it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 22 2009, 22:36:11 UTC
Caspian has another five minutes to make it to his next class. Dressed in uniform now because it has been a few weeks into the term, his tie sort of flaps along as he jogs own the hall, having been delayed by checking his silly phone thing for messages. A text from Zach, a text from Claire, a text from Zach to Claire through Caspian to text back to Claire when she could probably just say it to Zach. Say what? Well they're probably in different rooms right now which is no excuse, and yet serves every excuse for Caspian to check his own messages, none of which come from one Peter Pevensie. It has only been weeks, maybe this Jack has yet to break a leg or something. Nevermind. He continues down the hall and makes a quick turn around the next corner without looking.
it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 22 2009, 22:46:08 UTC
The bell having rung, Peter Petrelli notices the people filing back and forth, notices the hallways emptying out relatively fast, notices that even though he has been here for over a week--he was late to get here after all--he still manages to get himself lost. Well, lost might not be the word for it. He knows where he is, or he would if he was paying any attention to where he's going, which he is, sort of, a little. Add to that little, however, that he walks without hesitation, as one in a hurry might, when he rounds the corner it should come as no surprise to anyone that it's an easy thing for him, running into this other person who seems to be just as aware of where he is headed
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 22 2009, 23:00:42 UTC
Oof! Caspian stumbles back and drops none of his own belongings as they're all in his shoulder bag. Unlike his public school friends he doesn't use a typical backpack which would probably prove itself far more efficient than this thing, but it's regulation. Seeing the folders fall to the floor he doesn't even think twice about their implication before bending down to help this stranger pick them up.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Here," he offers a folder to Peter. "You should hurry too or we'll be late for class, unless you have a free period," the brunette nods, assuming this new face is running errands for a teacher. It occurs to him then that this other person is a new face in a small student body. Is he a transfer student too? Like himself? The prospect of making a friend is almost too shiny to resist and in that same moment he realizes how sort of pathetic it is to get so excited over someone else's misery wanting company. Nevertheless he does remark, "I haven't seen you in any of my classes, and I
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 22 2009, 23:12:02 UTC
Having picked up all that he can reach before the student who stops to help has gotten the rest, Peter takes those too, but he does so graciously with a mild thanks or something that sort of meanders off as he realizes what this person is saying to him. To his credit, he doesn't sigh, but he does make a sort of face, one that could say well no but might also say and how young do YOU think I am and so on. This is the third time today he has been mistaken for a member of the student body rather than the staff, and while he doesn't mind too much it still does make him wonder. Is it the clothes? He knows he's dressed too casually for this place, probably, only with a light blue button down and black slacks. No tie, no jacket, nothing else, and his shoes are...sneakers. Yes, well, whatever. If they want a nurse as badly as they claim to, Peter is quite sure they can deal with him opting for comfortable footwear. It's habit. About to make the correction, to inform this person of exactly why he has not been seen in any of his many classes,
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 22 2009, 23:17:38 UTC
"Yes you too," Caspian says as he adjusts the strap on his shoulder. He continues down the emptied hall only to turn slightly to address Peter again. "Maybe I'll see you in another class," he says in his bidding farewell, complete with an amiable wave. He is dressed peculiarly for a student, but if he was transferred in the middle of a term well that's certainly difficult. Likely he hasn't been fitted for a proper uniform yet. Caspian thinks to himself that if he does see that face again he will do his best to make him feel welcome. But first he has to get to class because dead boys don't make particularly efficient welcome parties.
it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 22 2009, 23:29:15 UTC
Other than that most minor collision earlier the day has gone on without a hitch. With all the folders and files on students mostly kept in the office, Peter has only asked for copies of those who have made a slightly more notorious presence as far as his work is concerned. Most of these faces aren't familiar--yet--but he recognizes one as the boy he ran into earlier. Figures
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 22 2009, 23:50:48 UTC
What they were arguing about can be dissected for days. In the end it would still come down to a he said/he said sort of situation. One boy insulted another, however indirectly, then those insults became direct and the other boy could no longer abide by the rule of sticks and stones. In that case, he technically threw the first punch and for that he ought to be suspended, but the administration understood his situation, they understood his family's checkbook even better. A nice juicy tuition was worth a mouthy boy with a black eye. That student would live and this one would just take the heat for it outside of class, probably. Boys school rules, it's how they do things here. As long as no one had to go to the hospital and parents had no intention of suing who really cared? Aside from Peter Petrelli that is
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 23 2009, 00:01:45 UTC
"Hi," the unexpected nurse smiles easily and waves Caspian over to one of the clinic beds, the simple paper covered things that rise only about three feet off the ground and sit on metal legs. "I don't think I'd be very good at teaching," he adds in response to the half humor, which he makes whole with half of his own and a short laugh
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 23 2009, 00:12:31 UTC
"Why is that," asks the brunette who has learned the art of redirecting focus, except grown ups seem to be much better at it or better at evading it than he is.
Either way, he takes a seat as directed on the low bed, not wanting to be rude to someone he was kind to much earlier in the same day. Not a student, definitely, maybe a graduate student? The answer to that hardly matters, it just keeps Caspian distracted from his other question which if the Telmarine wanted to be cheeky he could just say he got into a fight. Isn't that obvious, nurse? He doesn't even consider that sort of undeserved response and averts his gaze while offering his hands to Peter for inspection. The knuckles on both are cut and scraped as if he'd punched stone instead of another boy's face. This is partially true as both combatants had been fighting in one of the classically carved campus archways. One wonders how much money the administration spends on making the school look good
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 23 2009, 00:24:56 UTC
"You won't be suspended," he shakes his head and rolls his eyes but then he smiles again, and everything is meant only to lighten the atmosphere, to present whoever comes through the door with as comfortable an environment as a clinic can be, which he knows, often, isn't very. Anyway, the first matter is to inspect for any bits of anything that might have gotten into said scrapes, and he does this, cleaning as he does so once discerning this is all as surface oriented as it looks.
Curious, he glances up now, brow slightly arched.
"Well why did you?" is the simple question that follows that. "He seemed a little whiny," he goes on briefly, starting with the antiseptic. "But I figure it was more than that."
The boy he met this morning doesn't punch people for no good reason, he's pretty sure.
it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 23 2009, 00:39:25 UTC
"No, I suppose not..." Caspian concedes quietly. Talking, however inane the subject, takes away from the sting he feels along his knuckles when Peter begins cleaning them.
"They were being unkind about a friend of mine," a teacher to be exact, but the nurse doesn't need to know as much as Susan doesn't need to know. "I said they shouldn't talk like that, which they didn't like very much," and that doesn't come as any surprise to Caspian either. "So that boy," he nods to the door, indicating the one who just left, "said something particularly crude. Then I hit him."
it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 23 2009, 00:49:50 UTC
"I see," he says, and he does. Public school isn't the same as private, all boy affairs, but they aren't necessarily any nicer. This is what Peter knows from hearsay of course, basing it more on that than his own experience, widely unimpressive and forgettable as it is. It's what he does now that is more important anyway
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 23 2009, 00:59:48 UTC
From what he knows, all of it also hearsay from his friends at that school, a public institution has the same problems, just carried out in a different way. None of it any better than the other, really, and that's the kind of difference based on privilege, class, and several other things that can be argued for days and weeks, months and years even. Centuries too if one takes a close look at history. Whatever happened to Marius Romanus, he wonders. He admired that teacher very much even if all he taught were evening classes, then he disappeared without a trace. He was one of the two Caspian truly considered wonderful educators and good people to spend time with, now only Susan remains. He hopes she stays at least until his graduation, if he can make it to graduation day unscathed
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 23 2009, 01:12:50 UTC
"Peter," be answers, and then because Peter is a common name, he adds, "Peter Petrelli, just got here...two weeks ago?" He laughs because he's honestly not sure of the precise date. Oh well. Just one other reason he's not a teacher
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 23 2009, 01:28:59 UTC
What is it with likable men and the name Peter? Well, this one is far more outgoing than the other one, at least where first impressions are concerned. Honestly he hasn't known either of them long enough to judge, which is a pity considering how long he's noticed the other Peter. Anyway, Caspian nods and makes to offer his hand for a shake, except both hands have been bandaged so maybe it would be best not to undo Petrelli's work.
"Peter. I am Caspian, but you may already know that," he probably already knows he's a senior too. "I apologize, I didn't know you are the new nurse. You're not exactly what I expected," Caspian adds without attaching the impression his clothing and demeanor gave him, that and he thought he'd be older.
"No, but you are right," says the student who accepts the cloth covered ice pack. He holds it to the bruise, one that will swell nowhere near to the size of the other boy's, hah. "It's okay, I would rather not be dishonest. I don't come here frequently but I have been here more often than I should
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it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 23 2009, 01:41:41 UTC
Nodding, he runs a hand through his hair, making a face as if to say yeah I get that a lot about the age, the clothes, the unexpectedness of it all.
"You don't need to apologize," he holds up a hand, placating. "And yeah, that's it," he confirms, but what he doesn't say is this time anyway. He has little doubt that he's likely to see this one again, but he only feels badly about it in the sense that Caspian seems kind and probably undeserving of idiotic handling that happens between boys who don't know how to use words or fists. Stupid, but it's the age or something, so they say. Peter doesn't really buy that either. He's seen plenty of adults make complete asses of themselves, and more than once, and quite a few are related to him. Swallowing an annoyed sigh at that thought, leaning at the side of his desk, he knows Nathan thinks what he does is a waste and his father even worse, but whatever. It's what he wants to do
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"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Here," he offers a folder to Peter. "You should hurry too or we'll be late for class, unless you have a free period," the brunette nods, assuming this new face is running errands for a teacher. It occurs to him then that this other person is a new face in a small student body. Is he a transfer student too? Like himself? The prospect of making a friend is almost too shiny to resist and in that same moment he realizes how sort of pathetic it is to get so excited over someone else's misery wanting company. Nevertheless he does remark, "I haven't seen you in any of my classes, and I ( ... )
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Either way, he takes a seat as directed on the low bed, not wanting to be rude to someone he was kind to much earlier in the same day. Not a student, definitely, maybe a graduate student? The answer to that hardly matters, it just keeps Caspian distracted from his other question which if the Telmarine wanted to be cheeky he could just say he got into a fight. Isn't that obvious, nurse? He doesn't even consider that sort of undeserved response and averts his gaze while offering his hands to Peter for inspection. The knuckles on both are cut and scraped as if he'd punched stone instead of another boy's face. This is partially true as both combatants had been fighting in one of the classically carved campus archways. One wonders how much money the administration spends on making the school look good ( ... )
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Curious, he glances up now, brow slightly arched.
"Well why did you?" is the simple question that follows that. "He seemed a little whiny," he goes on briefly, starting with the antiseptic. "But I figure it was more than that."
The boy he met this morning doesn't punch people for no good reason, he's pretty sure.
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"They were being unkind about a friend of mine," a teacher to be exact, but the nurse doesn't need to know as much as Susan doesn't need to know. "I said they shouldn't talk like that, which they didn't like very much," and that doesn't come as any surprise to Caspian either. "So that boy," he nods to the door, indicating the one who just left, "said something particularly crude. Then I hit him."
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"Peter. I am Caspian, but you may already know that," he probably already knows he's a senior too. "I apologize, I didn't know you are the new nurse. You're not exactly what I expected," Caspian adds without attaching the impression his clothing and demeanor gave him, that and he thought he'd be older.
"No, but you are right," says the student who accepts the cloth covered ice pack. He holds it to the bruise, one that will swell nowhere near to the size of the other boy's, hah. "It's okay, I would rather not be dishonest. I don't come here frequently but I have been here more often than I should ( ... )
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"You don't need to apologize," he holds up a hand, placating. "And yeah, that's it," he confirms, but what he doesn't say is this time anyway. He has little doubt that he's likely to see this one again, but he only feels badly about it in the sense that Caspian seems kind and probably undeserving of idiotic handling that happens between boys who don't know how to use words or fists. Stupid, but it's the age or something, so they say. Peter doesn't really buy that either. He's seen plenty of adults make complete asses of themselves, and more than once, and quite a few are related to him. Swallowing an annoyed sigh at that thought, leaning at the side of his desk, he knows Nathan thinks what he does is a waste and his father even worse, but whatever. It's what he wants to do ( ... )
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