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| Hitting the Books; Open | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 07:57 AM (314 Views) | |
| Triage | Nov 28 2014, 07:57 AM Post #1 |
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Time: 4:45 pm Date: 11/28/14 Location: The Library In all his years in the education system, Chris never did figure out how his father could have loved books so much that he started teaching other people about it, but he wished that he had paid a little more attention during those rants about the symbolism that an author uses in the story to represent some deeper aspect of the time whence they lived in. Well, there was no use in worrying about it now seeing as how he still had to finish the paper over ‘The Iliad’ that was before him, and he was almost done with it if he could think of a conclusion that didn’t make it sound as if he just copied and pasted the opening lines for each of his previous paragraphs. Tapping his fingers on the table, it was almost as if the words he wanted were on the tip of his tongue, and all that he needed to do was spit them out. Sadly, it wasn’t that easy or he would have been done by now. Finally, he took his pencil, leaned his head back and balanced it on his nose with eyes closed, and that was when he drifted off to sleep. His subconscious took him to a life where he was much older and rushing through an emergency room as a real doctor where he didn’t have to use his powers to save lives. Of course, the dream didn’t last for long because while he was running toward a patient someone knocked into him and caused him to start to fall. Naturally, his head actually hit the floor when he fell in his dream because he had accidentally pushed himself backwards in reality. “Well, that hurt,” muttered Chris as he rubbed the back of his head. Guess that was what that movie meant by a ‘kick’ waking one out of a dream abruptly, but he did wish that it would have woke him up before he hit the ground so he could have caught himself. Well, there was no point in worrying about that now, so he picked himself up off the ground and fixed his chair. “I glad no one saw me do that. It would have been quite embarrassing.” |
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| Push | Nov 28 2014, 10:20 PM Post #2 |
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Muscle memory was supposed to be something innate. If you did something enough you could trick your body into knowing it and repeating it without thought or some other 'Wax On Wax Off' philosophy that Kyle was pretty certain was the emanating in at least on of the Karate Kid movies. The point was if you done something enough you were opposed to get used to it. So why did all of this till feel so very new to him? It was liking stepping into a too bright room after bing in a dark closet, everything felt a little to harsh, to raw, to real. He had loved teaching, he reminded himself, or at least he had thought he had, Now away he wasn't so sure of much of anything anymore. He thought of the memorial etched out in front of the school baring the names of those that had lost their lives during the Purifier attack. So many kid he had thought, to many kids. He had taught some of them could still remember them clearly though some faces faded with memory into others. In the end all the dead he supposed looked the same and brought with them the same feelings; guilt, shame, regret. He wondered if he had been here could he have made a difference? Would he have senses something, suspected something, been able to do something? Old traditions of those who liked their host and their grievances and no on ended his more then himself. He tried himself nightly n his own court of conscience if not for what happened at Xaviers then for any other number of sins and crimes. It was strange he thought normal people would dread their ghost but he welcomed his and why should't he at this point they were his most constant companions. pencil grasped between his teeth he adjusted the small backpack full of papers and lesson plans he had intended to grade two days ago an had put off. He wondered how he'd ever get his students passionate about politics if he himself couldn't find the fire in it anymore, but he reminded himself again about muscle memory. He just had to keep gin through the motions ad eventually it would all come back to him. He just really needed to believe that. the sound of a chair falling over and someone hitting the floor brought him out of the depths of his own self involvement and sticking his head into the classroom where the noise had come from he enquired if everything was okay. "You alright there?' he asked the student who's name he wasn't familiar with. He wasn't as good with that either as he had been a subconscious act he supposed of not wanting to get too personal again should some great personal loss ever happen again. "I'm Kyle, by the way" he said offering his hand to shake in proper introduction, "Van Leerson. I teach Politics and Government structure. Are you in one of my classes you don't look familiar but then I'm not too great with faces." |
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| Triage | Nov 30 2014, 06:49 AM Post #3 |
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As he was fixing his chair, Chris seemed to picture what he wanted to say in his closing statement of his paper, which made him reconsider the idea that one could knock some sense into a person. Of course, he wasn’t going to go around and start trying it with random people who looked like they needed help coming up with idea. That was one sure fire way of becoming the least liked person on campus, and he knew that he didn’t want to be that person. Naturally, this didn’t stop him from testing out his theory on himself to see if he wasn’t completely crazy when no one else was around to see him acting like a fool. Sadly, the sound of someone’s voice told him that this would not be one of those moments, so Chris turned his head to see that one of the professors had at least heard him if not see the fall. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just gravity acting as my alarm clock,” responded Chris. It was a good thing that the man had introduced himself as the young healer was unaware of whom the man was, which made sense given what course the man taught. If there was one thing that Chris tried to avoid, it was politics because it was all very confusing, and he had figured that it would be even more puzzling if someone tried to break it down for him. “Christopher Muse, but most people just call me Chris,” he said as he accepted the man’s hand and shook it. “And don’t worry. That particular course didn’t make my schedule this semester, so I believe this is the first time that we have met.” Obviously, they might have seen each other in the hallway or in the cafeteria, but this was more than likely there first formal introduction to one another. After all, it was a rather large school that housed a variety of students, and Chris did spend most of his time outside of the classroom in his own room with a textbook in hand. This reminded him of what he was doing in the first place, and Chris hoped that he wouldn’t forget where his train of thought had been when he was done talking. “I’m sorry if my little accident disturbed you. I didn’t think that anyone was still down here,” he stated. In hindsight, that was probably the worst assumption that he had made given that most teachers did have office hours and things to grade after classes were done, but he wasn’t thinking about such obvious things at present. No, his mind was split between his paper and the man in front of him. “So Politics and Government structure, huh? Is that an interesting subject to teach,” asked Chris. His knowledge on the subject was at the basic level, and who knew, it might be worth it to know something about the class if he had to take it at some point in the future. |
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| Push | Dec 2 2014, 11:32 PM Post #4 |
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"Nice to meet you" Kyle said adjusting the papers n his hand and freeing one up to shake hand with Chris. The kid made apologies for falling over in his chair but Kyle shrugged it off. "It happens besides as far as accidents go around here I don't think that even qualifies. It's a mild day if nothing is set on fire or someone doesn't shatter a whole dinette set or something. I've seen enough around her to know I've seen to much. Call me up when you sprout like cat tail or something now then you might make the list" Kyle smiled and laughed good naturedly, it was nice he thought to get back to this again. Pleasant social interactions that didn't involve war strategies or family upheavals. It was an odd thing to partake in the milk of human kindness, it was one of this things you didn't even know was lacking in your life until it wasn't there anymore. The boy asked about the class he taught and Kyle shrugged before answering. "More or less. I come from a long line of politicians or very good liars so we acclimated naturally. I think the law and government is a very good thing to know. You'll meet all kinds here at Xaviers, people who can fly or move through walls and its funny when you think about how and what we define as power. You can move a mountain and still all your rights and liberties are controlled by people in suits miles away who don't ever care about the personal only the profitable. I think it's best to know where we stand on everything Mr. Muse not just in the Danger Room." "Sorry" he said adjusting the small backpack on his shoulder again. "I do love my tangents, but honestly if you're ever interested in hearing more stop by my class sometimes. Yes, its not as interesting as teleportation 101 but it might prove more vital one day in the long run at least I hope so. What are you down here working on anyway? Maybe I know a way to get you out of it. Another advantage of being a colleague of these guys you get a good feel on what flies with what teacher and what doesn't." |
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| Triage | Dec 3 2014, 05:43 PM Post #5 |
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The man's response to his apology was quite frankly not one that Chris had expected to receive, and while it wasn't a negative response it sort of downplayed the meaning of his apology. Well, there wasn't a real reason to dwell on it other than to make some sort of comment about the one part of it he found funny. "I don't think that I will be growing any appendages any time soon." At least, Chris hoped that he didn't as that would be even more bizarre than what he could do at the present, and if he were to start to turn into animal then he would assume that it would be something that wasn't so mainstream like a phoenix or a unicorn. Of course, that may have been a little too far out there to hope that something like that would happen, but if Chris was going to imagine then he was going to imagine big. He guessed that Kyle had a point about needing to know about the people that governed them and what rules that were being set in place to govern them, but was it really fair to abide by rules made by men that weren't mutants themselves? Chris supposed that meant that they needed to get a mutant on the political track, which would be about as easy as coming back from the dead. "I agree with you, but I think I am safe assuming I have better standing outside of the Danger Room than I do within." He definitely wasn't that combat oriented at the moment, but he was hoping to learn a little more about how to defend himself and others in the most non-lethal way possible. "Don't be sorry. Your class sounds a lot more useful to me than any class on teleportation," responded Chris. Although, it was quite interesting to sit in on such a class, and one couldn't beat being a test subject for such things. Naturally, the man's words did make the young healer interested in auditing the course that they were talking about, but there was the lack of time to do so but he would find a way to do it. "I'm just working on a paper for my Literature class, and I'm about done with so no need for help there. But thanks for offering." |
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