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Post by Jenesis Winklewood on May 26, 2015 19:35:57 GMT -5
So Jenesis signed up to help in tutoring after school. She was well aware that it was for special needs students and didn't think much about it because they didn't tell her much. But when she got to the assigned meeting location, she was updated on all the quirks these students had, especially their triggers. And today, she would be working with... Thomas O'Crowley?
Interestingly enough, Jenesis was given a care package since it was her first day. This one was particularly for Thomas! It contained several sharpened pencils, sugar free candy, among other things. Neat-o!
"Now all I gotta do is wait. Cool beans."
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Post by "Tuvlan" on May 27, 2015 8:02:31 GMT -5
Meeting the Next New Tutor Theme Song: DavidYoungDisc_02 Introduction from D4: Dark Dreams Don't Die OST Jenesis would find herself in the library, in one of the rooms specially allocated in fact with windows closed, the blinds to the inside of the library closed, and a phone with what appeared to be several speed dials at the corner of the table. The desk that encompassed most of the room was bare-bones gray and with plenty of room. There was a plush carpeting here, unlike the rest of library, with everything being in tones of gray and sepia. The lamps jiggled slightly under the perpetual spinning of the ceiling fan, at the least giving a quiet hum. This room was unmistakably designed to keep distractions down to a minimum. As Jenesis would get herself updated on the triggers of the special needs students, there would be an extra addendum in the file for assigned charge for the afternoon.
The door to the small room opened, revealing what looked like a Chinese-English woman in her early thirties. She had straight black hair that went down halfway her neck and she was dressed formally in a teacher's working attire---for PHS #552. She looked at the small 5'1 tall blond and her petite stature and... appeared to visibly grimace. "I'm Miss Reiner, Thomas' Aide. You must be..." she held up the clipboard she had been holding onto, scrutinizing it judgingly, "...Miss Winklewood, the tutor? Have you read the---" *CRASH*
*BANG* "MY LEG!" "GODDAMMIT, THOMAS, PUT HIM DOWN!" Jenesis would hear shouting as Miss Reiner threw down the clipboard, whirling around in a flurry, leaving the room with staccatoed steps. "DOWN!" "SMASH!?" "I SAID DOWN." "SMASH---" "I WILL CALL THE ADMINISTRATOR DOWN HERE---Yes. Good. Good job, Thomas, he's not broken." ...Apparently, one could shout at Thomas. But under what circumstance?---Jenesis would hear nothing for a while, before the two pairs of feet approached. It was Miss Reiner again, showing her wrinkles under her eyes, but she was shadowed by a large mass of red hair. He stepped out from behind, his face still downcast and sullen from his scolding, which would give Jenesis probably the safest time to observe him. He was virtually in all black---black t-shirt, a raggedy-looking leather kilt that went down his long legs to cut off at his knees, equally worn-looking steel-toed combat boots that covered a good portion of his ankles. He had long, red hair that seemed to go down to past his neck, excluding the left side of his head that was mostly shaved down, save for an errant strand that had been allowed to continue to grow and drape over the left side of his face. Instead of two emerald eyes, the boy appeared to be missing one with an eye-patch over what should have been the right... And could have conceivably been a short-spiked dog collar, with a nametag that read Tuvlan "This is Thomas O'Crowely. Thomas, this is Jenesis, your tutor." The boy looked up, instantly brightening--- "SMASH?" "=D!?" |
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Post by Jenesis Winklewood on May 27, 2015 16:56:08 GMT -5
She liked waving her hands. And in fact, she often used her hands while she talked...so she'd have to be extra conscious not to use motions. Also, Jenesis would also have to be extra conscientious not to raise her voice... She doesn't swear, so that would be no problemo, and she definitely isn't preggo. She turned her phone down and left it on vibrate- but no one calls her anyway, so...
"DOWN!"
"SMASH!?"
"I SAID DOWN."
"SMASH---"
"I WILL CALL THE ADMINISTRATOR DOWN HERE---Yes. Good. Good job, Thomas, he's not broken."
OH. MY. GAH. She literally just read that loud noises triggered him so why the FUH was she yelling!? She gulped and watched silently as Miss Reiner and Thomas walked in. She knew she was short but she never really felt short...at least, not often. But she felt tiny in the room. He had to be over 6' tall, maybe around daddy's height...
"SMASH?"
"=D!?"
"N-No, no smash..."
Please...no smash. One blue eye, one red eye stared almost rudely at the boy in front of her. Very interesting looking dude. His hair was long for a boy's...then again, Jenesis' own hair was super long. (He...he wouldn't pull it, right...?) And his eye patch... It reminded her of someone...at her old school.
"E-Eh, hi Thomas. It's kinda cool to meet you."
She tried to keep her voice as level as she could. She wasn't sure what volume was too loud. Meep. Should she stretch her hand for a handshake?? No... No, just to be safe.
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