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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:22 pm
gﾑd  ..Sickle cell anemia? Gad wasn't sure what to say in response to that. He didn't even know what it was, but it did sound just like Quentin described it. Dangerous and painful. “I'm sorry.” He said sincerely, looking down at the ground for a moment, before looking back up, “The doctors can fix her. Doctors are good at that.” He tried to assure the man – there wasn't a disease they couldn't cure! Doctors were basically gods! Or they were in his eyes, at least. “..But she isn't nearby? You can't see her?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:27 pm
 Quentin couldn't bring himself to tell Gad that sickle cell was something that couldn't really be cured. Sure there were blood transfusions and stuff but, that stuff wasn't always effective. "Actually, thats why I took this job. I came here so that I could be closer to her at all times. You see, the hospital that she gets admitted to is rather far away from our home, so it was a long travel every time I wanted to see her. But now that I am here at Rosentale I am no more than a fifteen minute walk away from her," he smiled.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:36 pm
gﾑd Oh! Gad smiled and nodded almost excitedly, “That's good.” It sounded sad for the man to be without his little girl, even if she was surely happy at the hospital. If Gad had one, he – ...Well, he shouldn't think about that. “When she gets better, she can come to this school.” Then she could study with Quentin there – ah, and Gad could meet her too! If she was this pleasant man's daughter, then she certainly must be a charming girl. “..What does she like? ..I'm sorry,” He was asking too many questions, wasn't he? He really didn't mean to – but he seemed nice, like the doctor, and she didn't seem to mind questions! “I can stop.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:39 pm
"No, it's fine Gad," the man chuckled as he leaned back in his chair a bit. "Actually, talking about Grace always makes me feels better," he smiled. That was half true. It depended on the subject really. If it was about what his daughter liked to do then it often cheered him up. But if the subject was about her hospital stays and disease... well, that obviously put a large damper on his mood. "Well... Grace likes the outdoors. She loves to explore and go hiking. We raise alpaca at our home and she often likes to help take care of them," he told Gad.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 6:58 pm
gﾑd Gad relaxed – that was good. He was about ready to go drown himself in the bathroom if he had done wrong! But.. that didn't seem very not-scary, did it? He perished the thought and listened to the man as he was definitely more brighter of a thought than drowning. The little girl was, at least. ..Though, alpacas.. and hiking? He tried not to grimace at the idea of being surrounded by all that horrible, horrible dangers. He didn't want to say it, but her being in a hospital somehow sounded much safer with the life she lead before that. “Grace is her name?” He asked instead, in an attempt not to voice his thoughts. He didn't want the man thinking he was looking down on the little girl! “It's a nice name. How old is she? ...Does she like.. ah,” What did little girls normally like? ..That was safe? “...Tin.. foil?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:02 pm
Quentin blinked and just stared blankly at Gad for a few moments. He very confused. But then he remembered that the man was a bit simple minded. "Well..... I don't know what her opinions on tin foil are," he answered. "Shes almost seventeen. It's amazing that she has lived this long," he said as he shifted in his chair a bit. (BAHAHA!!! rofl )
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:19 pm
gﾑd “Oh..” Tin foil probably wasn't a smart guess. He scratched the back of his neck in thought, only pausing as he heard the age. Seventeen. That was.. a lot older than what Gad was thinking. Almost an adult! ...The doctor was an adult girl too, wasn't she? “Tea. Grace would like tea too.” The doctor drank it and said she liked it! So, all girls must like tea. “What color tea does she like?” Most things for girls came in different colors, so of course tea must be the same way. He would have to question the doctor later on it, but he didn't see much of a flaw in his reasoning so far. ..Outside of him being the one reasoning, but it was somewhat hard to avoid that mistake.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:22 pm
"She likes green tea," Quentin replied. He then looked at the framed picture of Grace that he had set on his desk. Quentin picked it up and held it to Gad so that he could see, "This is Grace," he told him, a small smile coming to his face. Oh how he missed having Grace around. The two of them often read books together by the fireplace or cooked dinner. They always had a great time together. (This is Grace [x] )
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 4:11 pm
gﾑd Gad took the picture of Grace and looked at her. She was pretty, he noted with a smile, and looked a lot like Quentin, but.. of course, more girly. The man thought of asking about her mother, since he knew enough to know that it normally took a man and a woman to make a little one, but something told him it wasn't right of him to ask. If Quentin didn't mention her first, then he would wait until he did. For now, Gad had other things in mind. He handed the picture gently back to Quentin and stood up, “If you need more help later, Quentin, I will come to help. But, I have to go see others to help them too.” He tilted his head forward in a small bow before turning hesitantly to the door, feeling awkward with leaving without being told to. But, Quentin seemed busy with his memories – too busy for Gad. “Bye.” He said as he went through the door and left the man to his office.
~Exit Gad!~
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 5:48 pm
Quentin was busy decorating the front of his office door. The student and faculties friends and relatives would be arriving soon to spend some time with their loved ones. The elf was trying to make his room as welcoming as possible, more than usual even. He stepped back and scratched his chin as he admired his handiwork. Some of the decorations hung in funny ways because it was difficult for him to decorate with only one arm. But all in all it looked pretty good. He knew that at least his daughter would enjoy it.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:11 pm
 .:l Cyrus Hayden l:.
”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire
Was this the right room? Cyrus wasn't so sure by this point. After all, it looked the same as every other door that littered the hallways. For a while, he stared blankly at the foreign mesh of letters placed in front of the doors before finally noticing a man in front of one of them. Good. Maybe he can read? If not, then how unfortunate was that?
Cyrus walked up to the man and drawled out. "Hey, do ya know where the algebra classroom is? I got a little lost on the way."
And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:15 pm
Quentin blinked and looked at Cryus, "Ah yes... I can give you a map.... or just escort you there myself if you would like," he replied with a smile. "My name is Quentin Messala, im the dorm 'Mother' if you will." He looked at the boy closely, "I don't believe I have seen you around here before. Are you new?"
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:53 pm
.:l Cyrus Hayden l:.
”If we see you smoking
We will assume you are on fire
Maps wouldn't do any good. With all these similar looking doors, how was he supposed to tell what was what? "An escort would be good." He said with a frown. "Messala then? I'm Hayden, and I'm the new Algebra teacher. It's a bit of a pain if ya ask me though. These kids are real brats." Ah, yes. He wasn't hiding his displeasure of this third period class in the slightest. Only a masochist would enjoy being tied up and interrogated like that. Ugh.
And take appropriate action.”
- Douglas Adams
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 8:01 pm
Quentin nodded, "Welcome to our school then. I haven't met many of the students myself yet.... im still working on that," he replied as he limped along down the hall, "So, let get out of this hall and out into the main one. Once there ill be able to show you where your class is," he smiled. (Post int he hallways? )
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 8:18 pm
♥ Lizzie Hard ♥  What a fickle Lizzie had found herself in! Her first day on campus and classes weren't even in session – oh, no, there was some silly family week event for all the school to halt for..! She had moped around her classroom's walls for hours as she waited to see if, maybe, her prince would sense her depression and come valiantly running for her – but, no. No one. How boring! The lizard lady had even left her room to mope everywhere she could think of! The gardens, the pool, the bathrooms, the front of the boy's dorms, and even out near the stables – ah, but, that last one was more for lunch than anything. Thankfully, she reminded herself she was on a diet and hurried away before a delicious sheep came just a tad too close.
But, she hadn't a clue as to where she should go! Oh, where was her prince?! She needed him so desperately! The lady had dragged her feet down the halls until a mysterious door had opened to her left, welcoming her inside with the promises of her prince! It was hard not to run in and snatch up the first not pink and squishy thing she saw – which was a tail! She squealed out loudly, which came out more as the squeak of a dog toy, and yanked the tail up to her chest, squeezing it tightly and wrapping her tongue around it affectionately. “Darling! Baby! Oh, my honey-bunches-and-oats! I've missed you so dearly!”
(( BAM. D< Tail molestation - goooo! ))
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