Guidance Anyone?

[higher_guidance]

Who:Any student in need of academic guidance, or just someone to talk to
What: Guidance Counseling
When: M-F 9 am - 4:55 pm
Where: Mr. Van Der Meer's office
Warnings: Possible mentions of drug use and teenage angst

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[aussiewombat]

Jack trudges through the hallways towards the office of the head shrink his face stuck in a grumpy off putting scowl as he crumples up the little note that was sent to his classroom to tell him it was time for his "feelings" talk of the week.
One of the conditions of his being allowed to transfer to this school with his record.
He knocks limply at the door, thinking it's probably too much to ask for that he isn't in.

[higher_guidance]

It was just Jack's luck that Maarten was in. He was on his 30th Minesweeper game of the morning, but he was there. He looked at his clock again, realizing who it probably was.
"Come on in."

[aussiewombat]

Jack swung the door open and closed it with a loud thud, his whole demeanor aggressive and hostile as he took a few steps to the desk and stood in front of it so he could continue to look down at the councilor dropping the half torn note on his desk.

"You called?"
He gruffly said not even offering one of his polite "g'day"'s.

[higher_guidance]

Maarten just leaned back in his chair, elbow resting on the arm of his chair and his chin resting of his palm as he looked at Jack for a moment, ignoring the question for the moment and nodding to one of the comfortable chairs in front of his desk.

"Sit down Jack, please. Not enjoying getting out of class?"

[freedomfriez]

Alfred trudges down the hall, in Monday's wear - a cheerleader's outfit. He sighed as he thought about it - they wouldn't let him be the president of the Student Council if he missed a lot of classes. Except he already was the president of it, and had loved the idea of this year's Spirit Week. Not to mention he still needed a date for the dance...

He shook his head, trying not to let his thoughts wander. He was here for a reason, he reminded himself. And so, without further ado, he gave the door three loud knocks, a sheepish grin on his face.

You'd be sheepish, too, if you had basically missed the first two or more weeks of school.

[higher_guidance]

"Come in." The voice from inside sounded like someone currently bored out of their mind and trying to hide it. Maarten hated slow days.

[mansae]

Yong Soo didn't necessarily need academic counseling but there was a concern he was having with his elder sibling lately. It troubled him greatly but there was no sense in talking it out with Yao. He needed to discuss this with somebody else, a third party preferably, who wouldn't judge this great drama. Somewhere in the back of Yong Soo's mind, this was a really bad idea. He didn't want to risk upsetting Yao should he find out, but...

"I don't have an appointment but this is urgent!" he said after stepping in the room and making sure it was empty.

[higher_guidance]

A muffled "Ow!" came from under the desk. The room had appeared empty because Mr. Van Der Meer was currently under his desk, looking for an item he had dropped. A tousled blonde head looked over the edge and he swore softly in Dutch.

"Sorry about that." he said, standing up and sitting back down in his seat. "Please sit down, how can I help you?"

[mansae]

Yong Soo took his seat immediately, a grave and rare expression on his face. The blond man looked approachable, at least. He seemed relaxed and open, making the Korean boy more comfortable with this situation.

"My aniki is acting weird and I don't know what to do!" he cried, grasping the edge of the table. "And everybody else doesn't understand! What do I do?"

[higher_guidance]

"Well, the first thing you should do is tell me your name. And the name of your aniki. And then calm down and tell me exactly what the problem is. I think that's the best way to start." Maarten smiled at the Korean boy, leaning back in his chair.

[omg_sunlight]

Silently, the Antarctic boy knocked on the door. He blushed, standing in the school's standard girl's uniform. What a humiliating way to go to the guidance counselor...But then again. It was a comfortable uniform, and he didn't really mind it...But it was a rather embarrassing outfit to wear. And that boys uniform was so stiff and warm.

"U-Uh excuse me..." He muttered peering his head into the room.

[higher_guidance]

Maarten Van Der Meer, for all intents and purposes, looked as though he was sound asleep, his head fallen to the side and leaning on his shoulders and hands clasped over his stomach. Luckily he doesn't snore.

[omg_sunlight]

Simon sighed a little, seeing the couselor in such a funny position. Perhaps he had come at a bad time.

"U-uh...M-Mr. Van der Meer...?"

[higher_guidance]

Maarten stirred, having heard his name called again. He blinks sleepy eyes and looks at who was calling him. "Ah, so terribly sorry, I was up a little late last night. Please, come in, what can I help you with?" He sat up in his chair, wiping the sleep from his eyes and taking a drink from the soda on his desk. Luckily he had only been asleep about ten minutes or so.

[booze_in_cmajor]

Johannes threw open the door to his brother's office, gripping the arm of a rather attractive student, and barged into the office. He was irate--in a calm sort of way--and this was all he could think of doing.

"This student, has absolutely no respect," Johannes began, showing the student to Maarten. "Just...just..." He reached his hand to his forehead, pushing up his glasses. "Listen."

[higher_guidance]

Maarten leaned back in his chair, putting down Dune and slipping a piece of paper in to mark his place. He was used to his brother bursting into his office, though not usually in the company of a student. He looked at said student and nodded at one of the chairs.
"Please, sit down. Johannes, you don't have to stay if you don't want to, I'm sure you have a class to teach. And thank you."

[libidofrancaise]

Francis put on his "charmer" routine as he looked at the handsome guidance counsellor in front of him. With any luck, perhaps this man would be easier to seduce. "Bonjour." He sits down. "You're looking nice today." He flashes a charming smile towards the counsellor.

[higher_guidance]

"Thank you, you look nice yourself. Please, sit down, I hate for people to be uncomfortable in my office. Now, what is this Mr. Van Der Meer said about you not having any respect."
Maarten had also heard rumors about the younger man and as curious as he had to admit (only to himself) to being about the student he had no intention of seeing if any of them were true. Not even that one about what Francis could do with nothing more than a Popsicle and his own mouth.