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dis_acdmy_log2013-10-10 12:12 am
shepherdofthefrost) wrote in dis_acdmy_log2013-10-10 12:12 am
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Pitch is kind of a dick okay
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 nursea.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.
What: Jack Frost is a strong independent frost spirit don't need no nurse
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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"Ow, geez, was the disinfectant really necessary?"
At least it only hurt for a moment, though. Grumbling quietly, Jack bowed his head - he was going to look really stupid after this, he knew - and let Shifu apply the bandages. When it was done he looked back up at the scroll on the wall.
"Aren't they going to miss you? I mean, if you were their teacher...are they gonna be okay without you?"
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He pauses, like he really has to consider the question. His conviction finds firm grounding as his gaze lingers over the warriors.
"They'll be fine. I've taught them everything I could... If anything happens, they can handle themselves. I know they can."
Whether or not they would miss him remains to be seen. His unspoken thought reveals itself in the slow droop of his ears, but he shakes it off and shuffles back into his room. He gives Jack a look over his shoulder as he tosses the supplies back into his bag.
"Try to keep that on all night, if you can."
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"I'll keep it on," he said absently, still puzzling over Shifu's reaction as he climbed to his feet. His eyes shifted back up to the scroll on the wall - and then down again.
"If - I had a teacher," he began, picking over his words at a careful pace, "I think I'd miss him if he left. That's all."
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While he doesn't entirely understand Jack's intentions, he appreciates the thought regardless. Shifu closes his eyes and nods, slowly, low enough to be a half-bow.
"Goodnight, Frost."