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principalconnor.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhigh2005-09-19 10:27 am
Study Hall - Monday, September 19th
Welcome to the study hall for Monday.
I spent yesterday in my tower room with a bottle of Captain Morgan and a carton of cigarettes and I haven't held a gun in twenty-four hours. Needless to say, I am not in the best of fuckin' moods, and the first student to try anything is getting detention. Hell, the first teacher to try anything with me may get detention.
*glares at students across the study hall teacher's desk, props her booted feet on the corner of the desk, and flashes a dirty look to everybody who walks past*
Your announcements for today:
-- As some of you who didn't already know may have found out this weekend, we do have werewolves on campus. The curfew is there for a reason, people. And on the nights of the full moon, you WILL be in your dorm rooms by the time the moon rises. No exceptions.
-- For anyone who may have missed it, homecoming's coming up soon. Also,
fandomhitunes has arrived.
-- The door of locker 327 is stuck open and won't fucking shut. There's your warning.
-- The cafeteria will be serving any meal you ask for today on request, but please keep in mind that the cafeteria workers think someone poured a potion or something into one of the vats, and since they were pretty sure it wasn't hazardous, they went and started serving anyway. I really have to fire those fucking bastards sooner or later.
Jesus, I need a gun. *squirms*
Maybe if I just hold a water pistol, it'll take the edge off ...
I spent yesterday in my tower room with a bottle of Captain Morgan and a carton of cigarettes and I haven't held a gun in twenty-four hours. Needless to say, I am not in the best of fuckin' moods, and the first student to try anything is getting detention. Hell, the first teacher to try anything with me may get detention.
*glares at students across the study hall teacher's desk, props her booted feet on the corner of the desk, and flashes a dirty look to everybody who walks past*
Your announcements for today:
-- As some of you who didn't already know may have found out this weekend, we do have werewolves on campus. The curfew is there for a reason, people. And on the nights of the full moon, you WILL be in your dorm rooms by the time the moon rises. No exceptions.
-- For anyone who may have missed it, homecoming's coming up soon. Also,
-- The door of locker 327 is stuck open and won't fucking shut. There's your warning.
-- The cafeteria will be serving any meal you ask for today on request, but please keep in mind that the cafeteria workers think someone poured a potion or something into one of the vats, and since they were pretty sure it wasn't hazardous, they went and started serving anyway. I really have to fire those fucking bastards sooner or later.
Jesus, I need a gun. *squirms*
Maybe if I just hold a water pistol, it'll take the edge off ...

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She runs a hand through her hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"
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(Anonymous) 2005-09-19 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)Anyhow, she told me some ... stuff. Part of it isn't a big deal, but some of it is. And of course he hasn't been around, so I can't, like, ask him. Not like he would answer the question to begin with."
"So ... that's pretty much it. And shutting my brain off would be good."
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She pauses.
"Do you think they would?"
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"I get that. But it wasn't anything like that. They had a fight. Actually, he was really angry, and she was standing there. Trying to talk to him." Angela shudders. "I wanted to ask her what they'd been talking about before he freaked out. And ... she told me. And a little bit more. She can hear thoughts, and some of his were ... not good."
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She turns all of her attention to Angela, though, and listens intently.
"Well...are you going to talk to him - once you get ahold of him, I mean? I mean, that sounds like the best thing to do. Otherwise, it'll just hang there between you...and I know that's not good for any sort of relationship, believe you me."
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She notices Rory is looking over Angela's shoulder, and follows her gaze. "Is that your Logan? I barely saw him at that party," Angela says, happy to change the subject.
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It doesn't work; Logan waggles his fingers at her playfully as she looks his way, and Angela blushes herself as she reemerges next to Rory. "He's cute. Skinny, but cute," Angela says. "I'm probably done angsting if you want to go sit with him."
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Rory scribbles something (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/103908.html?thread=3525860#t3525860) on a piece of paper, folds it into an airplane, and throws it to Logan.
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