Post by MICHAELANGELO DONATELLO GRACE on Sept 23, 2012 15:32:09 GMT -5
nuclear fusion up the walls ! |
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tag ! morgan && thaddea ;; word count ! 691 ;; [cs=2][bg=060606][atrb=border,0,true,b]setting ! teacher’s lounge ;; outfit ! business slacks and a button-down shirt ;; |
There was no one else in the teacher’s lounge, which he supposed was a good thing for the sole reason that he’d made a mess. Of course, it was a restrained mess. It was limited to the round table in the corner and to the chairs surrounding it. Papers in seeming disarray covered all but one of the chairs and the table’s entire surface, layered relatively high in haphazard, overlapping piles. To anyone else, there was absolutely no sense and no order to the spot that seemed to have birthed the definition of chaos. A couple of pens, which had once been in a relatively contained group on top of the papers, had rolled apart, one landing on the floor and daring anyone to walk by so it could trip an unsuspecting teacher merely seeking caffeine. The handwriting styles, some messy, some neat, mixed with typed pages, most flawless, a few doggy-eared, a source of irritation despite the horror the paper s offered otherwise. You’re never going to get it done, Braedon teased gleefully. If the voice were a real person, He was pretty sure he would have seen someone tap dancing. But Braedon wasn’t real. He was just a bothersome figment of the professor’s imagination. Nonetheless, sometimes voicing an argument helped keep him sane (even if ti made him look unwell to anyone observing), and he snapped, “Shut up.” He afforded a glance upward, looking about to reassure himself that there was indeed no one around. And there wasn’t. As far as he could tell. Was it a possible symptom of schizophrenia not to see things that were actually there? He hoped not. Mostly they were just positive symptoms, as far as he’d learned from the past few years. Like the voices. As if on cue, Braedon continued, You’re not gonna get it done. Not now, not never. The wind rolled his eyes. “‘Not never’ is a double negative, so you just said I am getting it done,” |
He turned back tot he papers surrounding him. He’d left the one chair empty in case he wanted to sit in it, but currently, he was more comfortable on the floor. Papers sat around him in a ring, along with a handful of law books ( a few outdated, but they could still be useful for comparative exercises), pens, pencils, three differently-colored highlighters, the textbook he used for his classes, and a cup of coffee placed at a dangerous angle atop one of the books. He had his planner in his lap, marked up so badly that Elsa wished, on more than one occasion, that he would never miss class because no substitute would have any idea whatsoever what they were supposed to do from the planner alone. It wasn’t even that his handwriting was horrible—it was better than that of most of his male students, and that wasn’t bragging—but rather that he crossed out so many things and drew arrows and made notes at odd angles that it would take the majority of any class period to decipher what he was trying to say. That was, in part, why he was trying to get the planner done now. So he would have something to go off later in the semester.
Of course, it’d probably end up useless. He’d transcribe it neatly onto a new planner or calendar or a plain sheet of paper. As he was doing so, he’d most likely change it again. And even if he didn’t, he’d probably do a lot more scribbling when he looked at the plans later, all the while grumbling to himself just what had been thinking in organizing it the way he had. Yeah, it was a useless endeavor, but he wasn’t in the right mindset to do anything else. Besides, he’d already gotten set up, organized even if it didn’t look that way to anybody else. Luckily, there was no “anybody else” currently around to glare at him or give him weird looks for working with the mess he’d created.[/div][/color][/size][/font][bg=000000][atrb=align,justify][atrb=border,0,true][/td][/tr] [tr][td]
notes ! Sorry it took me so long, dear >< oh, and braedon and elsa are both voices he hears o3o ;;
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