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Post by sue on Oct 3, 2010 18:34:15 GMT -5
remember the name
THIS IS TEN PERCENT LUCK, TWENTY PERCENT SKILL
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FIFTEEN PERCENT CONCENTRATED POWER OF WILL [/color]   FIVE PERCENT PLEASURE, FIFTY PERCENT PAIN !
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HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME
SUE LYNNE SYLVESTER The power of being a coach brought different things to different people. For some, happiness and pleasure. Thinking they make a difference in a student's life. For Sue Lynne Sylvester? That wasn't the case. The power of being a coach was the power to bully, and that was what she lived for.
Sue sat in her chair, the radio playing quietly. It was Madonna's "Vogue," a fond memory in her mind as well. Not that she would ever tell Kurt or Mercedes that. No, that would show her soft side, and she planned for nobody to hear about that. Not ever again.
Writing in her journal, Sue described how one of her cheerios had faltered on practice. It made her think of how monkeys would attempt to make a pyramid. It just wasn't possible. It just meant that Sue would have to work them harder and be nastier. That was an upside.
Sue closed her book and stuffed it into her desk and got up to go scour the halls for some student to humiliate.
tagged; Liza/Emma
attire; Her coach outfit
words; Lazy
credit; framing daylight @ caution.
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Post by Kirsten Frankel on Oct 3, 2010 21:19:32 GMT -5
It had been a very boring day so far, Liza had to admit. She had made it through first period Spanish, calculus, and drama (which she only took because she knew how to work the stage lights, and therefore wasn't failed for her refusal to talk.) She had stopped to grab her English book from her locker when the hall around her went quiet, and curious, she turned to see what was going on.
The students were parting around Sue like the red sea, hoping that she wouldn't take notice of them. Liza pulled out her English book and quietly shut the locker door, her own gaze on the floor as if it would make her invisible. She hadn't had any infamous run ins with the cheerios coach, but she had seen her target other students, and Liza didn't want anything to do with it.
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Post by sue on Oct 4, 2010 20:14:11 GMT -5
Sue Sylvester didn't ever bother saying 'excuse me' unless it was tied in with her quips, and even then she never meant it. Today was no exception. People scurried as they saw her and she paid no attention, her eyes gazing to the faces of the students, until she saw a student and walked up.
"What's the matter? It looks like you just saw a ghost." She chewed on her gum and popped it. "Jealous that the Cheerios is higher on the food chain than the Glee Club?"
(Ooc: My Sue muse is hiding from me, sorry it's short)
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Post by Kirsten Frankel on Oct 5, 2010 23:14:37 GMT -5
Liza took a long moment to realize that Sue Sylvester was talking to her, and she blinked for a moment before tilting her head to the side. She didn't know when she had become even so minute a blip on the radar that she was even recognized on the maniacal cheerleading coach's scale of potential victims, and it was, in a way, flattering.
She shook her head at the coach's question, her blue eyes wide, before she realized that that might not have been the best response. She put her back against the lockers and nodded this time, instead. Was that what the woman wanted to hear? She didn't want to be subjected to one of the woman's crueler whims, she just hoped that she bored Sue enough she would move to another subject.
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Post by sue on Oct 6, 2010 20:27:57 GMT -5
"You're not jealous?" She asked in confusion. Sue Sylvester knew this girl didn't like to speak much, but still, she should have been decisive at the very least. To say she wasn't jealous just meant she preferred to be at the bottom of the chain.
"You are jealous?" She held a confused face, wondering what was going through this girl's mind. "Interesting." She murmured. "Interesting that the mime is jealous and not jealous at the same time. I think you are jealous, you just don't want your friend losers to find out you want to switch levels on this chain. You don't want them to know you want to dump them and become a new person. You know how difficult that would be when you don't even speak? You're a mime."
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Post by Kirsten Frankel on Oct 8, 2010 22:04:26 GMT -5
Mime? That was a first, Liza had to admit, and she ducked her head to hide a smirk. Sue Sylvester had no idea, that was clear. She peered up at the cheerleading coach through her lashes, trying hard not to look a little bit amused by the whole situation. Sue clearly had to be having an off day when she bothered fighting with someone that wouldn't fight back- where was the fun in that for her?
She quirked at brow at Sue's assessment of her, tilting her head slightly. Was she jealous, really? She had seen what Erica and Quinn went through to be on the team, the rigorous workouts. Liza was pretty sure she could never do something like that. She wasn't coordinated enough- ballet was enough work for her, and she was always just a few steps behind the others when it came to learning the moves. She shrugged finally at Sue, giving her an abashed look. Would it be nice to be as confident as Sue or her cheerios? Of course. Liza just didn't have it in her.
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