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Cyrus stared down at the students who were sitting in a half circle, looking expectedly at him. He stared with hard blue eyes on them. The looks were ranged from questioning (Zach, Brian, Tamara) to nervous (Eruka), to excited (Maya, Seth).

"Okay," He started. "You now know my name and I know yours. But since you guys are a small class and my only class at that, we should get to now each other a bit more." His strong commanding voice echoed around the nearly empty classroom. He also had a question of his own, what was he supposed to teach these supposedly "gifted" kids? Well, he'll find that out later.

He raised a eyebrow at Tamara's raised hand. "Yes?"

She lowered her hand and pushed a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. "Well, what are exactly supposed to be telling you?" Her voice was perky yet sounded a bit annoyed too.

"Oh, you know." He raised his chin. "The usual. Your name, likes and dislikes, dreams for the future...hobbies..." Silence followed and he swept his gaze over them. Then Seth spoke:

"How 'bout you go first, Cyrus? Your pretty much a mystery to us. Show us how it's done." The others made small sounds of agreements. He paused for a moment. Seth was looking straight into his eyes, waiting, not in disrespect but in eagerness.

"Well, I'm Cyrus Felton. I have no desire to tell you my likes and dislikes…My dreams for the future… Hmm… As for my hobbies…I have lots of hobbies…"

Pause.

Cyrus faintly heard Brian mumble to Zach, "That's telling much, all he really told us was his name." Maya rolled her strikingly bright eyes at them and turned to her new teacher.

"Do you have a job? You know...other than this?" She sounded curious in a genuine way.

He grinned that same crooked smile he used often. "Why yes, but I have a simpler description. Experimentation and observation that's all a true scientist cares about. And I am a scientist. Everything in the world is an experimental test subject, of course that includes myself as well." He heard instantly saw the group's surprise, and sensed the change of mood.

Then they took in his full appearence.

Cyrus was a tall man, probably in his late 20's with faded but handsome aqua eyes. He had dark brown hair that looked purposely styled to seem messy. But the most noticable feature was the zig-zag stiches that was under his left eye that started from the ear to the bridge of his nose and more on his neck.

"Now....who would like to begin?"

-Later-

Cyrus watched them talk among themselves. They were exactly what he expected them to be...Brian: The ignorant egoist, Tamara: the stuck up bully, Zach: the creepy quiet kid, Eruka: the nervous smart kid, Maya: the sweet blond know-it-all and Seth: the confident laid back rebel.

He sighed as he saw Brian throw him a glance and whisper to his sister. Tamara smirked and made no approach to try to hide that they were talking about him.

"Alright," He started, and the kids looked up at him. "Tommorrow, I'll actually start to teach. Now, you guys go, the bell will ring in a few minutes."

He watched as the group disappeared through the door and sighed. He leaned back in his leather chair and closed his eyes, until....

"My, my. Still slacking off I see. You were always like that, Cyrus Felton."

"Wha-Huh?" He stumbled over his words as he tried to focus on the newcomer. Short brown hair. A dark suit. Light skin.

"Bradley! What the hell are you doing here!?!"

Description
Cyrus stared down at the students who were sitting in a half circle, looking expectedly at him. He stared with hard blue eyes on them. The looks were ranged from questioning (Zach, Brian, Tamara) to nervous (Eruka), to excited (Maya, Seth).

"Okay," He started. "You now know my name and I know yours. But since you guys are a small class and my only class at that, we should get to now each other a bit more." His strong commanding voice echoed around the nearly empty classroom. He also had a question of his own, what was he supposed to teach these supposedly "gifted" kids? Well, he'll find that out later.

He raised a eyebrow at Tamara's raised hand. "Yes?"

She lowered her hand and pushed a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. "Well, what are exactly supposed to be telling you?" Her voice was perky yet sounded a bit annoyed too.

"Oh, you know." He raised his chin. "The usual. Your name, likes and dislikes, dreams for the future...hobbies..." Silence followed and he swept his gaze over them. Then Seth spoke:

"How 'bout you go first, Cyrus? Your pretty much a mystery to us. Show us how it's done." The others made small sounds of agreements. He paused for a moment. Seth was looking straight into his eyes, waiting, not in disrespect but in eagerness.

"Well, I'm Cyrus Felton. I have no desire to tell you my likes and dislikes…My dreams for the future… Hmm… As for my hobbies…I have lots of hobbies…"

Pause.

Cyrus faintly heard Brian mumble to Zach, "That's telling much, all he really told us was his name." Maya rolled her strikingly bright eyes at them and turned to her new teacher.

"Do you have a job? You know...other than this?" She sounded curious in a genuine way.

He grinned that same crooked smile he used often. "Why yes, but I have a simpler description. Experimentation and observation that's all a true scientist cares about. And I am a scientist. Everything in the world is an experimental test subject, of course that includes myself as well." He heard instantly saw the group's surprise, and sensed the change of mood.

Then they took in his full appearence.

Cyrus was a tall man, probably in his late 20's with faded but handsome aqua eyes. He had dark brown hair that looked purposely styled to seem messy. But the most noticable feature was the zig-zag stiches that was under his left eye that started from the ear to the bridge of his nose and more on his neck.

"Now....who would like to begin?"

-Later-

Cyrus watched them talk among themselves. They were exactly what he expected them to be...Brian: The ignorant egoist, Tamara: the stuck up bully, Zach: the creepy quiet kid, Eruka: the nervous smart kid, Maya: the sweet blond know-it-all and Seth: the confident laid back rebel.

He sighed as he saw Brian throw him a glance and whisper to his sister. Tamara smirked and made no approach to try to hide that they were talking about him.

"Alright," He started, and the kids looked up at him. "Tommorrow, I'll actually start to teach. Now, you guys go, the bell will ring in a few minutes."

He watched as the group disappeared through the door and sighed. He leaned back in his leather chair and closed his eyes, until....

"My, my. Still slacking off I see. You were always like that, Cyrus Felton."

"Wha-Huh?" He stumbled over his words as he tried to focus on the newcomer. Short brown hair. A dark suit. Light skin.

"Bradley! What the hell are you doing here!?!"