V had felt, as the semester had been coming to a close, that there were places other than Fandom better suited to his particular talents. He read the paper daily, and found himself pondering the situations in other cities, where there was clear oppression and destruction of hope, as obvious to him as the newsprint upon which he read it ( Read more... )

V was perched at his desk and patiently working out grades for his class. Every now and then he'd pause and make a note on another page.

[Sorry for not getting this up sooner - detained by RL. AFK for a few hours until 9, woe!]

V was sitting in his office, happily drinking an iced coffee through a straw that went under his mask.

He was tapping at a computer, and it seemed to be pretty intense. If one could see the screen, thay would see that he was in the middle of a bidding war over a jukebox.

[I disappear for awhile around 5, but otherwise door and post are open yay

V was again sitting at his desk, though today, his office was much more visitor-ready. He had Vivaldi playing, and around the room, pictures were neatly tacked up on the walls ( Read more... )

V was sitting in his office, shuffling through grades and papers in case parents wanted to see them.

The door? Wide open.

[Stupid work. Sorry for the late post.]

Not being a terribly superstitious man, V was in his office today, curiously poking around the internet.

He might - might - have been looking at eBay. Or recipes. Or both. But he wasn't likely to show any of it to anyone who came in.

[Open, but blah blah slowplay due to school, and I may or may not have some really nasty access issues again when ( Read more... )

V slipped into his office early in the morning and tucked himself behind his desk, where he began to work on the projects he had planning for his students.

If he giggled occasionally, you were probably imagining it.

[SLOW LIKE WHOA as I am AFK until tonight due to work and school.]

Today, V was sitting at his desk in the hallway outside his office.

Why?

Anyone's guess, reallyWhen he'd arrived, he'd instantly located the offensive material (super-smell was fun that way) and disposed of it ( Read more... )

V was sitting in his office once again, and meticulously sorting through papers.

Once he finished that, though, he was back to doodling sketching - both from memory, and from a small card sitting on his desk.

His door, however, was absolutely open.

[Wee bit of SP while I do morning errands/get to school/take a test. I'll be around regularly in ( Read more... )

V swooped into his office to work on grading and attendance, his cape sweeping behind him before he tossed it over his chair.

He'd just picked up his pen and reached into a drawer absently to grab a file. Of course, something leapt out at him, and the spring had almost not even triggered before V had pinned the...thing against the desk with a ( Read more... )