Professor Weirdo

Professor Ryan Foster Teaching Biology "If you are lucky enough to find a weirdo never let them go."

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Lockdown

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stellaemerson:

“Dude, calm your shit,” Stella walked over to help the professor. She reached up and pulled the cords to release the blinds. “Not sure how these blinds are going to help, unless you’re some vampire hiding from the light. Shit can still get through, but whatever it’s fixed,” she rolled her eyes and walked away, finding a chair to slump into. She was agitated, and hungry, and was in desperate need of a charger. She wasn’t here to cater to some freaked out professor’s needs. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in charge here? Wanna fill us in?” Stella tapped her fingers on the wooden arm of the chair. She wasn’t nervous, she was just annoyed. The seriousness hadn’t hit her yet, in her eyes, it was just some overreaction that was causing a major inconvenience in her eyes. “Also, while you’re at it. Do you store any snacks in that desk?”

Ryan was grateful at Stella’s actions. Even though she seemed to be annoyed at the situation, at least she had helped him. He took a moment to compose himself, whispering some calming words and closing his eyes. He then turned around and went to the door, checked if it was locked. 

“I wish I could” Ryan responded “Unfortunately I know just about as much as you do. I know that it’s a lockdown, which means none of this was planned beforehand.” When she asked for snacks, he simply murmured “bottom right” before continuing “We should stay put here, stay away from the windows, and wait for someone to tell us it’s alright to leave.”

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Lockdown

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rubyredgilstein:

The way things happened was confusing and a total blur for Ruby. An alarm that she had never in her life heard suddenly rang and even she had to admit it was scary as fuck to hear it blaring so loudly all over campus. All she could register was people being pushed into different rooms, everyone being grouped together. It was some sort of panic alarm, apparently? Her eyes scanned everywhere, hoping to find a familiar face, but apparently she’d have to go through this alone. Ruby did not like that one bit. As fearless as she was, there were some things she just didn’t appreciate. 

In the same room as she was, she found her roommate and she gave a small sigh of relief. There were also other people around and on the far end of the room, by the windows, a professor seemed to be going insane with wanting to pull down the blinds. Ruby didn’t understand him? There was nothing to look out. The outside seemed as dead as the inside of the buildings. 

When he screamed for someone to help him, Ruby thought twice before going near that scene. No one was moving and Ruby’s patience level was going down. 

“Professor?” she said, her voice neutral. She had seen the professor around the science department, but had never taken a class with him. 

“Can you calm down? You’re freaking everyone out.”

Ryan merely looked to the student who wanted nothing to do with him and turned back around to work at the blinds. They were finally pulled down and Ryan sighed with relief. He tousled his hair briefly, his whole body shaking. He stood at the window and shook out his hands, taking slow breaths in and out. He whispered three words to himself: Elm Street, Walnut Street, Maple Avenue. After that, his whole demeanor seemed to calm and he turned around to face the others.

“Sorry” was all he mumbled out before he briskly walked towards the door and made sure that it was locked. “Everyone, stay away from the windows. I know this is annoying but it’s best that we stick to protocol.”

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Texts:Ryan

Melody: Ryan, are you having a panic attack? You sound like you're having a panic attack.

Melody: Yes, lock the doors and cover the windows where possible and just... wait it out, I suppose. That's pretty much the extent to what I have been told regarding this entire situation.

Melody: If it was a fire, i'm pretty sure we would be evacuating the building, not locking ourselves inside it.

Melody: I'm good, well, sort of. Are you going to be okay?

Ryan: yep winter is here and i dont have a jacket

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Texts:Ryan

Melody: Ryan?

Melody: Sorry to bother you, I hope you're safe, crammed into a locked room like the rest of us. Do you know what's going on? Everyone's asking but...

Ryan: who dis new number

Ryan: Just kidding. I make stupid jokes when I'm nervous or in danger.

Ryan: Which means I'm basically useless.

Ryan: I'm okay, I guess.

Ryan: It's okay. I'm okay. Aren't you supposed to shut/cover windows and barricade yourself in these types of situations?

Ryan: But what if it's a fire?

Ryan: We didn't start the fire, it was alwways burnin' since something something 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ryan: Haha sorry

Ryan: You good?

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Lockdown

Specifically for -- @stellaemerson @lily-nordin @rubyredgilstein

Ryan was making his way from classrooms when he heard the alarm that meant the school was going into lockdown. His heart began to race but he didn’t have a moment to react before being escorted to the Collette Center. Once inside, he ran over to the windows to peer outside but all he could see was more students being escorted. After that, the college was a ghost town. His knuckles went white from how hard he was gripping onto the window sill and a flash of a thought entered his mind. He had seen movies and TV shows were buildings went into lockdown and the thing they always said was stay away from the windows.

At this thought, Ryan was in an immediate panic. He was grabbing--pulling--yanking at the window, doing everything in his power to get the blinds to come down. But he was too frantic; his hands too sweaty and his mind reeling with possibilities to come up with a real-world solution. In the heat of the moment, he breathed out “Somebody help me!” in hopes that whoever was in here with him would lend a hand.

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Despite announcing quite clearly his dislike of sports games of any kind, Ryan still ended up attending the one that Melody has spoken to him about. She had mentioned that she didn’t go to them for the game but instead to meet people. Although Ryan was far from the people person, he couldn’t get the idea out of his mind and before he knew it, he was behind the wheel driving to the game.

On the way there, he had considered turning around. He could go to a restaurant instead. Or maybe to a movie. But while his mind was busy thinking of all the alternatives, a part of him was stuck in pilot mode and he found himself pulling into the parking lot of where the game was to be held. It took him a few minutes to find parking but he eventually did. He sat in his car, listening to his own breath and thinking about what he was doing here. He could feel anxiety itching the back of his neck, dying to be brought to the surface. But he brushed it off and told himself it was no big deal. It was just a college game.

Ryan made his way out of his car and began to walk the distance to where the game was being held. He was still clad in what he wore to his classes that day, which consisted of a bright red Minnie Mouse sweater and brown corduroy jeans. He cursed himself for wearing it because it was a lot warmer outside than he was used to; the school was always cold.

Nevertheless, he made his way to the game and soon found himself in a crowd of unfamiliar faces. As others passed by him, Ryan stood at the edge of the bleachers and watched as things seemed to die down. He scanned the crowd, desperately trying to find a familiar face that he could latch onto. But soon the crowd seemed to get louder and music began to blast through the loud speakers. It must be some sort of half-time because people everywhere were beginning to laugh and get up to dance. They all started to bump into Ryan, as he seemed to be placed at the worst spot possible. In the chaos, he tried to move out of the way and ended up nearly knocking someone over. Ryan turned to apologize and realized that the person was Melody.

He laughed, she laughed, everyone was laughing. With a shrug, Ryan eloquently bowed and asked for her hand--which she provided. Soon the two were bumping into everyone as Ryan guided Melody into a grand ballroom dance only seen in 19th century based movies. The two were laughing at the crowds of people laughing at them and in that moment, it was bliss.

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Askbox Drabble Prompts

☂ - Our characters get stormed in together

✎ - Our characters are supposed to be doing homework but get bored and/or distracted

♚ - Our characters have a night in the pub

ϟ - One of our characters has a panic attack

☼ - Our characters have a child together

✪ - First date

❣ - “Because I’m love with you, idiot!”

⚥ - One of our characters is caught in a compromising position.

➳ - Our characters serve detention together (or one of them is supervising the other’s detention)

✿ - Headcanon: My character’s first kiss

♥ - The moment my character realizes they’re in love

☯ - Flash forward AU: our characters’ children get married

☢ - “If you don’t tell him/her, I swear to god I will!”

▲ - My character confesses something to yours

☾- One of our characters shows up to the other’s place drunk.

↮ - Our characters are trapped in a closet (or other small space) together

★ - My character having a fantasy/wet dream

♜- Midnight snacks

☞- Our characters move in together

✖ - Envy

ღ - Desire

☌ - Insecurity

ø - My character suffers from amnesia and can’t remember yours

¢- Someone loses a bet

⚔ - Adrenaline

✛ - Dreamcast my character’s kid(s)

☸ - My character at their lowest of lows; your character encounters mine

✑ - An entry from my character’s journal

✯- “Before you, I didn’t have this problem!”

♙- My character dreams of their future

♟- My character dreams of your character’s future

❄ - Mistletoe

☃- Our characters act like they’re twelve

℉ - Dog days of summer

≠ - Cutting loose ends

ℳ - Marry me

⌘ - Our characters dance together

✌ - Winning

♛ - “Screw this!”

✞ - Our characters attend a funeral or visit a tombstone

♮- Our characters as old geezers

☟ - “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

♞ - Dark Horse: Your character surprises mine (specify how)

✉ - “I can’t do this anymore.”

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melodybaxter:

The reason that she would be attending the game, even though she was sure she could find many other things to do, was simple but not one she would easily admit. She never liked to believe that she could be anything like her mother, but unfortunately, image had become an ‘everything’ in her life. She didn’t care much how she looked, physically, as long as she was happy, but her mother had taught her and her sister a long time ago that showing up to the right event, at the right time, could worked wonders for how people perceived you. Melody wanted to be liked. “You’re right, I’m free to do as I please” she shrugged, leaning back against one of the desks. “It’s something for me to do instead of sitting in my bedroom alone, besides, I always meet the most interesting people there” she smiled, “that’s why I go, really”.

She rolled her eyes, “always a loophole with you, isn’t there? You know, one day I will succeed in my mission of getting you to relax, even if it kills me” she smirked, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a cocky eyebrow. “A librarian died there? Figures I guess” she murmured, shrugging, not entirely sure if he was joking or not, but the shushing of people seemed a little far fetched, as did the ‘ghost hunters’ disappearance. “I don’t think it was a librarian though, living or dead, maybe that side of the library is just unnaturally cold and noisy at two in the morning…”

Ryan suddenly understood the reasoning behind Melody wanting to go to the game in the first place. It wasn’t to watch the game at all, but rather, to watch and interact with the people there. “Ah,” he mused aloud “Makes sense now. You go there for the people, not to watch the game. I get it.”

At her mention of him relaxing, Ryan ended up dropping the book with a loud thud. Instead of immediately going to pick it up, he just looked at it splayed on the ground in disbelief, as if he had just dropped his favorite cupcake. But then he was laughing, half because of his clumsiness and half because she believed his story about the ghost in the library. “You’ll have to watch Ghostbusters sometime, the original first then the new one if you like it.”

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lily-nordin:

The way he spoke about the events of Cabot Creek caught her attention, it been the first time since entering the class from that she fully looked at his direction, her eyes full of wonder, for years she had heard all these rumours and stories of the strange happenings that would go on here, but none of them she ever took seriously, however with Ryan, there was something in his tone of voice that made her started to think differently.

She stopped swinging, her legs and sat up straight on the table that she still remained seated on. 

“So tell me, what is your side to some of these stories”

Ryan couldn’t contain the grin that bloomed across his face when she asked him what he thought of the strange occurrences going on. He, of course, had a lot of theories some of which were pretty out there and which he knew he had to reserve only for the ones he could trust to not think he was insane. 

“It’s true, Cabot Creek is rooted in strange occurrences none of which are at all new.” Ryan pulled a hand through his messy hair, sighing “But it would take quite a long time to explain. Probably an entire semester of classes. How about you first tell me about any experiences you have and we’ll go from there?”

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A study in portraits: Professor Ryan Foster

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CCU Characters as the 12 archetypes (source)

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ryan & james || midnight crawler

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jamesplatt:

        THERE WAS SOMETHING profoundly wrong with the man before him. One word came to mind as James’s eyes studied the way the other moved, just so. He was tapped. The distant look in his eyes as wheels clearly turned, the bizarre journal he clung to throughout this otherworldly experience, the way he appeared wired and alert despite the hour of the night, and the tone of his voice when he replied. He hadn’t answered James entirely- hadn’t verified that he was, indeed, a professor, had instead focused solely on the Shadow People. James took a tentative step backwards, not sure if he could trust this man.

        “Why–” he croaked, realizing how dry and scratchy his mouth and throat had become in those few chilling moments. He swallowed repeatedly, but it did nothing to soothe the sensation. What he needed was water, and lots of it. “Why are you being so friggen casual. Shadow People, man? Really? You’ve seen this shit before? Looked pretty fucking demonic. Never was sure I believe–”

        He cut himself off, his eyes jerky as his belly twisted and he had to dig the soles of his feet into the pliable Earth beneath them. This was the kind of shit his mother talked about. Demons and Hell, Satan and the savior- Jesus Christ. She clung to the Bible like a lifeline and James, for a good portion of his life, believed without question. To this day, as skeptical as he was, the stories she told remained in the back of his head and he could not help but think that maybe, after all this time, she’d been completely right. 

        “You’re so goddamn calm,” James said blankly, both a question and a statement. The other offered to walk him back to his place and though James wanted to scream no, he didn’t exactly like the idea of being alone; he’d watched one too many horror movies and this- Christ- whatever this was, was far more terrifying than any of the movies he’d ever seen. “Yeah, alright. I’m in the Art House.”

Ryan immediately threw his hands into the air as the student was so clearly shaken up by the whole ordeal. Ryan wasn’t sure that he would have a different reaction if he had seen a shadow person followed by a crazed man tracking it, with a journal full of insane ramblings in tow. 

With hands raised in an attempt at looking harmless, Ryan answered “Okay, hey I get it. You just saw a supernatural entity for probably the first time and here I am rambling on about it. Sorry--I just...” Ryan stopped himself, wrung a hand through his messy hair again. He could tell that the student was going through some inner turmoil, questioning things he had been taught. Ryan figured he would give him the chance to calm down. Rambling on would do nothing but harm at the point these two were at.

“I’m a Professor here, biology, if that’s any help. Sorry if I spooked you. I don’t want to freak you out, so I’ll gladly walk you back if you don’t want me to, I totally understand.” Ryan shrugged, unsure of what to do at this moment. If the student wanted him to walk him back, he would, and if he didn’t then Ryan would still watch to make sure he got back safely. It was the least he could do.

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OOC: Where you at!?!?!? If I don't get more of Professor Foster i might lose my mind. I haven't had the honor of chatting or plotting with you yet but I can't wait for the day that comes because you seem like such a fun person to plot with

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lily-nordin:

Lily shrugged “to be honest, I actually know that campus well. I’m in my third year, just seeing if I could still pass as newbie” she laughed, “Obviously it doesn’t work on my professors”. She pulled a face of disgust when he mentioned to the Game Of Thrones club, her legs swung back and forth under the table “Seriously, you’re another one obsessed with that blood show, I thought Melody was the only one” Lily rolled her eyes, she really didn’t see why so many people had become fascinated by it, not that she had ever watched it herself. 

“Well, to be honest, I’ve heard a few things over the last two years, most I believe to be hearsay, literally some students are convinced this place is haunted and makes people do all sorts of weird week, it’s got worse since that professor's car was found… what was her name again?”. She looked at him for a moment, curious as to why he had sort of avoided her question. “It isn’t like it was caused by some sort of voodoo, I mean I know past students have either died on campus and that, some took their own lives but come on, I’m sure we’re not to only university shit has happened to”.

When she mentioned that she already knew the campus, Ryan let out an audible “oh” as if he was disappointed. He always loved sharing information about Cabot Creek and was sad that she really didn’t need any new information about what was around campus. He laughed when she spoke ill of Game of Thrones. He had to admit that at first, he thought it was going to be stupid. He had read too many things online, people in the fandom screaming about inconsistencies. “Ah, well it is what you make of it. I don’t think it is everyone’s cup of tea and that’s alright. But I wouldn’t look too much into what people say. You have to see it to believe it and all that.”

“Oh” was all Ryan said when she went on to speak about the strange occurrences at Cabot Creek. “Well some of it is true, some of it is rumors, and some of it is a little bit in between. There’s three sides to every story: Mine, Yours, and The Truth.”

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melodybaxter:

She grinned, his ‘fair enough’ sounding a lot like an admittance of defeat to her, he was agreeing with her way of thinking and she would gladly take it. It must have been difficult for him, she thought, as such a young looking professor who got along well with nearly every student he taught, not that it was difficult - he was very easy going and enthusiastic. She almost felt envious of those who took his class - almost - but she wasn’t a science girl and never would be. She laughed at his outburst of the word ‘yuck’ in response to her mention of the football game. She hadn’t truly expected him to want to go and his reaction confirmed her suspicion. “Well, I didn’t want to say anything but… yes, I could tell. Neither am I, to be honest” she shrugged. “I guess I will just get frozen on my own”.

she hummed for a moment, before popping her lips and offering, “I could glue your feet to the floor? That might slow you down a little” she teased, a grin spreading across her face as she glanced over the book she had given him, that he was still playing with, looking eager to read it. “Deerfield? Yeah, that is a little further than I am, Borden is further away but still on campus. it might not be just your imagination though… I wanted to ask you… do you know anything about the library? I mean, like it’s history…” She had definitely witnessed something, she didn’t know what it was, but she had felt it and it had felt abnormal to her. If there was anyone to ask about supernatural occurrences on campus, it was Ryan.

Ryan had his fair share of students who didn’t like him as a professor. It was never a middle ground with him, you either loved him or hated him. He preferred to make friends with students, though, because Cabot Creek was like a family to him and not just a job. “Why go then?” He asked, shrugging “I mean, you are free to go to anything that you want of course; you’re an adult. I was just wondering why you would want to go to something you don’t seem all that interested in.” Ryan was curious, it seemed odd to him that someone would attend something if they didn’t seem keen on the idea.

“Nah” Ryan laughed at the notion of his feet being glued down “I’d just take my shoes off.” Ryan’s restless nature began to take hold as he now began to toss the book between his hands. It was something he did without thinking, something he barely noticed doing. When she spoke about the library, he was interested and thought he would play a little joke on her. “Oh yeah, there’s some centuries-old librarian in there, said to wander the shelves and shush anyone who dares to be too loud. I heard they brought in ghost hunters to try and get rid of it but when they came across the ghost, it scared them so badly that they were never seen again.”

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"This is the last time I'm going to ask nicely, Ryan. Can you please... Please, not leave the bloody bathroom light on!"

Ryan was knee-deep in reading a book. He was cozy sitting with his feet tucked up on his favorite chair, completely immersed in the story. He could hear his roommate’s complaints but his eyes couldn’t lift from the story. He was in the middle of reading a sentence. It took him a few minutes to go from reading to listening. It was like his brain heard that a voice was speaking to him and it took a few moments to change gears. Ryan did a slow movement, craning his head to look at his roommate, who was standing by the bathroom with the light on.

“What? Did you say something?” he answered after a long pause.

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jineshbhatt:

“You know what,” Jinesh sighed “I will spell it out for you” he marched over to the closest light switch, pointing at it in an overly dramatic motion. “This..” he pointed again “This is a light switch, and do you know what it does?” He switched it on and off multiple times, the clicks irritating him even more “It turns lights off…” Jinesh stomped over to the bathroom, turning the light off, and then turning back to face Ryan…

“Use it!” He ordered, before marching away to his room. 

Ryan stared in disbelief as his roommate turned to the light switch and began flickering the lights on and off, over and over again. He really wasn’t sure what to say or do. Ryan knew that he had a problem with remembering things but he could have sworn that he turned the light off, although he couldn’t be certain. When Jinesh finally stormed away to sulk in his room, all Ryan could do was mutter out a “sorry” before he shrugged and returned to his book, forgetting the incident had ever happened.

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peterhannington:

Midnight, outside Faustus Hall

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“What are you doing?”  Peter stood, arms crossed in front of him as he stared at the taller figure.  He was crouched in the bushes, fumbling around for something or other.  Peter glanced down at his watch, an eyebrow raising in the lamp-lit street.  “It’s like… midnight.  If you’re not careful, someone might think you’re trying to hide something.  Especially out here.” Faustus was known around campus for being a bit of a sore spot for administration.  

Ryan was taken by surprise when he heard a voice speaking to him. He hadn’t expected anyone to be wandering around so late at night and it scared him enough that he jumped. “What?” Ryan looked towards the other man, completely confused as to what was going on. “It’s that late already? Damn.”