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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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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."
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Mostly because he hadn't picked up on the magic deal with her hair yet.
"It does hurt, a little," he admitted, glancing in the opposite direction. "But a bunch of people already messed with it. I'm not sure there's much more to do, except maybe wait for it to heal up."
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"I can do that. Well you know, without the waiting." Again, she looks suspiciously down the hallway. She'd left her door open after all, and she wasn't about to tell anyone else. He'd had his own 'magic' powers with snow, so why would he want to go after something as silly as...hair?
"I haven't really told anybody, so could you...promise to keep it a secret? I figure since, you know. You're a pretty magic person yourself, that you'd, uh. Understand?"
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Connect the dots, Jack.
Oh.
He glanced toward the door, then dropped his voice to a quiet hush, since it was obvious she didn't want to be overheard. He gestured to the bruise on his forehead. "Okay, wait, back up. Are you telling me you can just...magic this away? Like - glitter, poof, and it's gone?"
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"Yup. Gone. Only no glitter and more---glowing. But. That's not, uh. That's just a detail." She shrugs a little sheepishly.
"It's...not really a big---deal, but it's better than hurting, right?"