Rod(erick) Winters

Roderick Winters 35 years old English Teacher (applicant)

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dom-anderson:

“Be as much of a perfectionist as your little heart desires…” Dom chuckled reaching back to pat his shoulder. He then turned back to order himself another drink. “Two more shots and a beer please…” The bartender sighed hesitantly but did as Dom had asked. Dominic let out almost a dramatic sigh. “No… it is uh… you see… I retired from boxing and came home. My dad died. It was all… all just a mess…” He murmured, stumbling over his words.

“I’m sorry to hear that, mate. I didn’t know.” Well, any chances of him drinking that were just washed away after that comment. As for Dom he seemed to be just starting. Rod felt glad that the bartender didn’t say anything on his surprised face as his drinking buddy ordered for enough alcohol for the rest of the night. “Death does change our lives a lot. I know a thing or two about that, too.”

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Family Supper - Rod & Xanthe

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harshwinterstorm:

She smiled softly as she finished her plate. She was glad her uncle was back. Everything felt calmer, more comfortable with him. He didn’t make her think of Bella as much or how much she had failed her little sister. He gave her family without the obligation. It made this all the more easier. She didn’t want obligation. Rod had himself figured out like no one she’d known before. She felt she could leave with just the phone calls and the world would fall to pieces. 

“Make it all and I’ll agree with you.” she said with a bit of a laugh as she pressed her lips to the top of the dog’s head before sneaking her a piece of meat from her meal

“Common, you and me aren’t that bad. Are we?” Rod smiled back. He just knew she smiled, and wanted to return the favor. They were done with dinner so fast. Time indeed flies when one is having a good time. This meal was his proof for that. He stood up getting his plate to the washer, hoping his niece would follow him up. “Oh, I got some ice cream in the refrigerator, if you are interested.”

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dom-anderson:

“Right…” Dominic said in an attempted cheerful tone. He was thrilled for his mate, but he had spent nearly a week at the bottom of a bottle and was almost void of most emotion. He hated it, but he almost felt trapped unable to climb out. “How was it being back?” He asked softly, almost happy with the change of subject.

At Rod’s question, he almost frowned, swallowing hard. “It is… the time of year I suppose…” This week had marked the anniversary of the reason he had retired from his boxing career. A reason that remained a secret to everyone. He had an injury that was why he retired, or so he claimed.

“Well, I’m probably overthinking everything, as I usually do. So I have been spending a lot of time preparing lesson plans and stuff like that. But that just me being a little perfectionist.” A little wasn’t the right word for it. But he was not going to apologize for doing everything he could to do great in his job this time. He waited for his answer and pondered on it without daring to take another sip. He was probably drink one cup for the whole night. “Time of the year? What is it? You used to be in a competition or something like that?”

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thecharliebaker:

Charlie probably wasn’t the best one to come to, and he was still thinking about quitting altogether. The college was a bit different too. “I dunno, just do your thing, I guess. I think it’ll all come back to you pretty quick.”

“Did this work for you? Because, odds are, if I just do my thing kids will be sleeping in the first twenty minutes on.”

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dom-anderson:

The air around Roderick had changed. Dominic may have been almost three sheets to the wind, but he could tell that much. “I am sorry if I seemed rude, mate… You are fine.” He shook his head a bit, throwing back another drink. “You weren’t late. I just… got an early start…”

It seemed pretty obvious that this felt uncomfortable to him, although the reason why that was so might have been unclear. He finally took a sip from his drink, and it tasted more bitter than usual.

“Nah, I'm aware I was not on time. That’s not usual for me. I was just caught up by work.” Rod had recently started back teaching English, and there was a lot of things most teacher had the whole summer to catch up with piled over his desk. That wasn’t a great excuse, but it was the true. “Something particularly bothering you about this not so great week?”

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isabel-pierce:

“Congratulations on the job. Where is it at?” 

“I’ll be teaching English in High School. Not most people dream job, but I have to say, damn, I missed it.”

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ellaxburke:

“Relax. You’re going to do great.”

“It’s easy for you to say; you aren’t the one facing a classroom packed with moody teenagers tomorrow.”

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brendan--matthews:

“That is good. Where at?” 

“Our local High School. Back to the place most people ran away from.”

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bianca-averinaa:

“Congratulations! Where’s your new place of employment?” 

“The local High School. I’m back to teaching English.”

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dom-anderson:

“What’s up with me today…?” He asked in a soft voice, almost as if trying to get his brain to register the words. He may have managed to drink a little too much. He shrugged his shoulders. “ Nothing – it just hasn’t been a great week, mate…” 

Suddenly he realized his words sounded a lot like his sister’s. And he didn’t like that at all. He got his beer but didn’t drink any of it, for he was sure it wouldn't taste so good after hearing that.

“Sorry I was late.” it was the only thing he could say.

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dom-anderson:

“That’s what you get for being late to the party…” He said in a soft voice, shrugging his shoulders. 

Rod’s lips moved in an approval angle. 

"what's up with you, today?" he felt Dom a little too blunt that day, something was off.

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It was probably like his ninth drink. He leaned forward and tossed back another drink. “Another…” He murmured, sliding the glass away from him and toward the bartender. He was a mood and the easiest way to fix it was to drown himself in alcohol.

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“Gee, mate. It looks like you’re way ahead of me.” he pointed out finding his seat next to Dom. “An ale, please.”

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shelley--burke:

Shelley stopped so she could look for the name and then shook her head as she glanced back over towards him. “Oh, no.. hers is fine.” she said, feeling a bit relieved about that. “You.. knew her?” Seemed obvious so she didn’t know why she asked other than she was an idiot.

“Oh, that’s a relief.” Leah and Xanthe didn’t need this added to her list of problems. So Rod was just glad he wouldn’t have to worry about getting a tombstone fixed before their next visit. 

“Yeah, I am her uncle... was.. I dunno.” he shook his head a bit uncomfortably “I don’t suppose you knew her.”

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thecharliebaker:

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like the most profitable thing for you. That’s good though. Back at it.”

Charlie tried a smile, he didn’t know Charlie much, but he did know a lot happened to him as well, so he probably knew what coming back felt like.

“Any tips for me as a ‘newcomer’?”

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riley--miller:

“That’s cool. Where?”

“Our High School. It’s not like something I haven’t done before, but it just feels a bit odd coming back after more than a year unemployed.”

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thecharliebaker:

“Oh, yeah? What’s the job?”

“I’m finally back to teaching. Walking dogs didn’t really work for me; I would never charge my clients. I’m a terrible businessman, you see?”

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“So; I’m starting this new job tomorrow and I'm both excited and terrified.”