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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 21, 2010 13:48:31 GMT -5
Junko stopped and looked at the doctor, the glass resting against her lips. The poor thing! Junko couldn't imagine not dancing. Dancing was as ingrained in as breathing was. "There must be something that you love doing, Doctor. Something, anything that you can devote yourself to." She smiled at him, her first genuine smile all night. "And if not, it's never too late to find something."
She listened closely to his words about the teacher's meeting. Clearly this was after she'd already left to go give Andrew his extra lessons... She smiled to herself, looking into the punch bowl. "i've only met Miss Zahra briefly, but I don't think she meant any harm to you, Doctor. She's a nice, wonderful lady, and she probably just misunderstood you- all of you. Though I will be honest, Doctor, you do tend to come off as a bit...unnerving," Junko admitted with a laugh. "I think I misunderstood you at first, too."
She refilled her glass. "Give them time, Doctor. They'll come around. Just like I did!" she finished with a bright smile.
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Dec 21, 2010 14:02:24 GMT -5
Ludvig thought of the book back in his room on Edgar Allen Poe. The book Vivian had lent him. He had been reading it slowly, taking great care with each word and each page. He had been absorbing the stories with a similar passion that he had for Vivian. The thought made him blush. He had not been reading them in order, in fact, he had been drawn to The Tell-Tale Heart and had started with that story before moving on to other pieces.
"I may be onto something. I vas always fond of reading. Vhile textbooks they are interesting, they are not the same as a good book. If it is not that, I vill find another."
He was quiet for a bit, watching the students move about the banquet area. They were young, still quite innocent to the way of the world. He remembered being that age. The world hadn't seemed so serious to him then. Yet, he thought of Vivian's plight. Perhaps their world was just as serious as his was now.
"It is on no purpose that I present myself as unnerving. I vonder vhat I could do to present myself as less so. But yes, perhaps she vill come around. I vould like that."
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Post by noelle sini forrester on Dec 21, 2010 14:10:21 GMT -5
Noelle, having finished her portion, noticed that most people were graduating towards the dancefloor. Getting up and putting her plate to one side, she walked over there too. All her roommates were there after all, and she wanted to check on them, especially Vivian. She'd been through so much that she need to have just one good night.
Noelle leaves the area.
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 21, 2010 14:11:30 GMT -5
"Books are a good way to lose yourself," Junko said with a smile. "I personally don't read as much as I should. But I understand what you mean about the merits of a good book..."
She sipped her punch again and looked at the students milling in. Where was he? Junko knew he would show up. If he said he was going to take Vivian- the little harlot- then Andrew was going to make sure her night was magical (a fact that Junko had come to resent, even though she respected Andrew's decision). And if Vivian decided at the last moment to get her claws out of her boy, then Andrew would still come. He couldn't resist coming to see her...
The doctor's words shocked her out of her slightly vengeful thoughts. "She? You mean, Miss Zahra? Yes, I'm sure she would come around." She paused before asking, "Tell me, Doctor, have you seen Andrew and Vivian come in yet?"
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Dec 21, 2010 14:31:46 GMT -5
"Ah yes," he said as his face blushed with embarrassment. He thought of the other night with Vivian and the time that they had spent together. He had not thought to update Miss Junko on what he had come to learn. Not that he could share how he came by this information, but he still hadn't updated her. He glanced around to see if anyone was able to overhear.
spoken low enough to not be overheard "I have not seen either of them today. But about that, I think you need not vorry about the situation as much. This is between us, as teachers of course, but it seems that most of the stress vas from her parents. She is engaged in more vays than one. Though it is possible this Andrew may have been pressuring her, I think it vas over her trying to explain that she is not interested anything beyond friendship."
He paused for a moment as he considered something. Then, still in hushed downs, stated, "Tell me, Miss Junko, vhat is your opinion on arranged marriages?"
Assume normal voices here on out.
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Post by hecate cassandra castilo on Dec 21, 2010 15:35:17 GMT -5
What's going on...? Everything was black. Black walls, black ceiling, black air. Black black black. Hecate felt that she was kneeling on the floor, her whole body bound. Wrists, ankles, mouth, arms, leags, everything. She looked around helplessly, trying to find a light, an object, anything. Instead, she herd nothing as saw nothing. Untill///
"This is how you feel. Black." a voice said. Hecate did her best to find the source, but it seemed to echo everywhere. "But this is because you've bound yourself. So, what will you do now, Hecate Casandra Johnson." the voice asked, using her real last name. Tears leaking into her eyes. I...I want...to... I want to change! As Hecate thought this, the binds around her seemed to loosen.
Hecate's eyes fluttered open to find herself being carried bridal-style by a young man she'd never seen before. He had classic features, dirty-blond hair and peircing blue eyes. Oh... Hecate was immediatly enchanted. She didn't blush like she ad with Skylar, she already felt beyond that. He was beautiful in a slightly mature, understated way. And she felt safe. Even though he was a compleate stanger, she felt so safe in his arms. It felt as if they'd known each other for a long time, which made no sense whatsoever.
"Uhm.... who are you?" Hecate asked quietly, her eyes never leaving this handsome, familiar-feeling man's face.
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Post by alaric nicolas keznov on Dec 21, 2010 15:52:04 GMT -5
-Alaric and Hecate- enter the area
The young woman mumbled a bit inside her unconsciousness. That was good. She wasn't so far under that she wouldn't wake up for a while. A voice from below him brought him out of his thoughts. It was the young woman, she had woken up and was not questioning who he was. Hmm... she was responsive, that was good also. He turned his face downward to respond to her.
"Young lady, my name is Alaric Keznov, I vill be professor here starting after vinter term. Incase you are vondering about my voice, I am Russian. You have passed out on balconey. I vill take you to Doctor Ludvig, he vill take care of you."
He lifted his head and walked around to behind the punch table. He cleared his voice before speaking to the other man who would take charge of the girl.
"Excuse me Doctor Ludvig, Ve have a bit of situation."
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Dec 21, 2010 16:34:31 GMT -5
Ludvig looked up to the sight of one of the teacher, Alaric he thought was the person's name, coming across the room towards him with a student in his arms. He had not seen this particular black-haired student before. The student was conscious but looked faint and dazed.
He was around the table before Alaric had reached him. Together, they set Hecate down onto the floor so that she was laying prone. "I vill need to check you over."
He looked up, "Miss Junko, could you bring my bag for me. It is under the table."
He turned back to Hecate and placed two fingers gently on her neck to check her pulse. Her pulse was racing fast.
He asked several quick questions at once in different direction. "Aldaric, vhat did you see? Be precise if you can."
Turning to Hecate, he said, "Hecate, I need you to describe to me vhat happened and how you are feeling."
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Post by alaric nicolas keznov on Dec 21, 2010 16:52:08 GMT -5
He nodded to the man. He would trust the doctor because he would need all the information that he could get to properly treat the young lady.
"I vas valking to balconey and I saw the young lady here. She vas svaying and looked dizzy so I rushed to her to see if she vas okay da? She have passed out and toppled forvard on railing. I grabbed arm and let her down on floor. To see if cold vould vake her up. It did not so I tap her cheek and noffing. She vas pale. I pick her up and carry her to you, da. She voke up on the way. Do you know vhat is vrong vith her?"
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 21, 2010 18:07:19 GMT -5
Junko blinked at the doctor, not quite following what he was saying. Then he asked her about arranged marriages. Where was he going with this? Junko looked back into the punch bowl, trying to get her thoughts together.
"I'm not exactly sure what I think about arranged marriages," she said after a moment's thought. "On one hand, I think that every person should be at liberty to chose who they marry- and more importantly, who they fall in love with. But I don't want to say that all arranged marriages are bad. If I think the parent must be sure to arrange a marriage that would be good for the children, not a marriage that would be good for the parent."
And then the new teacher, whose name Junko hadn't caught, rushed up with a student in his arms. Junko quickly recognized her as the black haired one who had been making out with a boy in her studio. And she was unconscious! Junko's heart started to race. What did she do? Call the hospital? 991? 119?
She heard Doctor Ludvig request his bag from underneath the table. "Ah!" she cried, nervous and anxious. "Coming right up, doctor!" She knelt down to pick up the bag, hitting the huge punch bowl with her hip in the process, which caused the entire thing to teeter on the edge of the table for one painful moment before collapsing...
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