Pitch is kind of a dick okay

[shepherdofthefrost]

Who: Mostly Joe West but if your character has an excuse to be around I don't even care join the party LET'S BE FRIENDS
What: Jack Frost is a strong independent frost spirit don't need no nurse a.k.a. he has a bump on his head and a detention slip in his pocket and is being a pissy baby about it by trying not to tell anybody
When: Backdated to opening day, but later in the evening
Where: Joe West dormitory. Catch him in the bathrooms, or sneaking around the halls, or later possibly in room 603
Warnings: Rose says to be sure your character was ICly at the academy if you post here since the log is backdated. Also a wee bit of blood and one small-ish bruise is involved.

Nurse? Psh, Jack didn't need to see a nurse. Except maybe for his wounded pride.

He reached up, tentatively pressing a finger to the bruise on his right temple, and saw himself wince in the mirror in front of him. Yeah, definitely tender. If anybody looked close enough, the purple mark stood out vaguely in the shape of a delicate (Nightmare's) hoof, and there were at least a few spots where the skin had broken and oozed blood, though by now it had mostly dried.

He didn't actually intend for anybody to look close enough, though. He'd just as soon let it heal and not have people asking questions about what in the hell he'd done to get that on the first day.

Irritated - maybe with himself, or maybe with the turn of events that had somehow placed the Boogeyman at the school as well - he crumpled up the pink slip of paper in his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't want to think about it right now. Instead he sat down on the edge of the bathroom sink with a washcloth and tried - emphasis on tried - to clean the cuts off a little with warm water.

That stung too much, though, and would eventually frustrate him enough to give up, at which point he'd pull his hood tight over his head and duck out of the bathroom into the hall, trying his best to go unnoticed for once and make his way to his room.

Screw it, it'll heal itself.

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[allucinator]

Jack likes it here. There's food everywhere you look, and a warm bed, and pretty girls to annoy, and you only have to pretend you're listening when you have to go to class. It's the easiest he's ever lived; he doesn't think he'll mind it too much for a few months.

Although some of the people are sort of annoying. Jack wrinkles his nose as he notices that Frost kid (thing, spirit, whatever) walking down the halls. There's an asshole if Jack's ever seen one--

--but also an asshole who looks kind of roughed up. Jack's familiar with that look, the way he's scowling at the ground and trying not to meet anyone's eyes. Is that blood on his forehead? That's definitely blood, Jack decides, and swings around to follow his hallmate.

"Oye! That's gonna get infected if you don't clean it!" he calls cheerfully. "And then your head will probably rot off, which, you know, I ain't gonna mind too much, but you'll probably get annoyed by it."

[shepherdofthefrost]

Jack tried, he really did, to keep his head down and hurry past Kelly without being noticed. Geez, the guy was like...Bunnymund 2.0, but with even less of an excuse to hold a grudge. He really wasn't in the mood right now, and considering how his last confrontation today had gone, he didn't think he wanted another one. Not that it helped him escape notice - the one time he almost wished he could be invisible again, just for a minute -

He tried to ignore the taunting, he really did. But he paused mid-step - and that was his first mistake.

Don't turn around, don't respond, don't do it, don't -

"Yeah, well if it does I can start throwing my disembodied head at people instead of snowballs, I'm sure you'd mind that," he snapped irritably, whipping around to face Kelly directly. If he had to deal with this, he wasn't doing it by turning tail and running. "Though it seems like, if you really didn't care all that much what happened to my head, you'd leave me alone instead of chasing me down to tell me this."

[allucinator]

"Probably," Jack agreed cheerfully. He liked riling people up; he always had. Whether it was David or some snow ghost, it was always fun to see how people reacted-- and Frost, unfortunately for him, reacted in precisely the right ways. He pushed back, which was something Jack always enjoyed.

But now wasn't the time for a proper fight. Jack came closer, leaning in to peer at the other boy. "Is that a hoofprint? Jesus, I ain't seen that in ages. Don't you know not to fuck around with horses? They're bigger'n you-- and, let's face it, probably smarter, too." A beat, and then Jack grinned again. "Come on. I'll clean that proper for you, cuz I'm that nice."

[shepherdofthefrost]

If Jack had been trying to accomplish something with that little outburst, this wasn't that thing. In fact, it was probably the opposite of that thing. He leaned back, yanking his hood down to cover the bruise on his forehead. He really didn't enjoy having his personal space invaded all of a sudden like that, especially not by people he didn't know that well or particularly like.

"Maybe it wasn't a horse, maybe it was an ass. Probably a friend of yours - birds of a feather flock together, and all that," he retorted irritably, pushing Kelly out of his space and turning to try and go. "I don't need your help. I'm fine."

[allucinator]

"You're not, though." He followed, unconcerned that he'd been rebuffed. He'd rather expected that; Frost didn't seem like the type to just blindly accept friendship. That was fine; Jack liked a challenge.

"I mean, first it gets infected, then you've probably got a blood cot cuz o' the horse-- and it's a horse, cuz only horses got iron shoes, by the way-- seriously, go and get that looked at. I know injuries."

[believedinapeach]

Shifu waits for the exact moment that Jack passes by his room before silently opening the door and stepping outside, so that his appearance is totally unexpected when he speaks up behind him.

"Trouble with the bathroom?"

[shepherdofthefrost]

Okay, so maybe Jack wasn't expecting Shifu, and maybe, possibly the old fuzzy guy's sudden appearance caught him off guard a little bit. Which actually meant he gave a start that carried him about four feet off the ground, spinning around midair before slowly drifting back to the floor, wide-eyed.

As soon as Jack managed to get over the initial shock, his shoulders relaxed and his expression settled into something slightly more (fake) casual. Easy. Just brush it off, act normal and then get out of here because he really didn't want anymore awkward encounters with the faculty this evening.

"Uh, no, actually, the bathrooms are great. I give them a ten out of ten, so props to whoever does the...plumbing." Attempt to beat a swift retreat in 3, 2, 1... "And I'm gonna go now, great conversation, later!"

[believedinapeach]

"Mhmm." Shifu nods, and starts to turn.

..Before suddenly whirling around with enough force that when he stops, palm directed upward at Jack's face, it creates a tiny burst of air. So maybe he isn't done with the Kung Fu moves tonight, but he's got a good reason for this one. That little blast is enough to push back Jack's hood, revealing the bruise on his forehead.

"Thought so.", Shifu sighs. He doesn't sound mad. In fact, it sounds like he expected it. "Do you need anything for that?"

[shepherdofthefrost]

Well, shoot.

Jack scrambled to grab his hood, but by the time he managed to pull the thing back up the damage was already done anyway. Not much he could do about it now. Sighing, he let it fall back down, shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Not unless you have a giant band-aid," he joked half-heartedly. "But no, I'm fine, really, it'll heal by itself." A.K.A. somebody is used to taking care of himself and doesn't know how to ask for help. "How'd you know?"

[believedinapeach]

"After years of training young warriors, I know the sound of someone who's trying to keep an injury hidden." he says, ears perking up to emphasize.

The sounds of the nearby plumbing had snapped him out of a brief meditation. A sink filling up with water while no other bathroom sounds followed was a pretty clear indicator of wound-tending.

Did you know that Shifu can hear really well? If he concentrated, he could probably figure out where anyone on their floor was. That's really spooky for one thing, and a great big party-killer for another.

"I do have spare bandages, actually." he adds.

I AM SORRY THIS SUCKS I AM TIRED AND I NEED SLEEP BUT I SHOULD TAG THIS

[myownhand]

The room, it will be a mess, uniforms being folded and refolded and fit into places that Merida has claimed as hers. There's not really much to her name here. No crowns or royalties or frivolities. She didn't bring a bunch of dresses from home, she wouldn't need them. And her mother insisted she was only allowed to bring her bow, no swords, no shields, and not a barrel full of arrows.


Ugh.

Still, she's making the best of it, and despite her new, very male roommate, she'll do her part to not complain.

Well at least until he comes through the door.

"Well, that took y'awhile."

/SMOOCH

[shepherdofthefrost]

Jack didn't actually expect Merida to be in the room, mostly because he hadn't been thinking that far ahead, so while he's not annoyed to find her there he'd really been hoping to sneak in without encountering anybody else.

Regardless, he still managed half a smile and to be irritating as usual.

"Aw, did you miss me? I'm so sorry. Next time I'll be sure and hurry home so you're not pining after my presence for hours." His eyes flick up to the top bunk - because whether it's claimed or not, that's where he's decided he's headed. "But for now, bed."

He took a flying leap onto the top mattress and burrowed under the blanket before she could protest, mumbling something about "This is my bunk now, good night!"

[myownhand]

She still hasn't noticed the injuries. He's actually doing a pretty decent job of hiding them from her sight.

But she ISN'T letting him take the top bunk with out a fight.

"Oh no y'don't! That's MY bed!"

That loud sound would be her clambering up the ladder to grab on to Jack's foot and attempt to pull the winter spirit out of the bunk.

[shepherdofthefrost]

He couldn't see what she was doing, buried under the blankets as he was, so he had about half a second to wonder about all the noise going before he felt her hand close around his ankle and pull.

O...kay. This was not what he'd expected.

"Ah, no, I don't see your name on it, and I was here first," he responded with fake cheer, voice muffled by the blankets pulled over his head. Stubbornly, he tugged his foot out of her grip and tucked his legs in, curling up in a ball at the head of the bed out of reach. She wouldn't dare come after him, she was already awkward enough about the whole boy roommate thing. "Now again, good night."

[myownhand]

Nope. NOPE. The spirit of DunBroch coarses through her veins and she DARES NOT give up here, because this is a war.

"I was here first and y'never even asked!" Okay Mr. Lump on the bed, blanket is getting pulled-- THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH. "Come out and face me, y'coward!"

[dreamingoflove]

Giselle being, well, Giselle, sometimes she got lost in thought. As she explored the halls of the dormitory she swayed from side to side, and hummed a happy little ditty. Completely lost in her own world, Giselle didn't notice Jack's sudden exit from the bathroom. Before she could even think to stop, Giselle crashed into Jack and went tumbling backwards, to the floor, after the impact.

"Oh!" She let out a startled cry. Thankfully, her dress had a decent amount of padding and cushioned the fall.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

[shepherdofthefrost]

Jack stumbled from the impact, and it was only three centuries' worth of practice keeping his balance in really ridiculous situations not afforded to most human beings that kept him from falling too - that and a little bit of cheating using the air currents to prop himself back up. As soon as he realized he'd run into someone he winced and held out his hands apologetically.

You're just messing everything up today, aren't you?

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm the one who should be sorry..." he bit his lip nervously, offering a hand to help her up. "My bad. I should've...should've looked before I shot out of there so fast."

[dreamingoflove]

She gladly took his hand and pulled herself up with his help. "No, really," she assured him. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I was just too busy looking everything around here."

She stopped and spun around, taking in the whole hallway. Her skirt spun neatly around her legs. When she came to a stop she looked back to Jack, her face full of concern. "Are you sure that you weren't hurt?"

[shepherdofthefrost]

Jack got the impression that she was really, really cheerful. Uncommonly so. No idea where he was getting that impression, not at all, nope. He'd say it was infectious but he insisted to himself he was too good at being in a bad mood for it to rub off.

He hastily shook his head, trying to reassure her. "Um, no. Not by you, anyway." He coughed and quickly changed the subject. "Do you, do you live here, or were you just...walking around....looking at stuff?"

[dreamingoflove]

Still slightly spinning from the crash, Giselle hadn't noticed the bruise that Jack was sporting.

"Oh yes," she replied. "I'm teaching at the school. I have a room on the sixth floor. You must be a student here, right?"

[illuminaria]

Rapunzel's not really in the halls at the moment, but her door's open. Why? Well, cause she hadn't wrangled all that hair in there yet. She probably had other stuff to do in the meantime, like rearrange the place, and look for paint.

But! Jack doesn't go unnoticed, especially for being one of the kinder people, earlier in the day.

"Hey--! You wouldn't happen to know if---Oh, wow. Are you alright?"

[shepherdofthefrost]

Jack made an attempt to just - quietly hop over her hair and keep moving, but she turned around and spotted him right as he'd landed on tiptoe. He cringed, less irritable now about it than he had been earlier, but not really wanting to have another conversation about it.

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her, doing his best to change the subject.

"I'm fine, really, just a little bump. What did you need? Maybe I can help."

[illuminaria]

She bites her lip, rather suspicious, but not overly so.

"I, uh. Well I just wanted to know if you knew if painting on the walls was okay."

That's. Rather specific.

"Offhand. I mean I don't think you'd know, but, you know. If you did."

[shepherdofthefrost]

Mostly, he was just relieved she'd taken the topic shift without asking him anymore questions. Moving carefully over the hair winding its way out the door of her room, he stepped inside, folding his arms and looking at her (currently not-painted-on) walls.

"Well, I couldn't tell you if that was a rule or not - I'm not really a handbook kinda guy -" he said, raising an eyebrow as he turned to grin at her. "- but I know I wouldn't tell anybody if you did."

[illuminaria]

Well. She had for now.

Looking a little unsettled for a moment, she rocks a little back and forth in thought.

"Yo---ohhhh." Shrugging, she looks at the walls again herself.

"I mean, I don't really know if I'll have the time for it, but...I dunno." She's quiet for a moment.



"That doesn't hurt does it? Cause I can fix it for you. If you'd like."