at his cup "What is Goth?" Hugo looked up "Goth? Wh-why do you ask?" Voltaire shrugs "I mean the other day those guys called me goth, you have and few today. I wonder what is it?" Hugo thought a moment and shrugs "Um well its a style, like what you wear and such, Goths are um dark. They always wear black and obsess with the dead and supernatural." Voltaire just stared at Hugo "And you all think I am Goth?" Hugo fidget some "Well yeah, you kinda fit the part."
Voltaire made a face "Pff whatever, just cause a person dresses good and has good taste, doesn't mean they are something. That is what is wrong with you humans, have to put titles on everything." Hugo shrugged " I guess you are right,I mean people say I'm a loser, thats my style." Voltaire tilts his head " thats not a style, thats giving up. You are not giving up, I won't let you." Hugo smirked at his comment.
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