Buffy straightens, and hastily sticks the pencil she's in the middle of sharpening for the third time behind the computer. Which she still isn't sure how to use.
"Yes!" There's already a sharpened pencil behind the computer. Next to the computer, then. Does she get an official email address? "That's me. And . . . you are?"
This opportunity=Far too good to pass up.weareblessedJanuary 5 2010, 06:41:42 UTC
Allison Bromley occupies a unique place in the school. What with the boom of vampirism she's in a special class. It's like gay parents, transgender-meet a NEW subclass.
Understandably, "Ally" has been acting out. But Charles Bromley, cancer patient turned VAMPIRE, is rich enough to afford people who can pay to get him in to talk to his daughter's guidance counselor. Charles has NEVER understood his child-and he understands her FAR less since turning So. hopefully this Summers girl can maybe shed some light on this.
Maybe.
Charles Adjusts his heavy sunglasses, eyeballing the...girl?
He coughed into his hand, "...You're Miss Summers?"
Re: I know rite? <3stillbecomingJanuary 5 2010, 07:09:37 UTC
"Oh! I-I thought -- right. Allison." She drops the pencil back in the pencil holder, and opens her mouth again. And then she just stops, staring at the fangs.
[ooc: I hope this thing is still open 'cause I really couldn't resist :D]
A tallish young man walks slowly toward her desk, takes a chair, and sits in it. His posture is perfectly straight.
It's hard to get words out of young Hannibal, but they send you to the guidance counselor when you stab a fellow student with a fork during lunch hour.
"That was your cue to tell me your name," Buffy tells him. "I mean, you don't have to, but in case you were wondering, that's why I said mine. Since it's already on this shiny placard."
Dinah turns up at the exact time of her appointment, and drops into the chair.
She doesn't say anything. All she has to do is get through this fifteen minutes and then she can go back to napping in Math. The biggest problem, she's finding, with being a teen vigilante, is the lack of any decent sleep opportunities.
So here she is, sent ot the guidance councillor for her brand spanking new 'attitude problem' that'd just go away if people would let her sleep.
Buffy has given up on sharpening her pencils to deadly, patrol-worthy points, and is instead playing Minesweeper over and over on her very shiny computer while she tries to figure out how to work the email system.
Then somebody sits down across from her, and she clicks, startled, on a square nearly surrounded by 5s.
BOOM, says Minesweeper.
"Hi," says Buffy. Maybe she should have turned off the sound first.
"Okay!" says Buffy, trying to mute her computer without looking away from Dinah. When she glances back at the screen for a moment, it's somehow turned pink. Oops. Maybe -- maybe she'll just leave it alone for now. Hands in her lap.
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Peculiarly, Sunnydale High teachers do not threaten to marry their students when this happens! Instead, they send them to the guidance counselor.
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Buffy straightens, and hastily sticks the pencil she's in the middle of sharpening for the third time behind the computer. Which she still isn't sure how to use.
"Hi!" Maybe that was unprofessional. "Hello."
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Duck sidles in, looking simultaneously dejected and sheepish.
"Ummmmmm . . . are you Miss Summers?"
She's already gotten lost once and ended up in the swim coach's office. That . . . didn't go well.
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"I think my life needs some serious re-evaluation."
She sounds like she's somewhere between ennui, dejection, and sarcasm. Y'know. Teenaged.
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"Oh?"
A moment later: "Well, that's what I'm here for. Re-evalu . . . evaluating. Talking. About evaluating."
Maybe this girl should re-evalute her shoulders.
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"Got any suggestions on how to graduate high school without killing anyone?"
Okay, she actually screwed up her chances of achieving that goal at her last school, but, you know. Can't hurt to ask.
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"Depends," she says aloud. "What specific danger of killing people are you in?"
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Understandably, "Ally" has been acting out. But Charles Bromley, cancer patient turned VAMPIRE, is rich enough to afford people who can pay to get him in to talk to his daughter's guidance counselor. Charles has NEVER understood his child-and he understands her FAR less since turning
So. hopefully this Summers girl can maybe shed some light on this.
Maybe.
Charles Adjusts his heavy sunglasses, eyeballing the...girl?
He coughed into his hand, "...You're Miss Summers?"
Disbelief. He has it.
crack is love? or not. I'm good either way. <3
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"I know I'm just wasting pencil, but this one was looking kind of blunt at the end, really it was, and I -- yes?"
She tries to remember the last thing Principal Wood said. "Are you the gym teacher?"
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There is a pause, "...no." He stares, looking for a chair, "I'm Charles Bromley? ...Father of Allison?"
He seems truly confused, "...Principal Wood assured me..." hmph. Human bureacrats.
"Well." He extended a hand and smiled, showing his fangs, "...it's...nice to meet you at any rate."
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"Nice to meet you."
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A tallish young man walks slowly toward her desk, takes a chair, and sits in it. His posture is perfectly straight.
It's hard to get words out of young Hannibal, but they send you to the guidance counselor when you stab a fellow student with a fork during lunch hour.
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He's still not saying anything. "Hi!" she says, still smiling brightly. "I'm Miss Summers."
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He inclines his head a fraction of an inch to the left.
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"That was your cue to tell me your name," Buffy tells him. "I mean, you don't have to, but in case you were wondering, that's why I said mine. Since it's already on this shiny placard."
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She doesn't say anything. All she has to do is get through this fifteen minutes and then she can go back to napping in Math. The biggest problem, she's finding, with being a teen vigilante, is the lack of any decent sleep opportunities.
So here she is, sent ot the guidance councillor for her brand spanking new 'attitude problem' that'd just go away if people would let her sleep.
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Then somebody sits down across from her, and she clicks, startled, on a square nearly surrounded by 5s.
BOOM, says Minesweeper.
"Hi," says Buffy. Maybe she should have turned off the sound first.
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And she adds, "I'm not a problem student, OK? I've just got a lot on at the moment."
they don't have to have this conversation.
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"How much is a lot?"
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