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Post by Laike Stone on Dec 24, 2011 1:03:24 GMT -5
ke…Laike… Someone was calling him. His mind tried to trace the source, to give it a voice, to give it life. But he wasn’t quite done zoning out so instead he pushed the voice out of his head and pressed his eyes more tightly shut. A stuffy afternoon wind gently brushed along his side, reminding him of the open window just to the side of his bed. The warm breeze tugged playfully at the strands of hair spread across his forehead, tickling his face, and then moved to pull at the milky curtains that half concealed the other side of the bed. Despite the breeze, it was hot and it smelled like gauze and anesthetics somewhere nearby. Frowning in his sleep, it made him feel like he was in a hospital room with a broken AC.
Laike….Laike! Someone called yet again. It sounded like some shrill cd player was skipping over that single word. It definitely wasn’t helping him shoot off to dreamland. ”—wake up you sleepy head!” Sluggishly, he opened his eyes and was blinded for a moment by the sudden afternoon sun that dappled through the window. His eyes adjusted and fell upon the girl who’d been calling him. Ah, that’s right. He was at the infirmary. Or better said, he’d sneaked into the infirmary some time ago. How long has it been now? Was school over? No…It was too bright out. ”Really, you surprise me, Laike. How can you continue to sleep in such a situation?” And just why was he in such a position anyways? Looking more closely, the girl was practically straddling him, her uniform a bit disheveled, and because of the heat he’d gotten loose and comfortable in his own right after he’d lied down. It had definitely not been because of her though. She was a classmate of his, he noticed, and she was not bad looking either, but…. ”What is it? Did you lose some bet?” He sighed and combed his hair back in exasperation. Not noticing he’d been followed all the way to the infirmary—he must have been really out of it.
“Hmph! Of course not. I just wanted to make sure you were al—“
”I’m fine. You can head back to class now.”
”Don’t be so stingy. Let’s have some fun.” She purred and bended forward, haughtily looking up through her lashes and puckering very rosy lips. Laike couldn’t help but appreciate her expertise and effort and let slip a chuckle. But instead of finding her attractive, he was suddenly just curious about her. He looked down and wondered just what kind of pokemon she was, not at all falling into the mood she was baiting. Everyone here was a shifter, after all. Everyone had some reason or other to have ended up at this place. He idly wondered what was hers. Sighing, he placed a finger against her lips and stopped her just before she would kiss him. ”Look—“
The door to the infirmary slip open, popping the girl’s bubble better than he could have ever pulled off. Both of them swiveled their heads in the direction of the entrance.
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Post by EMERIC BAPTISTE on Dec 24, 2011 1:36:52 GMT -5
A sigh passed through the blond's lips, and a hand ran through his spiky hair. You wouldn't believe it if he told you there wasn't any hair gel or hair spray coating the spikes. They were soft to the touch, yet they only stayed up, 'swooshing' to one side as his mother put it, because they decided to defy the laws of gravity. Cerulean eyes skimmed over the sheet of paper in his other hand, going over all the information. One of the students had given him a list of all their allergies, and the list was pretty long.
Peanuts, deadly. Dust, sneezing and watery eyes. Tomatoes, rashes. Wheat, straight to the bathroom. And the list goes on. He read over the information a couple of times before sighing once more. Students these days had a lot of allergies, especially this one. She should be stuck in a bubble instead of allowed to roam the island. Or, at least, she should carry an epipen with her everywhere. Shaking his head, Emeric gazed around the staff lounge. No one was there, so there was nothing else keeping him from going back to his office--aka the infirmary.
The shifter headed for the open door, passing through it and into the empty halls. The few people he spotted were either scrambling to get back to class, taking their sweet time going to wherever the restrooms were located, or just plain skipping. He would get on to some of them, telling them to get to class, but his timid nature didn't let him. The blond focused on where he was heading, choosing to block out those around him. Within minutes, he was standing in front of the door to the infirmary.
His eyes glanced up from the paper once more as muffled voices reached his ears. There shouldn't be anyone in there... I've only been gone for, what? The nurse checked the digital watch on his wrist, only for his right eye to twitch. Half an hour... Crap. He had been gone much longer than intended. If only this student didn't have a long list of allergies, then he would have been gone and back within five. He reached for the doorknob, a little hesitant as he didn't know what he would find on the otherside.
The wooden door slid open, a slight creak causing him to cringe. Though, upon laying his eyes on the scene before him, the creak didn't seem too important. His face flushed crimson at the sight, and his eyes widened. "U-um..." Emeric cleared his throat, opening the door all the way and stepping in. "I... I would appreciate it if you didn't use the i-infirmary for your... Eh, mating rituals..." Eheh, yeah... Just goes to show who was living in a forest all his life... But, really, he didn't know how else to say it! You walk into your office, expecting to see two students on different cots, only to find the female straddling the male. That... That isn't awkward at all...
ooc: fail~. XD and, the long list of allergies were actually my own. >3>;;
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Post by Laike Stone on Dec 25, 2011 7:49:25 GMT -5
They both turned their heads at the sound of the door opening, but the girl seemed to the most startled by the sudden appearance of the school nurse. It was the nurse however, who blushed furiously at the sight. Something wasn’t quite right with this picture though. Wasn’t it them, the ‘couple’ who’d been caught red handed, the ones who should be looking flustered and ashamed, and not the ‘adult’ who chanced upon them? Looking at the Nurse stumble on his words, Laike was very much amused in that moment even though his serious face didn’t show it. He didn’t feel anything after all, not shame, or embarrassment, or any immediate urge to repent, and yet this grown man seemed right at the tip of these emotions. He must not have a girlfriend. He looked up and saw that the girl bent over him looked just as unmoved. At least, until the Nurse finished ‘reprimanding’ them. She looked hostile then.
”Haa? Mating ritual? What world do you live in?” She chuckled with a sort of glare, clearly spiteful that she’d been interrupted. Laike switched views again and decidedly felt more pity for the nurse, which made this an awkward moment.
Shifting up, he gently took hold of the girl’s cheeks and drew in her face until her lips pressed against his in a tight lock, prolonging the moment until her face flushed red with surprise. An interesting reaction, he noticed. ” You heard him. It’s not mating season. Go back to class.” He breathed after parting their faces. It seemed like the two had all but forgotten a certain third party had become their audience.
”W-what? What about you?” She fussed. He smiled. ”I lied. I’m actually injured. So I’ll stay a bit longer. “ She looked unconvinced, but so what? He really didn’t feel like expending his efforts here. But she gave in at the end and rolled off the bed, her cheeks still warmly colored. ”Fine” she pouted and fixed her uniform on the way as she shoved past the nurse to the hall. The room immediately felt less stuffy with her gone. ”Hey Doc. You were terrible just now” Laike said cheerfully from the comfort of his cot. As if he had though it over first, he waved a little hello right afterward.
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Post by EMERIC BAPTISTE on Dec 27, 2011 14:21:05 GMT -5
The nurse gulped, prying his eyes away from the scene before him. This was certainly awkward. For him, at least. The students seemed more irritated and amused. It wasn't his fault he was a rabbit! Blame Arceus. He was the one who created shifters in the first place! Just catching the end of what the girl had said, the blond blinked a few times in confusion, looking back over to the two students. He instantly regretted it, looking away quickly. The floor was really shiny today! He would have to thank the janitor later. Oh wait, world? Well, this one of course! Then again, he did grow up in a forest. Was that what she meant by world?
Emeric entered the room a bit more, quickly stepping out of the way of the female student as she went past. It was then that he decided it was safe to look up once more. That was certainly awkward, and he really didn't want it to happen again. He should, probably, maybe report that to the headmaster, or at least the co-headmaster since he was much scarier and stricter... But, that Luxray was far to scary for even him to go to! Plus, since it happened in his room, some of the blame would be put on him instead of the students. Gah, just scratch that idea.
The blond ran his free hand through his hair, allowing a sigh to drain the color from his face. "Students..." He muttered, sending the best glare he could, which really wasn't much, to the student on the cot. Making his way across the infirmary, he all but collapsed on to the rolly chair in front of his desk. After a few moments, he turned the chair to where his back was facing the younger shifter. He turned on the computer and logged in, allowing it to boot up. Finally deciding to break his own little silence, the Lopunny spoke. "Mind telling me why you are here?" His voice had much more confidence when he wasn't able to see the person he was speaking to. Maybe he should walk around with a blindfold on...
The computer finally logged him in, and Emeric opened up one of the programs that had every student's information in it. He typed away, entering the allergy information for the new student into the system. The food allergies would then go to the cafeteria ladies--or were there men working there, too?--so they could make sure said student didn't kill herself while eating. He then turned around in the rolly chair so he was facing the student once more.
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