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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Feb 4, 2012 16:24:29 GMT -5
Joshua hesitated briefly at the threshold of the room, unsure of whether he should walk right in or knock first. The door was open and he could spot the professor behind the desk, the room filled with the sound of his fingers rapidly hitting the keys of a laptop he had open in front of him. Deciding against the knock—he'd close the door if he didn't want interruptions—Joshua walked in and cleared his throat upon drawing close, not wanting to startle the man. Professor Clement was a Thunder with a knack for favouritism and so Josh wanted to be as cautious as possible. He couldn't get a detention for what he wanted and he wasn't going to get into any particular trouble but it was better to get his way immediately than having to track down another one of the History department's staff. "Dale," he acknowledged, thankfully not sounding too irritated. "What do you want?" Even as he spoke he returned to his typing, the rhythmic sound a little distracting. Perhaps it was considered rude to work while someone was trying to talk to you but Josh didn't really think much of it. Maybe he was working on something important, maybe he was disinterested. It didn't matter. "If you're looking to extend any dates, that's a no. I don't compromise in my classes."
He blinked at the stern abruptness and thanked his lucky stars that he had not been here for anything of the sort. "No, that's not it." Since when had Joshua ever begged for an extension on time? If there was one thing he absolutely excelled in, it was academics—especially History. The subject was his favourite, his passion. If he had to chose between finishing a History or Biology paper, the latter would win out, because then he'd have the incentive of history to power through it. "Actually, I was just wondering if I could get into one of the rooms in the department." Professor English, whom they often teased in good nature seeing as she worked as a history professor, had not been in the room when he'd tried it. She was a fun-loving and free-spirited Water who was quite fond of him and who had never shown any signs of the favouritism Clement often exhibited. "What for?" the Thunder elemental asked suspiciously. "I left a book in one of the desks." When the man looked unconvinced—it's the truth!—Joshua said, "You can stand there and watch me retrieve it if you'd like, it'll only take a second." I'm not going to steal anything. What was there to steal in a classroom, anyway, besides the sticky tack?
Clement scowled at him for a moment, then went into one of the drawers in his desk and tossed Joshua a ring of keys. It was only due to good reflex that he managed to catch them. "That'll get you into most of the rooms in that department. Don't go snooping around and bring them back, understood?" Joshua nodded, thanked him, and started immediately in the direction of the offending room. It took him a moment to find the right key, being that the etched number was a little weathered, but when he inserted it into the lock it turned and permitted him entry. He frowned when he realised that the book was not where he had left it, wondering if one of the students had lifted it or if English had found it and returned it to the library, which was where it had came from. Oh, jeez. He had a good track record with the library and he usually treated the books with great care, he'd just been distracted throughout the lesson by intense hunger and couldn't have been more eager to leave the room and go down for lunch when the three hour lecture had been dismissed. Damn it. Should he look around the room? He remembered what Clement had said about snooping. It's not snooping if I'm just looking for the book, right? He glanced surreptitiously over his shoulder and then went over to English's desk, knowing how bad it would look if someone walked in right about now.
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Post by niyxx on Feb 18, 2012 20:02:05 GMT -5
Geneva sat proudly in her brand new new office, complete with a fairly shiny, but definitely new, name plate on the door. Her desk appeared to be an antique, complete with original fixtures. The light finish had worn off in places and there were some stains on the surface, most likely from the early morning cup o'joe from professors past. However old it was, Geneva thought it suited her; she didn't really enjoy the feel of the ultra sleek and modern doodads there were popular anyways.
Gen stood up from her chair and walked over to some cardboard boxes piled up in the corner. She figured she should at least begin to unpack, considering she had absolutely nothing else to do, and the clutter was starting to irk her. She pulled out some frames with pictures in them, one of her entire family, another of her and her sister when they were both children, and the last was her grandparents wedding photo. A smile graced her lips as she set each one down on her desk, old pictures always made her feel nostalgic.
The rest of the boxes content was pretty dull - folders and files, paperwork, an empty stapler, paper clips, and some sticky notes. None the less, Geneva continued to sort through boxes and, slowly but surely, organize her space. She was nearly finished when she heard a pair of keys jingle in the hallway. Normally this wouldn't be out of the ordinary, but classes weren't scheduled in this part of the castle at this time.
With a sigh, Geneva closed the last box in the corner; she would have to go check out the disturbance since it was her responsibility and all now. This was the one aspect of her job that she disliked - distrusting the students - it just went against her nature. However, it was kind of in her contract to investigate disturbances, so she would do so begrudgingly.
Gen brushed off her tan capris and poked her head out of her office, catching a glimpse of a tall figure entering the room a few doors down from her own. She only saw them for a brief moment, but the figure was definitely a male and certainly not a teacher. Geneva rolled her eyes at herself as she walked to the classroom the student had entered, her heels making a distinct 'clicking' sound in her haste.
When she reached the doorway, she found someone familiar inside poking through a desk. She cleared her throat to declare her presence, "What exactly do you think you're doing here, Mr. Dale?"
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Feb 22, 2012 17:26:19 GMT -5
He couldn't seem to find the book he was looking for in the desk. It was mostly things important to the professor that used the classroom on a regular basis—an extra stock of pens, papers to be graded, that sort of thing. It wasn't of interest to him and even if it was, Josh wouldn't have stolen it. He'd put that sort of thing behind him now. When he'd hung around the gang he'd gotten up to some pretty nasty things but it was several years later now and all he wanted was his damned textbook. Had to go and leave it in here, didn't I? He was disappointed in himself, because normally Joshua wasn't a very forgetful guy. He was organized and on top of things, a quality of himself that he was proud of. Except today. He made a frustrated sound in his throat, somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. A pen on the desk caught his attention and he picked it up for a closer look. It was a Christmas pen with a Santa on top that actually lit up when you clicked it. Joshua blinked at it and couldn't resist a slight smile. Only English would have something like this, he thought.
The clearing of a throat made him jump slightly—quite the achievement, as he was not a particularly skittish person. He had been so distracted in his frustration that he'd not noticed anyone enter the room. Not that this was difficult, seeing as his back was turned to the door. He didn't recognise her voice immediately and so he set the pen down slowly and turned around. "Oh, sorry, I was just—" He stopped himself, looking genuinely surprised and even a little delighted. Is that who I think it is? He had not seen her in quite some time and hadn't heard any news, either. "Gen?" he asked, sounding as if he was doubtful of her identity at this point. What would she be doing back at the school? She was already graduated, wasn't she? At the same time, it wasn't any professor that he had encountered.
Heh. Right. Professors. The thought dragged him back to the reality of the present, the fact that he'd been busted—be it by friend or stranger—looting through a teacher's desk. He wondered whether he should use the classic "it's not what it looks like!" or whether that was so predictable that it would immediately make him look guilty no matter his actual involvement in any crime. Deciding it was best to be safe rather than sorry, he said, "I was looking for something, actually. I have the keys, it's not like I broke in." He held them up and jingled them in explanation. It was true that he could have stolen those as well but he did hope she would take his word for it. He really wasn't in the mood for getting a detention right now, especially since he wasn't doing anything wrong. Well, technically speaking, he wasn't supposed to be checking the teachers desks, but at least he hadn't stolen anything. Wouldn't have got the chance, he reasoned with himself. Why was he always in the worst places at the worst times?
Deciding that it definitely looked enough like Geneva and that he wasn't just imagining things, he leaned against the desk he'd previously been looking through. "Didn't have any luck. What brings you here?" He was talking about the room rather than the Academy itself, though he was rather curious about both things. It just seemed inappropriate to bombard her with questions when he was not sure what she currently thought of him.
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