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 Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 1:45 pm
More didn't move, but his eye shifted back and forth on the two older people. They were having a concersation about something he didn't know, or rather, about someone? Someone named Kenth...did he hear that name from somewhere? He should go back and ask Dr. Manneth, perhaps he knew something about it.
The young man smiled to himself as Greg and Alex chatted excitedly. The two seemed to be on great terms, more like friends than boss and workers. It made him relax a little. The red haired man, although finely built on the outside, had a gentle (and lively) presence. And did he know about More? The young man's eye widened for a brief moment out of surprise at Greg's question.
"Why, ur...yes." The young man was no good at lying, and saw no reason to deny the fact, which was nothing embarrassing in and out of itself. "Greg...nice to meet you." More considered walking closer to the man for a handshake, but decided not to since Greg seemed to be occupied by Alex.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 3:45 pm
In a grand display of her age and wisdom, Alex stuck her tongue out at Greg. She slipped her arm around him as he draped his over her shoulders, rolling her eyes at the General rebuttle. She was, however, unable to hide the shock at the next words that came out of the red-head's mouth. More was found on a beach? Her lips twitched in displeasure; if there was anything the fiesty Italian disdained, it was withholding information. Not that she'd chastize the boy for keeping his problems to himself, but she wouldn't pry, no matter how curious (or annoyed) she was. Stupid pesky morals.
It was one of those rare occassions where Alex had nothing to say, choosing to look around the gym so she wouldn't glower at More. She was too worked up over recent events and old memories, letting her emotions get the best of her too much to trust anything that might come out of her mouth. Despite her carefree attitude, the woman was raised well by two sets of doting parents; she knew full well that if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.
She gave Greg a fond squeeze before moving out of the circle of his arm, finally putting on her knuckle-padded gloves and circling the punching bag. Without a word, she resumed her vicious beating of the unfortunate thing, continuing her well-placed swings with renewed vigor.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 2:20 pm
(Was I not supposed to know that? I thought that all the staff would know…)
Greg showed his maturity as well by responding to Alex’s stuck out tongue with his own while More answered. He was a surprised though at Alex’s cold reaction to More’s affirmation, but didn’t say anything about it. After all if he didn’t notice then no harm no foul, so hopefully he would thin that she was just going back to what she was doing He let her slip away from him with a hug and . He glanced over at her as she started up again, then looked back over to More, smiling
“Well it’s very nice to meet you More. I hope that things are going well for you? I can see that you’ve already met one of the most enchanting people on the island.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:23 am
((yeah, the faculties are supposed to know, but Alex's not really a faculty so...))
The young man noticed Alex looking away. He frowned slightly, a little doubtful on whether or not his words had somehow offended the dark skinned woman. The other teacher, however, gave him no chance for questioning. More shifted his attention to Greg, finding him warm and welcoming. He smiled back at the general, and nodded eagerly, appreciating the other's show of concern.
"I am getting adjusted to this place fairly quickly, all thanks to the headmaster and his wonderful team of staffs." More paused, wondering what Greg meant by "the most enchanting people n the island". The young man made an assumption that the words were pointed to Alex. After all, she was the only person he thought Greg knew that he had met. "But yes, she was being very nice to me." More glanced at Alex quickly, and if she was to turn back and meet his eyes, she would find him smiling respectfully. "Although, I find most people here enchanting. I feel like I could learn something from all of you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 9:55 pm
"He's referring to himself," Alex grunted between swings, casting a cynical eye towards the red-head with a brief grin. She did not, however, look at Greg for more than a few seconds, and therefore did not meet More's eye. The woman continued her methodical punching, her attention only partially in the room with the two males.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 6:56 pm
“My dear, dear Alex, you are sadly mistaken. I was not referring to myself and I was quite referring to you. I’m not quite the enchanting siren that you seem to be however amazing I may be.” He said, resisting the urge to tack on something about the little mermaid. That would just be a little too much… He smiled and looked at More though.
“I’m glad that you’re getting along well and that everyone’s nice to you. Especially Alex, she can seem a little rough at times, like when she beats things into the ground. You could certainly learn that from her though. Better than you could from me, anyway, with my now ever so advanced age.” He joked.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 7:23 am
More's smile suddenly faded at the mentioning at the word "siren". Not only that, he looked as if he was visibly struck by something, and stumbled backwards, almost losing his balance. At least, that's what the others would see. The young man could have swore that for a moment his head became exceedingly painful. But when he regained balance, the pain faded away just as fast as it came. More stared at the two adults talking to one another, his mind unable to focus on what was happening in front of him.
Dr. Manneth one mentioned about common symptoms about people who had lost their memories due to trauma or stress. Could it be that his mind was trying to remember something, but was stopped? It almost felt as if his thoughts were deliberately repelled by some kind of invisible wall, which guarded his lost memories inside...whatever it may be, More made a mental note to talk to Dr. Manneth about it later on. For now though...
The young man instinctively rubbed on his temples to make sure the headache went away completely, and remained silent, trying to focus on what the two adults were talking about.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 4:45 pm
Greg was smiling at Alex, but then noticed that something was wrong with More. Reaching out a hand and tentatively putting it on Mores shoulder he asked “Are you okay? You looked….” He paused and didn’t really know what to say. He didn’t really want to just say that it looked like he had gotten woozy for a moment, but he didn’t really know what else to say. “You looked like you hurt there for a minute. Everything alright with you or do you need to go and see Manneth?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 11:24 am
The woman snorted at Greg as he backhandedly praised her, continuing to whomp on the punching bag. Green eyes shifted to More as he seemed to stumble; she instinctively grabbed the bag to keep it from swinging, using her weight to stop the momentum while staring at the new student. As Greg caught him, she frown, feeling an undescribable well of uncertainty in her chest. Damn, why did she have to be so empathetic?
Alex moved from the bag towards More, taking off one of her gloves. She pressed the back of her scarred hand against his brow, peering into his good eye with scrutiny. "Have you eaten today? Maybe his blood pressure is low," she directed the last part to Greg. "You want a granola bar or something? I can run to the mall if you need something. You have to take care of yourself, your body isn't healed yet." She could have sworn he looked a little paler than he had a few moments ago, and that instinct in her that made her protective and something of a guardian reared its head.
"Here," she turned and grabbed her water bottle off the bench, handing it to him. "Drink." She was trying not to be so rough, although she couldn't explain why she felt on edge around the poor boy. It wasn't really fair to him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 5:56 am
"I'm fine, I was just---" More started, but was cut short by the two teachers. He realized that his words didn't get through, that he had been talking more to himself with a voice so small for others to hear. What was wrong with him? For that instant he felt weak...a feeling that he'd never felt before, at least, not after he came on this island.
The young man shook his head slightly and gave the adults a weak smile. He took Alex's water bottle, but did not drink it. Instead, he simply held it in his hands. The coolness of the water bottle was comforting enough for him to regain energy, at least some of it.
"Thank you, uh...miss Alex. " More couldn't recall that the woman gave him a proper introduction of herself. General Larine mentioned her name, and the young man picked it up from their conversation. "I'm feeling better now, so no need to worry about me."
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 11:07 pm
Eyeing More as if he didn’t really believe him when he said that he was alright Greg nodded. After all it wasn’t like he could tell if the kid was really feeling better or not. He seemed better now, so there wasn’t much for him to say, but flashes like that weren’t normally good, and didn’t normally happen.
“We’re supposed to worry about you.” He said with a shrug. “And that was certainly something to worry about. If you say you’re feeling better though… Just be sure to mention it next time you’re getting looked at, it’s probably not good.” He gestured twords the water that Alex had handed him. "And you should probably drink at least a little of that. Alex knows what she's doing."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 9:14 pm
"Just Alex," came the short reply, moving to the nearest bench and taking a seat. Personally, she didn't think it took much common sense to keep hydrated and well, but she was also one who had lived on her own and learned how to survive. She was the type who could turn a water bottle into a deadly weapon, but such things didn't need to be brought to light when a student was clearly having issues they didn't want to speak of.
Which, of course, rubbed the woman the wrong way all over again.
Her scarred hands gripped the bench she sat on, although her face gave away none of the strain. She kept her expression placid, neutral; she kept repeating to herself that she had to act like a teacher now, and that survival skills would do no good other than to possibly give her an aneurysm from the anxiety. While that might bring her to Kenth, it really wasn't a good way to see him after avoiding everyone for the past month.
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