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 Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 7:14 pm
This is where Quentin often spends his day filling out paperwork or waiting for students to visit him. His job is to help out with any problems that may be occurring within the boy's dormitory. 
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:34 pm
 Upon reaching the hallways that the dorms were in Quentin was easily able to locate his office. He gave Marlene a kind smile, "Thank you so much young one," he told her as he set the box down on the floor. Quentin then opened the door and picked the box up again, walking inside. "Huh.... not too shabby," he commented as he walked over to the desk and set the box down on top of it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:52 pm
 ««Come swim with me»» Merela LeeAnne Trensay Merela nodded "No problem." She looked aroundand smiled "Yeah its nice." She looked at a clock on the wall and sighed. "Ive got to go to class see you around, bye." She turned around and walked to physical education.
(exit) ««Let your problems fade
while you swim side by side
with a mermaid»»
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:27 pm
gﾑd  After his work at the school was done with, Gad was left with little to do. The man had started towards the infirmary to spend some time with the doctor, but the room was.. rather crowded. Gad was too big to even think about fitting in there and he didn't want to risk anyone getting hurt because of that! So, he had walked right on by it and slowly made his awkward way down the halls. He would have went to his dorm, but.. he had been avoiding going there. He didn't know anyone there! His last chance to be introduced to anyone had ended in him sleeping at the doctor's office instead, which didn't help him now at all, not with her being so busy. It was while he was mulling and cursing himself for making that silly mistake that he noticed a new sign on one of the doors. He couldn't read it, no, but he was still curious about it. Was there someone new..? If they had their own office, then they surely were important enough to give him something to do! With that in mind, he opened the door to look inside, “..Hello?”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:34 pm
After having enjoyed several of Jack's cupcakes Quentin had made his way back to his office. Now that all of his things were unpacked there wasn't much left for him to do. He sat down on the comfy spinny office chair that was at his desk and gazed around. Hm, what should he do now? The man's eyes landed on several large books that were on the very top of the bookshelf. They looked interesting but... could he reach them? Quentin very carefully stood from his chair and hobbled over to the bookshelf. He stood on his tip toes and lifted his arm, trying to the grab at the book, but he soon lost balance and stumbled to the side a bit. The man grumbled to himself in defeat as he looked up at the books helplessly. Then his door creaked open. Quentin blinked and looked over to where Gad was, and a small smile came to his face, "Why hello there. You may come on in. I don't bite," he told the man with a polite smile.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:44 pm
gﾑd Did people bite here? Gad made a face as he took that idea in – so much bacteria in the mouth..! Ahh, and he put himself at risk so many times.. But, this man said he wouldn't bite him, so he guessed it wouldn't hurt to come in. He nodded at the man and shut the door behind him, moving in a few steps and.. standing there. Really, he didn't know what else to do. He looked around quietly for a moment before clearing his throat. “..Hello – u-um.” He paused again and took a small breath to steady himself with the strange man who.. had only one arm? “You're missing an arm; did you lose it? ..Do you need help finding it? I can help.” It wouldn't be the first time he would have had to do that!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 1:53 pm
Quentin was about to offer Gad a seat when the man asked if he needed help finding his arm. Uh.... how was he supposed to reply to a question like that? At first, Quentin couldn't tell if the other man was making fun of him, or if he was truly being serious. He soon came to the conclusion that Gad was being serious. Seeing as how the man just stood there awkwardly in the office Quentin settled with the idea that Gad was simple minded. That wasn't so bad. He gave Gad another small smile, "No thank you. It is not my arm that I am in search of, for I can never get that back. I am trying to get those books that are on top of that shelf. But they are too high up for me to reach," he told the man as he gestured to the stack of books that were on the very top of the bookshelf. (BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OMG! I can't stop laughing, lol Gad xD hahaha, you silly man. ROFL rofl )
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:22 pm
gﾑd What did he mean by that? Gad gave the man a quizzical look, but he wasn't one to argue a statement. He was probably much smarter than Gad was and, besides, it was his arm. If he didn't think he could have it back, then he knew that best. “Okay. ..Oh.” He looked up to the stack the man gestured to – they weren't really that high. But, Gad was pretty tall – tall for just these situations! He went over to the book shelf and reached up to carefully bring them down, setting the stack on the desk where the man could read them.
“Is that better?” They weren't dusty.. Thank heavens; Gad didn't want to have an asthma attack or anything. Not that he had asthma, but the disorder was a tricky one! It could sneak up on him at any moment! “Do you need anything else? I can reach other things too.” Like that statue ontop of the bookshelf – or the couch, he could lift that up! Not that he knew why he would do that, but if the man requested it, he would be happy to help! He didn't have anything else to do, after all.
(( XD ))
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:28 pm
"No, that is all. But thank you. I have a hard time moving things around..." he said as he hobbled back over to his spinny chair and sat down, letting out a light sigh of relief. He glanced at the picture of his daughter which was placed on his desk before looking back at Gad. "You may sit down if you would like," he said as he gestured towards the couch. "My name is Quentin. I am the new resident assistent here, and you are?" he asked.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:54 pm
gﾑd “Gad, the groundskeeper.” He introduced himself as he did, sitting down on the couch. ..He really didn't look very coordinated, did he? Gad watched him with some curiosity as he sat down, frowning all the while – was it the missing arm? He didn't like bringing it up again, not when he was told it couldn't happen, but it was worrisome to see someone have such trouble with it. “..Y-you can have it back.” He started hesitantly, fiddling with his hands on his lap nervously, “Your arm. There's other arms – Gad – uh, I lost my arm too, but it was put back on.” Not that that was much of an accident nor did he really know if that was his arm.. or if it was entirely detached.. He frowned, but pointed to his right arm anyway, “The doctor could do it. ..Uh, not this doctor, but my doctor could.. have done it.” But this doctor may be able to do it too.. He should ask her later to see if she knew anything about it – she had said she was a clever female doctor.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:02 pm
Quentin frowned and shook his head, "No, but thank you for the offer Gad. Im... a rather old fashioned kind of person. I don't really believe in many of the new technologies they have. Or at least for myself anyway. I believe that all the newer stuff should be used on the younger generation. They are the future of our world, so people need not waist their equipment on someone like me," he said as he crossed his legs. "I can't have my original arm back anyway, and I do not wish for one that is not my own. An arm replacement would help a younger person more than it would me," he told him as a small smile came to his face.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:22 pm
gﾑd If that didn't feel like a kick, Gad didn't know what would. He sunk slightly in the couch and nodded at the other, glancing at his face for a moment. He didn't look 'old' – not older than Gad. In fact, he looked younger by a good few years, but Gad wasn't one to judge that. Still, if he was younger and, with what he said, it did make him feel guilty. How often did he have something replaced? It was all for the better, but, still. “I'm sorry.” He muttered towards Quentin, before straightening back up. He wasn't very comfortable slouching in a couch, especially when he didn't know how clean it was. “...But, if you need help walking, I can help.” He wasn't sure how, but he could carry him! Kinda. He could get him a wheelchair? Something would work! “I can get you a cane.” He added – those helped too, didn't they?
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:27 pm
Quentin frowned when he realized that what he had said had made Gad uncomfortable. "My apologies Gad. That came out harsher than I had meant.... What I mean is... I hold different beliefs than a lot of other people. I don't mind what they believe in though, and I will not try to change their beliefs either. Everyone deserves to believe in whatever it is that they want to," he told him with a smile."I just get uneasy is all, because my daughter is always in and out of the hospital...." "And no thank you, I already have something to walk with," he said as he pointed to the staff that was leaned up against the wall in the corner of the room.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:01 pm
gﾑd Gad straightened up when he noticed that the other was frowning at him – and apologizing. That wasn't good! Gad had been the wrong one there! He waved his hands at the man and shook his head, “No, no, you were right, younger people need it more, um, and.. you have a daughter?” He raised his brows slightly, disregarding the comment on her hospital days. Gad could hardly think that was a bad thing – hospitals were clean and safe, not like the outside world. Plus, the doctors were always so friendly and nice. He was almost jealous at the idea that she was there, but, like Quentin had said, younger people needed them more. He had to remember that! He glanced at the staff, feeling relieved that the man had something to help him. It wouldn't be good for him to be hobbling around the halls. “Is she.. here? Ah, um, I-I met a little girl here. I almost stepped on her.” That sounded bad, didn't it? He made a face as he went on, “Not.. not on purpose. She was small and I'm.. big.”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:05 pm
"No worries, I understand what you meant," Quentin reassured Gad. "And no, unfortunately, my daughter must stay in the hospital. She has sickle cell anemia, which is a very horrible disease. It's not contagious but it can be extremely painful, and she could die," he told him as he scratched at his chin absentmindedly
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