What a day

[ghostlygeorge]

"Just don't worry about them, it's either, A, they would wind up in a broken down job, trying to get enough money, or B, they would find out there mistakes and fix themselves and gain a happy life."

Breathing easier as she sipped the tea he bought her, he smiled. That was true. It wasn't really up to him. What these kids did with their lives was their business. He was only going to be apart of their lives for a short time.

He looked to the window. It was getting dark. They would have to go back to the school soon, to enforce the curfew, and what not. Both of them would probably have meetings tomorrow in preparing for the upcoming school year.

"I hope you got option B, living a happy life that is..." He looked to Ms. Hughes. "Teaching isn't such a bad existence. We may be forgotten, and under appreciated but I think we have the best job there is. Cultivating the future that is."

He drank the last of his tea and smiled. "Are you going back right away?"

[Clarice]

It had gotten dark, they must have been talking for a while. Clarice looked at her watch, yeah it definintly was late. She shook her head, tommorow was going to be another day. Now she would soon have to teach those brats. "Crap." She said aloud. He then spoke up.

"I hope you got option B, living a happy life that is..." He said at first. "Teaching isn't such a bad existence. We may be forgotten, and under appreciated but I think we have the best job there is. Cultivating the future that is."

She took the last sip of the tea then responded, " You maybe right Mr.Lynch," she said then stood up.

"Are you going back right away?"

"Well...most likely I'll just go the long way." She said and tied her scarf.

[ghostlygeorge]

"Well...most likely I'll just go the long way."

Scot stood up with her. He looked concerned. "May I join you? It is dark outside." He realized he probably sounded creepy. But he wasn't really stalking her...they were going to the same place. And it was dark outside.

"I'm not trying to sound like an stalker... it's just we are going to the same place and I do like talking with you." He explained, fiddling with his glasses. "Please call me Scot," he added. He didn't like being called Mr. Lynch. It reminded him of his father. Something he was not fond of thinking about.

[Clarice]

She was ready to go. She got up and opened the door. Before she finally left, she heard him speak up.

"May I join you? It is dark outside."

She smiled and said,"sure." Company was just fine, it beats being alone. She loved the nightime. She loved having company even more. So she waited for him to follow.

"I'm not trying to sound like an stalker... it's just we are going to the same place and I do like talking with you."

She giggled at the comment, " No worries, we work at the same spot. Even if you tried, I would maul you." She said jokingly.

"Please call me Scot."

"Alright, then, you could call me Clarice, or Claire if you'd like," She said.

[Lily]

Liz opened the door to Java Junkie and almost ran right into Clarice. She gave an apologetic smile "Sorry bout that, Claire..." she said as she walked on past. She really was in a hurry. She just needed a quick jolt of coffee to help her stay up through the night, and then she was going back to the school to work on her dorm and her room. She really wanted the students to feel at home in her classroom, and more than ever she wanted herself to feel at home in her classroom.

She ordered a Carmel Macchiato to go, and dished out the cash to pay for it quickly. She gave a small smile to the cashier and then moved over to wait for it, her fingers tapping on the counter slightly impatiently. She really, really was in a rush.

Finnally the guy behind the counter was done with her drink. She said a quick "thanks" and headed for the door again, almost bumping into Scotland and Claire again. She laughed softly, slightly embarassed. "Ello there you two, sorry about that.. I'm in a bit of a rush..." A small smile graced her lips as she wondered why the two were there together and then immeadiately recognized that she may have interrupted something. oops.... she thought reluctantly and moved around Claire, preparing to walk out the door.

[[You don't have to say anything to her... I just wanted to get her started... plus she isn't approved yet...]]

[ghostlygeorge]

Elizabeth Frend rushed by, before Scot could even say hello. He looked questioningly to Ms. Hughes - Claire. "She's in a hurry," he commented. He shook his head and held open the door for the woman. She was pretty, funny, independent and nice. All in all even if she was a bit defensive, she was a nice package. She would make some man very happy.

Scot wondered if the reason Ms. Frend was in such a hurry was because she thought they were a couple. "Claire?" he frowned. "Do you think Ms. Frend was in a hurry because she thought we were together?" He asked. "Not that I'm implying anything." He blushed and adjusted his glasses.

[Clarice]

"She's in a hurry"

"...yeah...I wonder what's up?" She said, a bit confused. "You think we should ask her?" She added. She was a bit wierded out, why was she in such a rush? She shrugged off the though and waited for his reply.

"Claire?Do you think Ms. Frend was in a hurry because she thought we were together? Not that I'm implying anything."

She noticed him blush, but she blushed as well. " Maybe," Clarice said nervously. What a weird thing to think. They had only, officially, met today. She became a bit nervous and slowly walked out the door that Scot had opened for her.

[[>.> Sorry so short]]

[ghostlygeorge]

[[it's okay XD mines short too!]]

Scot followed Claire still blushing. He noticed that she had become nervous. And his palms started to sweat. He was getting nervous, himself. He could feel his eyes eating up. That was the first sign that his mutant ability was starting to act up. He whipped off his glasses and swallowed trying to calm himself down.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat. "Claire, if you weren't teaching what would you be doing?" Scot said. His head was starting to hurt from holding back the projection that was trying to force it's way through his eyes. He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

[Clarice]

"Anyway, Claire, if you weren't teaching what would you be doing?"

"Well, if you mean as a career, well, most likely a doctor or something similair to that. If you mean after class, I usually hang around here, or just stay in my cabin." She said. She then turned to actually look at him. He was rubbing the bridge of his nose and looked nervous.

"Are you okay? Maybe you should head back to your cabin and rest, you don't look so well," She said. Last thing she wanted was for him to either pass out, or something wierd to happen.

[ghostlygeorge]

"Well, if you mean as a career, well, most likely a doctor or something similair to that. If you mean after class, I usually hang around here, or just stay in my cabin."

Scot smiled. He meant as a career but took in the whole answer as information to be used later. He could feel Claire's eyes on him, making the feeling behind his eyes worsen.

"Are you okay? Maybe you should head back to your cabin and rest, you don't look so well,"

"I'm fine, really," He said, still smiling. Scot took his hand from his eyes. Which was a mistake because as he smiled at Claire, light shone through his eyes. A small version of Claire appeared between them, standing on thin air. Her hair hung free, blowing in the wind. She was smiling and looking at someone, waving.

Scot shut his eyes, and blushed. "Sorry," he muttered. "That's my ability. It-er- acts up sometimes, when I-er- get nervous." He blushed even harder, hoping she didn't want to know why it was her that popped out of his eyes...

[Clarice]

"I'm fine, really."

She looked at him, he didn't look fine, and he still had his eyes covered. She was worried, was there really something wrong with him? He smiled, and moved his hands out of his face. Light shone from his eyes, and she noticed something. There was a little picture of a person, her? She was waving, to whom, she didn't know.She was wondering, why did that happen.

She noticed that he closed his eyes before she saw anything else and the picture dissapeared.

"Sorry, that's my ability. It-er- acts up sometimes, when I-er- get nervous."

She smiled, "you don't have to be nervous." She said. "Now take a deep breath, then open your eyes, that's what I do when I have issues with my powers." She said. She wondered why it showed her, but she didn't want to push anything to make him any more uncomfortable at the moment, she'd ask later.

[ghostlygeorge]

"you don't have to be nervous...Now take a deep breath, then open your eyes, that's what I do when I have issues with my powers."

Scot followed Claire's directions, taking a deep breath and slowly opening his eyes. He could feel the heat dying down behind his eyes. He was so embarrassed. A teacher shouldn't lose control like that. He shouldn't still be having trouble with it. What kind of role model would he be to his students?

He cleared his throat. "Sorry, and thank you. It happens sometimes." He turned away from her and looked up at the sky. He was sure she would start asking questions. And Scot, being the candid person he is, would tell her the truth.

Despite the embarrassment he continued to walk. He didn't want to leave Claire's company just yet. It was a nice night. It would be a shame to have to walk alone for a silly thing like pride.

[Clarice]

"Sorry, and thank you. It happens sometimes."

"No problem," she said and looked at him. "How come it just happened? What usually triggers it. My power usually is triggered by thoughts, like, if I actually think of a tiger, mostly just the looks of it, I change into one." She explained.

Clarice had continued to walk. It was a nice night. There wasn't a lot of noise, there were a few noises but nothing big. She waited for the reply, if it wasn't going to come, she wouldn't really care. She just didn't want it to be too quiet.

[[suckily short >.>]]

[ghostlygeorge]

"How come it just happened? What usually triggers it. My power usually is triggered by thoughts, like, if I actually think of a tiger, mostly just the looks of it, I change into one."

The night ambiance continued while Scot mulled over his answer. He was going to tell the truth. He should word it properly though. Having someone know the all about the malfunctions of one's mutant ability would affect the terms of the relationship. Or was he just thinking too hard on it?

Scot sighed. "It's triggered by emotions. If I think about something that makes me feel an intense emotion, I tend to project that in the images. So, even if I try to hide embarrassing thoughts, they tend to present themselves to the world." He gave Claire a slight smile, hoping she wasn't too weirded out.

"So you're a shapeshifter, I gather?" He asked trying to direct the conversation off of him and his creepy thoughts. "Can you change into animals or just humans?"

[Clarice]

"It's triggered by emotions. If I think about something that makes me feel an intense emotion, I tend to project that in the images. So, even if I try to hide embarrassing thoughts, they tend to present themselves to the world."

She listnened closely. So...what was that then? She was being naive at this point. She shook the thought out of her head. " You should really work on that. One day there will be one person to want to screw with your head. Once that happens, you will be exposed. Maybe... maybe you should ask Frend, she is good with things like that." She said.

"So you're a shapeshifter, I gather?" Clarice nodded."Can you change into animals or just humans?"

"Animals, I tried changing into a human before, but it took only one minute to drain all my energy. I stuck to animals ever since, I don't really have a need to change into humans anyway." She stated with a shrug.