C'est pas vrai, Peter.
Des fouets d'excitation ont fui à travers les fissures dans le cadre de la porte de la pièce 116. Il y avait un panneau enregistré sur la porte, attendant que n'importe quel spectateur extérieur tombe sur et lit. Elle a été grossièrement faite : deux morceaux de papier de construction bleu ciel s'agrafaient ensemble pour tenir compte des grandes lettres de blocs qui s'étendaient sur sa surface. Ces grands symboles verts énonçaient un message ludique à quiconque cherchait à entrer dans le monde du professeur Kalenki. « Aucune admission n'est permise aux personnes qui ne veulent pas voir quelque chose de spectaculaire. » Les étudiants qui avaient vécu sa classe l'année précédente (l'année expérimentale comme Kalenki l'appellerait pour toujours après) et ceux qui étaient en elle connaissaient maintenant d'expérience la véritable signification de ce message apparaissant périodiquement. Aujourd'hui, c'était un jour de labo. Cela signifiait des réactions chimiques, des éclairs, peut-être même des flammes ou des explosions contrôlées. Les odeurs vives d'une équation parfaitement équilibrée. L'anticipation ne pouvait guère être contenue dans la classe. Non seulement étaient-ils les jours préférés des élèves, mais aussi leur professeur toujours souriant.
Devant la porte et le panneau, on entre dans une salle de classe avec une agréable désorganisation. On pourrait immédiatement sentir le bourdonnement des atomes de chaque élève vibrer avec l'exaltation de l'expérimentation. Sur un comptoir en face de l'entrée, une pile de livres, de planificateurs et de nombreux papiers ont été bannis. L'enseignant inexpérimenté avait exigé son bureau pour les besoins de ce laboratoire, juste au cas où des déversements ou des incidents se seraient produits. Donc, au lieu de nettoyer l'espace et de trouver une place appropriée pour tout, il avait décidé qu'une simple réinstallation serait plus facile. Ses étudiants n'étaient pas beaucoup mieux vu leur maturité. Sur l'ordre de s'organiser, de multiples coups sonnaient alors que chacun d'entre eux lançait simplement ses sacs dans l'étreinte pas si délicate du sol. Pierre s'est toujours arnaqué quand cela s'est produit, se demandant si ces étudiants connaissaient la valeur des objets qu'ils possédaient et ne s'imaginaient pas non, non ils ne l'ont pas fait.
Nicole Brene était l'exception à la règle. Avec des doigts délicats, elle a soigneusement placé ses affaires dans chaque endroit soigneusement désigné. Puis, elle a caché toutes ses possessions sous son bureau et s'est assise les yeux fixés sur le professeur Kalenki. L'homme aux cheveux foncés sentit une vague d'inconfort venir sur lui alors que ses yeux à balayage (ayant été à la recherche de n'importe quel étudiant qui lisait encore dans les directions) rencontrèrent le sien. Il était cru et inexpérimenté et croyait toujours qu'il devrait aimer chaque dernier de ses élèves, peu importe quoi, mais celui-ci a testé ses croyances. Elle a toujours été si sérieuse, si intense, à propos de l'école. Pierre se retrouverait en train de tomber dans une tirade au sujet des merveilles de l'évolution, de ce qui était autrefois par rapport à ce qui est maintenant, et juste comment gesh dang cool c'était - endosser sa langue. Cependant, à la fin, il se levait et voyait la main colorée de café de Mme Nicole Brene et elle lui demandait si cela allait être à l'examen. Elle ne comprenait pas que l'information pouvait être plus que de passer un cours. Elle a pris des notes directement de ses paroles, ne prenant même pas la peine de mettre sa propre interprétation à des choses comme il aimait, il a encouragé.
En se débarrassant de la gorge, il sourit et ignora les picotements qui traversaient sa colonne vertébrale poussés par son regard fixe. "Alors cette expérience est un peu difficile, facile à gâcher si vous ne suivez pas bien les directions, donc je vais vous demander de porter des lunettes-" Il y a encore la main de Nicole, exigeant attention et clarification. -- Oui, Nicole?
"Comment saurons-nous si nous gâchons?" Elle a demandé, ses yeux fixés sur les mauvais détails une fois de plus.
Pierre s'arrêta un moment, jeté de son train de pensée avec une force rude. Débarrassés par la patrouille frontalière, grognent qu'il n'avait pas de bons papiers avec un accent russe épais. -- Eh bien, une partie du plaisir est de ne pas savoir. Son regard n'a pas dévié du sien. En attendant une bonne réponse, il pensait. "Généralement, une fois que vous commencez à sentir la fumée, vous l'avez trop bouillie. Comme je n'ai jamais senti de fumée, je suppose que je n'ai jamais foiré... Il a souri à sa blague pendant que des morceaux de la classe riaient et que tout le monde gémissait. Cette blague, avec toutes ses variations, semblait vieillir.
"Combien de temps faut-il faire bouillir?"
Peter soupirait. Il voulait vraiment parler à Jérémie à nouveau. C'était embarrassant, mais il manquait vraiment le son de la voix du musicien.
Name:
Peter Kalenki
Nickname:
For those that he is close to he loves being called "Pet", but if someone calls him that and he is not close enough to them, he'll be incredibly uncomfortable and probably upset.
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
(Pansexual) Almost anyone that's interested in him. He wants to be loved and love other people.
Age:
25
Occupation:
Science Teacher
Appearance and attire:
As Pet is a new teacher, fresh out of college with the shine of the inexperienced, he has an incredibly young and fresh look to his face. His features are smoothed out like river rocks, without any harsh lines or angles. His dark brown hair is just a bit too long and almost constantly messy, always falling into his ocean blue eyes. He's 5'7'' and chooses to ignore the fact that many of his own students reach higher than he ever could. Many of the more athletic students have labeled him as "fragile" and "scrawny", but he prefers "lean". It's rare for anyone to find him without a gentle smile on his face and tranquility within his eyes.
Work Attire- His outfits never seem to change past color pallets. You could not catch this man dead during school hours without a button up shirt (length of sleeves irrelevant) and a tie. He prefers to mix dark colors with light. Dark pants, dark shirt, light tie. Any sort of combination. He has slight astigmatism but is too proud to get glasses and sometimes has headaches during class.
Outside of work- Pet's favorite type of clothes are three sizes too big. He grew up in a large family with multiple siblings, so hand-me-downs were more common than not and nothing ever fit right. Now, when he slides into a t-shirt that hangs past his hips, he feels the comfort of being surrounded by his siblings. However, when going out in public, his clothes always fit right, his hair is always neatly combed and he looks very similar to how he looks at work.
Personality/Behavior:
Around others: Pet has the heart of an extrovert. His entire attitude is based on the idea "If you're happy, then I am happy". He tries his hardest to make everyone he meets feel happy and content and refused to accept the reality that not everyone you meet will be happy. He likes to make jokes and say kind words to everyone, just to be able to see their lips pull into a lovely smile. He treats everyone like a friend right away and greets everyone with a big wide grin. He makes sure to always encourage his students to have fun with everything they do and always tries his hardest to put a fun spin on things. He's horrendously new to the teaching business and because of this, he hasn't yet learned that a big smile isn't always the best way to rule a classroom. He tends to get trampled on by the stronger personalities in the class and can sometimes lose control. In these cases, he can get very flustered and won't know what to do. He's still in the learning process. After a bad day in the classroom, he will often times hunt out a busy cafe or something equivalent in atmosphere and sit himself down and soak in the ambiance. Surrounding himself with the babble of people, he'll sigh and manage to relax.
Another little quirk is that he almost never cusses and would never ever cuss in front of his class. He'd have to be pretty worked up to let slip any little f-bombs.
By himself: Once he's alone, he becomes a very different person. With no one left to please, he often deflates and will rarely smile. He becomes much more introspective. He's terrible at dealing with his own emotions and often times let them fester and spoil inside of him until they have to be released somehow. In this way, he can sometimes explode into fits when he's not focused on the wants of someone else. This is one of the reasons he doesn't like to be alone. More often than not, Pet will make a nest upon his couch, switch on the tv and fall asleep to the voices of the actors.

Pet was born into a large, devote catholic family. Life was simple and comfortable at the lower end of middle class life. He was the fourth of nine children and was the oldest of the youngest children. The youngest of his three older siblings was in middle school by the time he could truly treasure memories away in his hippocampus. They were soon out of the house and free of responsibility just as a hurricane came full force upon the lives of the Kalenki family. It started off with a simple collision on the road. Pet's father had been returning from a friend's house, just a little past buzzed. He got into an accident that was quickly deemed his fault due to the alcohol in his system. He was sued and his license was taken away for three months. Pet's father had also sustained a terrible back injury that put him through multiple surgeries. After a while, the insurance companies called it quits on the family and they were left to try and cope on their own. Pet's father's work at a local community college also gave up on him, laying him off despite his years of compliance and loyalty. Bills piled onto bills and made giant bill babies. They had to move to a tiny apartment, the rent of which they could never hope to make on time. His mother became the only provider for the family and his father was gone into his own head most of the time. He had sworn off alcohol after the accident but had found a more powerful replacement: painkillers. Food was scarce and minimal. Neither parent was ever really around at that point and it became Pet's job to take care of his five younger siblings. He spent his young life keeping them happy and smiling. "Ramen Noodles again?!" "Hey, hey! What are you complaining about? Tonight, we're eating beef flavored brains!" . He never had to deal with the stress of the situation until he was forced to be on his own.
He didn't want to leave his family. He wanted to get a job in town and help provide and add more food to the table and more meals to the day. He wanted to live in the town he grew up in. He wanted to stay. However, his mother had other plans, wanting for him a life that included a higher education. She had saved and saved and saved and gave him enough money to leave their home state and find anywhere else. With a heavy heart and a light bag, he left. College was hard. Living on his own was hard. It was so hard in fact, things got so heavy and dark in his mind, he still bears the scars of wanting to make everything go away. He survived. He endured. He made it through college with crippling debt, but his father's old job as a professor gave him contacts in the teaching world and somehow, Pet found himself in his second year at Blackthorne Academy.
Now, Pet lives his life on the comfort of sounds and found himself hopelessly drawn to the main conductor of noise.

From oldest to youngest:
Ezekial (Zeke) 33 A large gay priest out of state.
Chloe 32 A Sunday School teacher
Samantha (Sam) 30 Wedding Planner but still single herself
Peter (Pet) 25 Science Teacher
Joanna (Jo) 23 (Twin) McDonlad's #1 employee
Timothy (Timmy) 23 (Twin) Burger Kings #1 employee (there's a playful rivalry between the twins that often involves frozen meat patties in places where cold objects are not welcome "What the shit Jo?! Not in my gosh dang pants!"
Ava 21 A smol gay living with her girlfriend and trying to become a licensed psychologist. Enjoyed describing smells to Pet in ways he might understand them, being a bit of a poet. "Apple pie smells like a quilt right out of the dryer, wrapped around you and your whole family. Like a big hug."
Felicity (Cece) 20 Staying home, taking care of parents.
Micah (Mikey) 19 Ran away after Pet left and now won't speak to him (hella angry). Lives with his fiancé out of state. Was always the clingiest to Pet and a bit of a brat to everyone else, perhaps a little bit, really spoiled.

Fears:
Being absolutely, completely, insanely alone. Sometimes, he'll stop breathing just thinking about it.
Making someone cry.
Never being able to pay off his debts.
Extras:
Despite being an uke, he sometimes really likes to be the big spoon. Just to be able to hold his love in his arms and make sure they're not going to disappear from his side.
Pet will avoid certain parts of town, dodging inquiries about the debts he had yet to repay...
An interesting fact about this science enthusiast is that he has absolutely no sense of smell. He will often make jokes about it in class with his kids. He doesn't mind the incompetence of his olfactory nerves, so much as he mourns the effect it has on his taste. Many meals fall flat upon his tongue and because of this, he hunts out extreme flavors that he can feel. His favorite thing is spicy food, because that he can feel in his eyes, his nose, his throat. You won't catch him dead without a little bottle of hot sauce in his book bag. He enjoys horrifying his students by pouring it into his coffee.
His siblings will visit him randomly as guest, sometimes sitting in on one of his lessons. Pet has probably never been as flustered as he is when one of his siblings is in his classroom.