* don't need to be saved , [tim]

[NELL DOE DALE]

The end of the year creeping up, Nell was hurrying aroudn the best she could. In the end, though, would it be worth all the effort she was putting in? What if she didn’t make it back for college? She didn’t really think about if she even wanted to go to college, just because she might not have the chance. Of course, this would hamper her if she made it back from the trial, but her thoughts were too pessimistic to consider that. With everyone else, she always looked on the bright side. But when it came to her own life, she didn’t know if she had it in her to believe everything was going to be okay. She was wanted for murder, after all, there would be consequences. Along with all her other crimes, but she wasn’t leaking that information. Her father knew about her bartending job now thanks to Jane, but surprising he did not react with a conniption. The man was definitely getting better.

Nell stayed focused during class despite everything that was occupying her mind. She was a hard worker, and she certainly would keep her grades up. Even if—No. Don’t go there. In any case, it wouldn’t sit well with her if she just gave up. She was not one for simply giving up. Running away, maybe. She seemed to do that a lot. She had run from America, from her problems, and maybe Jane was right. Maybe she was just like her father. A lot of things about her had been inherited from him, after all. She distracted herself by running her pencil across the paper, tongue sticking out slightly as she focused. Professor Harkness had been a favorite teacher of hers throughout the year, just because he was so genuinely nice to his students. She had a few problems with Thunder professors after the first war giving her a hard time, but Professor Harkness had never done that.

By the time the bell rung, she felt that she could safely control the path that her thoughts travelled in. And therefore, it would be a perfect time to approach her professor about the project she and Sam were working on, along with some other assignments. ”Professor Harkness, do you have some time?” she asked politely with a smile on her face. She didn’t want to keep him up if he had something to do after class, but it would be nice if he could spare the time. It was rare that she’d asked anyone for help, but she wasn’t stupid. It would only get worse if she avoided her problems with schoolwork. If only she could apply this to her actual life. ”I was just wondering if you could help me out. I won’t keep you for too long, I promise!” This was said in a jovial tone, none of the uneasiness that she felt about the trial apparent.

[timothyhaandel]

It had only been a couple weeks since Tim had seem a good war and we was thinking that this one my be able to stand up to some of the ones that he when he was at school. Hopefully. Though, we he though about it, the one that they had had just before this one that was centered around one of his students, Nell. She was a very bright girl and he still wondered why the war had actually happened in the first place, but half the time these the only people that know why a war started was the people that started and no one else. Lets just say that he wouldn't want to know why it had started anyways, he just wasn't like that has a people or a teacher. After the past couple weeks he could tell that things weren't about to get better any time soon and it seemed that people were much more ruthless than beck in his day.The medical wing was full with people that had been hurt and it was starting to get a little crammed.

As soon as Tim walked into his office he was happy to see that a couple students were taking a little while off this whole war thing to actually get some work done, thankfully. It was something different because at the same time he could see that they classroom had been split into two sides which just happened to be the same sides of the war. Laughing a little to himself Tim walked over to his desk and started to go through a few papers that he had stacked up on his desk at this point and pile seemed like it was larger than a couple days ago. Though it was good to see one of his students come up to him and ask for some help and it just happened to be the person that he was just thinking about, Nell. "Hello, Nell," Tim said with a smile on his face, "Sure, what do you need help with?"

[NELL DOE DALE]

Nell brushed her loose strands of hair behind her ear, as she looked down at her paper. ”Well, I guess most importantly I was wondering about the project you assigned us,” she told her professor, taking out the sheet of paper he’d given them. She liked to keep herself organized so she knew exactly where each paper was. ”Since Sam is like, your best student and all,” she said dramatically, holding up her hand and rolling her eyes up as if praising the almight lord Jesus. ”She came up with the fabulous idea of an interview with the character we chose. It’s the Knave from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, by the way.” As if she wasn’t already long-wided enough, the Earth girl continued, ”Well, I believe it to be fabulous, but I was wondering how it sounded to you?” She always liked to get her professors’ opinions, especially Harkness, since he was so friendly and easy to talk to. Nell always admired people like him, and it almost made her aspire to be a professor here. Don’t think about the future.

In any case, she wanted to get his thoughts and views on the project, knowing that a lot of students would simply do whatever they wanted. Some people procrastinated or half-assed it, but there were quite a few who aimed for the best marks they could get. She was of the latter, and sometimes she had to wonder if it at all mattered. If she ended up losing her freedom, would it make a difference if she got an A on this project? It was because of this that she didn’t really focus on it. ”Sorry if I’m being a nuisance,” Nell then remarked with an apologetic grimace. It seemed she apologized a lot, something that she really didn’t notice herself. Even though he was a professor, she still didn’t like to be a burden on others.