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•• Albion High's Head baseball coach; English teacher; Creative Writing Club director. •• @TarrahWarwick 's husband. No really. It says so on a piece of paper.

Joined September 2015
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“I teach impracticality. See a bolder stature of the human mindset and teach creativity is a more effective way.” •• An English Teacher at Albion High School. •• Head Baseball Coach {Albion High; Bevan little leagues}. •• Modern MerlinRP, crossover friendly.
-||- Writer note for @Healing_Krystal, @HisSorcerer, and @RoxyRied. Replies will come either later tonight or in the morning. I have to get ready for work. I also apologize for my hiatus. It wasn't meaning to be that long. Hope you are all doing okay!
"Does not mean you retweet it too, @RoxyRied !"
"Hello, hello! Back from holiday for a bit. Don't mind me. I owe a few replies and I will be right on that as soon as my coffee is brewed. Coffee is a necessity for me right now. Please hold."
A day spent into the lower town would do him some sort of decency. So he implored with himself. Whether that factor was true or false would be the next case that he himself was not to certain of. Boisterous crowds flooded the streets beside him.
•• Prior to Teaching starter; @Healing_Krystal •• ~ The Turn About Point ~ Jail. The musk of it lingering into his nostrils wasn’t exactly ideal, but it wasn’t prison. Close enough to it, to his dismay. Yet, in all fairness, he did get himself into the situation. —
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— through the barrier and into the next room, Alfie gathered his attention to the numbers above each cornered phone line. One through fifteen. Marking the station of seven, he positioned himself into the chair before him. His lapis optics scanning the plexiglass shield in —
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— front of him. On his left side, an old phone for communication with the other end. Now. All the walls seem to close in on him. The area corrupt with the claustrophobic nature climbing into the box he had been directed into.
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“My loyalty is to those who show kindness without cause. Not to titles.” •• Nicknamed the Star Drifter after being discovered using the night sky to his advantage. •• Night Scavenger. •• MerlinRP. OC and Crossover friendly. •• RT’s appreciated.
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“What is happening on my TL...”
•• @Healing_Krystal Starter •• Pre-current SL •• ~ Irregardless Behavior ~ Alfie’s long features dove into his palm for a hasted second to rub off any form of tiredness threatening to cover his features. The last class of the day was out and all of the students —
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— of his chest to cause a sore response. He didn’t entirely understand why he buckled up in odd circumstances. Especially when the events unfolding before him didn’t involve him. Whatever the case, Alfie stiffened, not allowing anything or anyone to force him to loosen. —
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