Vincent is a teacher at an Academy for talented students who have magic, and powers.
He teaches a fear class. A class where he helps them become stronger than their fears.
He seems to be clean of fears, most would accept having none as a gift. He...
It had to be one of the gloomiest days in Little Rock Arkansas. Rain coming down in hot drizzles as humidity rang up from the warm cemented ground outside. Vincent Seijuro wasn't one to enjoy such weather himself, but his wife embraced him before he left and almost had to shove him out the door.
Wiping his brow, he sighed lowly to himself. The class had nearly been started. Taking the day off had seemed like a wise choice, seeing as though he had to speak with one of his students after class in the library later this afternoon. He shook his wrist lightly and squinted at the face of his silver watch. He grimaced with spiteful eyes, Vincent was very late to work. A yawn parted his chapped lips and he came to the Academy. After pushing the jingly keys into his jeans front pocket he smiled a bit, looking at the car next to his. It was the same one every day, a slick white clean car. He seemed to find comfort in it, it reminded him of a toy car his daughter had.
Slowly Vincent pushed his scruffy black hair behind his ear as he walked quietly to the school.
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Vincent managed to walk behind the main door and looked around slowly. He grunted a hello to some of the associates working at the school before he managed to slump lazily into his own classroom.
Life was shit, to say the least, but this man couldn't let his classroom down. He scoffed a slight bit of a laugh to himself as he twiddled and twisted around his clasped fingers. His thin and cool hands rested gently on his desk cluttered with papers and different files. It was very unorganized. While his wife, Ayala, had hated seeing the clean and cold desk in such a way, She put up with it the same as he did. Students wouldn't be here for at least 10 minutes, so he lent back into his chair. It was finally quiet, all besides the constant thump of his heart. Vincent didn't despise the noise. It came with his powers.
The powers. Every teacher had a very well experienced. Mrs.Clarison had mind reading, and the headmaster can see the future. But Mr.Seijuro had sometimes sort of off. In the school nobody had the darker magic he did. Vincent could raise any object and keep it pressed or in the air wherever he please. He could also sense someone's greatest and most traumatic and deep fear. Whether it be an event or object, you cannot hide it from the man.
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