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Post by alexander elliot fletcher. on Mar 27, 2011 1:33:47 GMT -5
Limping onto the school grounds, there weren’t many students around because the time it was. It must’ve been around their bed time or later. He had been beaten up earlier tonight, but with guitar in case and guitar case in hand; he knew exactly where he was heading. To his room, remembering that he had recently had his room changed, so he could not be where the sun rose in the morning, he headed to his new room, having yet to meet his new roommate. He knew a name, but that was about all he knew about him. Atticus Cromwell, a teacher he hadn’t heard very good things about from the students. He found it fascinating, if he could build up a reputation like that, maybe he wouldn’t have such a problem with students.
As he carried himself into the dorms, he was having problem with the pain. It was worse than he would ever admit, he just hoped he wouldn’t bump into Melina, someone he had kissed a couple of days ago, someone he had opened up to on the same day, another teacher. That didn’t matter, what mattered was getting up to his dorm without hurting himself worse or hurting his guitar. The guitar was like family, it even had a name, Kane.
As he got to the door, he set Kane on the floor and looked for the key, after he found it he went inside and put Kane in the corner beside his bed. He looked at all the stuff that was in the room that he didn’t really care about and laid down on the bed, leaving the door open. He figured when Atticus got in, he’d shut the door. He tried to just relax, hope the pain would go away. His body was almost covered in bruises, which he hated. He just imagined how the others would think of him, he’d either be thrown out or shunned by the teachers and Melina would be worried sick, only time could tell.
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Post by atticus on Mar 27, 2011 17:35:46 GMT -5
Atticus took his time in the hallway as he made his way back to his dormitory. He had a new roommate to deal with, not to mention plenty of papers to grade. That was one thing that he missed about teaching in a public school: When his wife and son had been alive, he'd gone home to them every day and left work behind. Now he literally lived at his workplace, only a few hundred yards from his classroom, and the piles of papers to grade were as thick as ever. If only his wife had survived the crash, or his son, then he could have taken one of them to Power's with him, but as it was, he had no choice but to get along without them. Perhaps this new roommate would provide some sort of companionship.
The door to his room was open. He could see it from down the hall, and for a moment he panicked. Had students broken in to vandalize it? Then he remembered the new roommate. Of course. If he'd just been moving things in, or if he'd just arrived, then it would make more sense for him to leave the door open, to facilitate moving his suitcases. Atticus approached the open door, but stopped cold when he saw the sight inside.
"Are you all right?" was the first thing that popped into his head, and therefore the first thing that came out of his mouth. He usually thought things through before he said them, but there was no question that the man on the bed had suffered some sort of injury. Then, after a moment to compose himself, he added, "I assume you're Alexander Fletcher?"
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Post by alexander elliot fletcher. on Mar 27, 2011 20:15:06 GMT -5
As the man came in, and started asking if he was alright he just grinned. ”It’s exactly what it looks like man.” He said as a joke, but really meaning what he meant. Then he just looked away at the night sky. ”Tonight’s been fun, too bad no whiskey was involved.” He said as another joke, a way to break the ice, but he did mean that it was too bad no whiskey was involved. ”Because I could use it, maybe about two whole bottles to make the pain go away.” He looked back at the man as he called him Alexander Fletcher. ”Alex was my father, call me Elliot, and you must be Atticus Cromwell. Pleasure.” He said as he weakly put up his hand in hopes maybe the man would shake it.
As he waited, he looked around a bit more. ”Nice place we got here, a desk, don’t worry… I won’t be needing it, my job doesn’t involve papers, it does however involve Kane, he’s the guitar laying next to my bed. He’s like family and he’s fragile, so take it easy if you decide to move him.” He said, talking like the guitar was family. ”I’m a music teacher, and a former student of this school.” As he was talking his southern accent was sinking through his voice, which he didn’t really care. ”The rest of my things will be in here soon” He still had his hand up.
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Post by atticus on Mar 27, 2011 20:33:15 GMT -5
Atticus gave him a firm handshake, though he didn't approve of the whiskey comments. He wasn't above having a drink after a long day, but he would never use it as an escape, especially not after how he'd lost his family. Substance abuse was never amusing. "Well, it's a pleasure, Elliot. Call me Atticus." Still, he was somewhat amused by how much younger this man was. The last man he'd roomed with had been much older than Atticus, and had only left the room because he'd retired and gone on to better things, probably a beach house somewhere. Having somebody who was clearly the polar opposite of the old math teacher would certainly be a new experience.
He shrugged off his jacket, hung it on the hook inside the door, then returned to his own bed. "I don't have any alcohol, but if you need some painkillers, there's pills in the desk drawer. You're welcome to them." Even if he couldn't give them to students in need, it was still wise to keep his own medications on hand. There were all sorts of things in the drawer, mostly things like Tylenol and Advil, in case he ever hurt himself. "I don't mean to pry, but what exactly happened to you?"
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