old blood, blue blood

Alice Anderson 30 Telekinetic Law & Finance

[dailydormer]

[natdormerdaily]

[zeldaniles-blog]

Alice’s previous state of histrionics had been bad, but what Zelda saw flash through the woman’s eyes immediately afterwards was worse; terrifying, even. Zelda’s face blanked, her features unable to mirror her wariness just then because of Alice’s unwavering stare. She quickly licked her drying lips. “Uh, no? I don’t think so.” The blonde swallowed, brows twitching as if to pull together. “—Who the fuck even is Lisa Vanderpump, anyway? Are you— did you let Petey get you a drink? Because you should never let him get you your drink. He will always put something in it.”

[aliceandersons]

Alice's face was a blank stare, but her eyes (which were usually rather guarded) reflected exactly what she was feeling right then; a mix of panic, confusion and annoyance at Zelda. The panic started to dissipate slightly when she said Lisa Vanderpump wasn't dead, but she was still confused that the blonde girl had no idea who the woman was -- and annoyed about that fact, too. Suddenly she stood and took two quick steps over to Zelda, grabbing the girl's face and staring at her wide eyed. 

"Lisa Vanderpump is the most amazing woman on television." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she slowly turned Zelda's head to look at the TV, where the woman in question was talking about a party she was hosting. "She's magical."

[professor-g-hendrix]

Alice was crying.

Why is Alice crying? Not possible. Definitely some kind of trap. Who would set me up? Morgana? She’s always acted like a friend, but who knows with a woman like her? Can’t be Georgiana, she’s been away…unless she’s been off plotting against me all this time!

Gemma blinked - she didn’t realize she’d been staring. Her eyes felt dry.

Or maybe this is Alice’s own game? She always seemed so distant - maybe that was a ruse designed to make me drop my guard…

Gemma nodded slowly. No good to finally catch on to someone’s ruse just to throw away the advantage. Her heart pounded in her ears as another wave of anxiety washed over her. When she finally spoke, however, her words seemed unnecessarily slow.

"Yeah…I mean, they’re pretty nice. She talks, like, waaaayyy weird though. I mean, I’ve heard my share of accents, man, but….that one ain’t right."

[aliceandersons]

Gemma's words actually made Alice pause, and her tears dried up almost instantaneously. Had she really just heard that correctly? An insult towards Lisa Vanderpump, the light of her life and personal idol? Just who exactly did Gemma think she was, badmouthing Lisa Vanderpump in front of her?

A sudden anger flared up inside of her, and her brows creased into a frown over her puffy, red eyes. "Her accent is perfectly fine." Alice's tone then was ice cold, and her arms folded tightly across her chest, feeling incredibly displeased with her colleague.  She side eyed the woman for a few seconds, gaze sliding over to the book that lay on the end table just next to the sofa; it was about the same height as Gemma's back...and probably heavy enough...

It only took a second for the book to move itself across the top of the table and laugh forward, hitting Gemma square in the back as Alice attempted to disguise a laugh as a cough.

[holly-chameleon]

"Ummm are you ok Alice? You normally are a bit, um coldish and now. I don't even know." Holly walked over to Alice and sat down next to her. "Do you want to talk or something?"

[aliceandersons]

Normally Alice would have been somewhat annoyed at the presence of Holly, but at the moment it made little different who exactly was sat next to her. For a second or two she struggled to get her breath in between trying not to burst into tears again, gesturing at the TV screen. "Lisa Vanderpump is just...I want to be her. Her shoes are amazing, Why don't I have amazing shoes?"

[hqdead]

Elinor was confused by Alice, to say the least. The other woman couldn’t understand why she was sat in the common room crying her eyes out. “Alice…” Elinor knew from experience that there could be something more to the whole situation. “Is everything okay?”

[aliceandersons]

"No...it's not." Alice managed to sniff through a fresh bout of tears. She was being far too dramatic; anyone looking at her probably thought someone had died, or been grievously hurt. She turned to her colleague with red, puffy eyes and shook her head. "I just can't believe Lisa Vanderpump has such an amazing shoe collection."

[zeldaniles-blog]

Zelda had hallucinated tons of crazy shit when high; she’d once hallucinated having her own arms ripped off — that’d totally put her off of MDMA for a good few months — but even that would have been preferable to what she witnessed now. In fact, seeing Miss Anderson in tears over The Real Housewives was so bizarre (to everyone, not just Zelda; the only reason Zelda was there in the first place was because she’d heard from someone else that Anderson was having a melt down) that Zelda even questioned if this too was a figment of her imagination. She was slack-jawed for a moment, but her mouth snapped shut when confusion suddenly dawned upon her. “Is this real?” She said aloud, though it was rhetorical. Her eyes focused upon her teacher’s face. “Did… someone die?”

[aliceandersons]

Alice was still very much focused on Lisa Vanderpump and her shoes despite speaking to Zelda, and she wiped several tears from underneath her eyes to make room for fresh ones. Her overly emotional state had seemed strange even to herself this morning, but not she was simply too distraught to think about how odd it was. Immediately her eyes dried and she looked up at the girl with fresh worry at the talk of death -- her mind had gone straight to an (irrational) awful conclusion, and for a second she looked about ready to scream. "Lisa Vanderpump is dead?"

[aliceandersons]

Alice had been feeling particularly emotional ever since she woke up. First she'd gotten strangely distressed about how her jacket had fallen off a hanger in the night and become a crumpled heap on the floor; then she'd started crying about one of her favourite shirts still being in the wash basket. And now? Now she was sat in the common room, watching The Real Housewives and crying once again about Lisa Vanderpump. Nobody had approached her so far (probably out of fear) but when she spotted somebody out of the corner of her eye she turned to them with a tear stained face and shaky voice. "Lisa Vanderpump is just so amazing. She has the nicest shoes."

[aliceandersons]

For the next two days you are incredibly sensitive about everything, from crying about cute animals on TV to getting irrationally worked up about what other people say.

[alistairgrismond]

Alistair would have liked to have assumed that his time spent with Alice, over the summer, would mean that the two were now closer. It’d felt that way for him, at least. He’d seen a side of the woman that had humoured him more so than anything else, or anyone else, had done so in a long, long time. In fact he’d felt such excitement at the prospect of spending his day with her each morning, that by the end of their time together he’d loathed to part from it. It’d gone by too quickly for him, though he’d never openly admit that to her, especially since he’d received no word from her during his stay in Malaysia, even after sending a text message, of which he’d known she’d read. 

[aliceandersons]

Despite it all, he was glad to see her, and smiled when she came over to assure the receptionist that he was, in fact, who he’d been saying he was. Yet Alice lacked the response Alistair imagined he’d  get from her, and for a brief moment his smile wavered in confusion. His initial guess was that something bad had happened, and it was playing on her mind. The words “is everything okay?" were on the tip of his tongue as the two were ushered away from the front office, but he swallowed them as a result of Alice’s fallen face. His forehead creased with gentle concern, and it was only when she spoke about his holiday and his shabby appearance that he was distracted enough to momentarily forget. "You have no idea." He said, and rubbed his free hand through his thickened facial hair. "I was somehow roped into partying with a group of younger men that definitely made me feel far older than I actually am." He paused then, finding that the awkwardness his colleague was wearing like some fur coat just then was too much for him to ignore, "—you got my note when I left the motel early Sunday morning, didn’t you? I left a note, I just hope that you got it. I would have woken you up, but…"

Alice was barely paying attention as he spoke about his time in Malaysia; she was too pre-occupied with worrying, about how awkward she was feeling and how she was sure that it was showing on her face and through her movements. Her hands were never usually this fidgety, were they? She must have moved her bag from arm to arm at least four times by now. He was going to notice that something was wrong if she didn't stop -- or maybe she actually did this all the time and it was only now that she was feeling so hyper-aware that it was noticeable to her? And what if stopping would make him notice? Her mind scrambled frantically for some excuse to give to leave the conversation, an emergency in the classroom or a meeting or something, but before anything could be thought of she heard the words she was dreading: "motel" and "note."

Her mouth went dry and any words that might have come out got stuck in her throat. This really was ridiculous; for starters she didn't even know if what she thought happened had actually happened. Most of it was just assumption, although relatively logical assumption, as far as Alice was concerned. It was just impossible for her to calm herself and clear her mind, and that probably had something to do with the fact that this was about Alistair and not somebody else.  "Yes, I...I got your note. Took me a while to find it actually but I got it in the end." A almost nervous looking smile surfaced momentarily on her face. "It's fine. I also got your text, I was just very busy over the summer. I read it and then forgot to reply later and by the time I remembered it would have been awkward, I think." That was a lie. She'd received the text and debated replying for a good half an hour before deciding to forget about it, although it had been in the forefront of her mind every time her phone made a noise. "I'm glad you had a nice time in Malaysia though. Perhaps next time I'll have to go with you." Shouldn't have said that, Alice. She suddenly felt much more awkward for her own words and cleared her throat, feeling warmth rise in her cheeks. "Sounds much more fun than LA, anyway." 

[alistairgrismond]

Alistair had returned from his time in Malaysia with a tan that almost didn’t suit him. It made him look healthier at least, despite how his appearance looked less “sharp business-man” at present and more “rugged adventurer”. He’d reminded himself this morning that he needed a hair cut; he could put his curls into a very small bun now, just as he wore it right then, and his facial hair had grown out. The man was almost unrecognisable. In fact, he was just then stopped by the receptionist and asked for identification, of which he wore around his neck and eventually waved around for her to see. She didn’t seem certain that he was the man in the picture, however, and half an hour later he was still stood at the entrance, leaning against the desk, somewhat irritated. "No it really is me, I can assure you. It’s a very unique nose." He said, pointing to his picture. The receptionist merely grimaced, and he hung his head in defeat. He spotted a familiar face walk by a moment later, and sharply came to.

[aliceandersons]

"Hey—" He fought to grab their attention before they disappeared, extending a hand. "Could you— mm. Please verify to the nice lady here that I am Alistair Grismond. Please. I’m already fifteen minutes late for my first class this term.” A grand way to start the year, he thought.

The familiar voice wasn't one she expected to be connected to an unfamiliar face -- and it wasn't one she was so looking forward to hearing, either. Alice's last meeting with Alistair over summer had gone...well. At least, the first part had. The second part she was unsure of and mostly highly embarrassed about; talk about a lack of professionalism. It was that professionalism that had made her dread seeing the man upon returning to school. Most of the summer had been spent trying to put the incident (which may or may not have happened) out of her mind, but it got harder to push away as the new semester approached. Mostly Alice had been hoping to avoid Alistair in casual situations as much as possible until she could figure out what to say, so this wasn't exactly a welcome encounter. 

"Sorry? Oh." Realising what was going on at the desk and what he meant, she turned her attention to the receptionist whilst attempting to look and sound as normal as possible. It took a few minutes but eventually she managed to explain to the woman sat there that the man with the long hair and scruffy beard was, in fact, a staff member even if he didn't look familiar. She seemed happy enough to take the word of someone like Miss Anderson, and made a shooing motion towards Alistair like she was annoyed with him for wasting time.

It was at that point that Alice turned back towards the man and all but swallowed her own tongue. The tan, the hair, the beard -- it was all so different from how she was used to seeing him, and yet he still suited the look (perhaps more in Alice's eyes than she would have liked to admit). That alone would have left her lost for words but added to the awkwardness she was already feeling, she soon resembled a wide-eyed deer in headlights. After several seconds of somewhat embarrassing silence she managed to clear her throat, shuffle her bag around onto the opposite arm and open her mouth to speak. "Well its...good to see you again. Did you have a nice time in Malaysia? Must have been busy -- you had no time for a haircut."

[holly-chameleon]

Holly picked up her dropped package from the floor and looked up to see Alice looking up at her. “Oh, hey Alice. Long time no see, I guess.” Holly stood up and put her dreadlocks in a ponytail with a large elastic band. “Hows it been here?”

[aliceandersons]

" Are you okay?"

Alice paused at the sight of dreadlocks, watching as the other woman stood and tied up her hair. She'd been unaware that Holly had left the school for a while up until about a month previously, and she also hadn't heard that she was back. The last to know about everything, apparently. Her body was angled as if she was going to continue walking but at the question she nodded, turning to face her colleague properly. "It's been...busy." That was a true enough answer. "Lot to do recently, actually. Paperwork and grades for the end of the year and everything." 

"I'm fine. How was your trip, did you go anywhere nice?"

[theartfulthatcher-blog]

The impact would have been wholly absorbable had it’s target not weighed 58 pounds dripping wet. As it was, Thatcher went tumbling across the hallway with a high squawk of surprise, ricocheting off the wall like a particularly indignant, blonde pinball. Shaking his head groggily, thatcher splayed one palm against the plaster to steady himself before he narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Walking’s not supposed to be a full-contact sport," he huffed, small mouth pursing.

[aliceandersons]

Perhaps it was the oddity of seeing someone so young at the academy that had made her reaction to sending a small child crashing into a wall seem so calm. In truth she hadn't realised it was a child at first -- for starters it wouldn't have been her first guess, and being relatively short herself she had assumed it was a younger student who simply hadn't gone through a growth spurt yet. Apparently only one of those things were right. 

"I'm well aware of that." Her fingers slid the letter back into its envelope as Alice tilted her head slightly, studying the boy in front of her. "The last time I checked the minimum age for students at this school was thirteen. And you are very obviously not thirteen."

She hadn't meant for her tone to sound accusatory, but it did. Strange things like this she no longer shrugged at and left alone, not anymore; not since Horizon. Now they flagged up warning signs in her head that she couldn't ignore -- even if it was just a child. "I do apologise for bumping into you though. Are you hurt?"

[zeldaniles-blog]

The rainstorm outside had yet to cease since yesterday afternoon. It was nearly summer vacation — why was there so much fucking rain? The weather hadn’t stopped her from going outside to light up, however. She’d skipped across the car park and managed to find shelter beneath some trees, yet she was still soaked through by the time she’d come back inside. She’d deliberately kept her hood up as she’d walked by the front desk, hoping to avoid the scrutiny of both the receptionist and the security guard. Zelda probably wouldn’t have spotted Miss Anderson coming towards her if not for the sound of her heels. But upon seeing the teacher, she’d looked down sharply, making more of an effort to go unnoticed. To no avail, apparently. Their shoulders bumped, and when she heard the woman’s voice, she cringed.  ”It’s cool. That’s kind of what I was aiming for, but apparently our fates are entwined.” 

[aliceandersons]

"Zelda." The name was said with some surprise behind it, like Alice hadn't expected it to be her stood there -- which, really, she hadn't. The last time she'd seen the blonde girl was when she helped clean the kitchen, and even her exit from that situation had been a speedy one. At times it felt like she was avoiding Alice, though for what reason she didn't know. As far as she knew she hadn't done anything, at least not directly to Zelda, apart from maybe giving too many detentions. But she hadn't given any since the students had come back from Horizon, so she doubted it was that. Maybe just the incident of Horizon itself; it had changed people and obviously Zelda was not an exception. "I...why didn't you want me to see you?"

[aliceandersons]

"For god's sake mother." Alice muttered under her breath, high heels carrying a steady rhythm across the polished floor of the academy hallway. A letter was in one hand that she was paying more attention to than her surroundings, frowning down at the letters like they'd done her some personal insult. She'd been told there was something waiting for her at the front desk; apparently her mother had bypassed the part of the email Alice had sent explaining how to address packages and letters from then on and had just sent it to the academy. Being so engrossed in the words printed on paper she didn't notice the person coming towards her until it was too late, accidentally shoulder-checking them on the way past which brought her out of her thoughts. 

"Oh -- sorry about that, I didn't see you there."

[aliceandersons]

zeldaniles:

Zelda had been napping. Because Zelda always napped whenever the opportunity arose, finding that no matter how many hours of shut eye she got, she would still wake up exhausted. Smart people told her she was lethargic, and should stop sleeping in the afternoon, but like hell was Zelda going to listen to them. As it were, she’d been taking a nap prior to entering the kitchen, having been rudely awakened by the almost-painful growling of a very-empty stomach. Ever since Horizon, she hadn’t been eating much. Couldn’t handle big portions of food, and if she ate too much then she was sick. The latter part, however, had more to do with how much alcohol she was consuming than anything else.

She was a mess right then. A good sort of mess, but a mess nonetheless. Had she known that she’d bump into Miss Anderson in the kitchen, then maybe she would have brushed her hair, or, you know, made more of an effort to not look like a homeless, hungover bum. Actually… she probably would have avoided the kitchen altogether. The state of the kitchen made Zelda pause in the doorway, and through hazy eyes she viewed the mess with sleepy malaise. Eventually they settled on the ever so angelic face of the telekinetic.

"—Is this a nightmare? Am I still asleep?" Zelda lamely hit the side of her face. "Wake up, Zelda. Wake up." She grumbled, and when that didn’t work she began shuffling into the room to help clean, too sleepy to protest or get out of it. "…This better count as extra credit…"

Zelda's appearance, being somewhat messy, had caused a brief wave of worry in the pit of Alice's stomach before she realised it was simply because the girl had just woken up. That worry turned into something akin to disapproval, and she gave Zelda a look before beginning to gather spoons and whisks in her already batter-stained hands to take to the sink. For a moment she'd thought that something was wrong, perhaps something to do with her eye and the after-effects of Horizon -- perhaps it was, and that just wasn't showing. Maybe that was the reason the blonde girl had just woken up.

The utensils in her fingers were dumped into the empty sink, and she turned the tap on to fill the bowl with warm water. Since her shirt was already full of flour and bits of stuff, and more than likely already stained, getting some cake batter on the sleeves as she pulled them up was the least of her worries. As the sink continued to fill Alice's eyes wandered over to Zelda, wondering for a second or two about asking how the girl was. Why was she so worried about her, anyway? It was a mild worry, a lighter version of what she might feel if her niece were in this situation, but it was more than she gave to most other students -- even those who had been through similar experiences to Zelda. Was it because the girl reminded her of her niece? Perhaps only with the blonde hair, bright eyes and more attitude than she could handle on occasion. 

Alice's mind continued to go on with itself and a frown was beginning to deepen between her brows, but the sound of Zelda's voice again made her pay attention to what was going on around her again. "Maybe. That depends on how much you clean and how well you clean it. I don't give extra credit for a few bits of icing scraped off the cupboard doors." She paused for a second, realising that she sounded harsher than she'd intended to. "I do give cookies though."

[aliceandersons]

brokeniris-ryan:

There was one place in the academy Ryan enjoyed more than any other and that was kitchen. a) because he was perpetually hungry. What? He was a growing boy genetically predetermined to be just as perpetually lanky and his rapid metabolism didn’t really aid much in the issue so he had to take in more than he could ever take out. Which, gross. b) because there was always something to do, and something to do meant nothing to think about. Ryan could be great at words, especially jumbled mess they could form when his accelerated thought process would kick in, but it was a part of himself he didn’t have control of and he had every reason not to like the uncontrollable parts of himself. Not having to face them was the biggest luxury he could afford and kitchen was the holy grail of that luxury. Or something. It’s not like mind readers liked to hang out around kitchens and pry into his mental process, so he was safe from being labeled as lunatic.

After having finished his exercise routine, cleaning up his room and showering, Ryan headed towards the - you guessed it - kitchens before his body cooled off and gave his mind advantage. Having nightmares about his mistakes was enough of a strain on his psyche so he preferred spending every awakened moment not having to think of them. As it usually happened, there was always someone in need of help - washing dishes related business was the common problem, because no one liked that, except Ryan. 

The blonde’s plea held such soft sentiment to it that even if he wasn’t willing, he’d give in out of the kindness of his spirits, but this was a great opportunity anyway. Ever the bright smile appeared on his lips as he folded sleeves of his comfy cashmere white sweater and approached the sink “Sure!” he chirped almost enthusiastically, reaching for the dishes to collect and clean when the scent of baked cookies reached his nostrils. “Do I get the prize of whatever baked goods I’ve smelled or is it an exclusive for a special someone?” he wiggled his brows at the woman.

The agreement to help had left Alice feeling somewhat relieved -- even with her power to help there were a lot of dishes, and globs of egg and batter and icing strewn all over the place, some even on the top cupboards that hadn't been anywhere near the baking and decorating area. She half expected the girls had been having a food-fling war when the teacher's back was turned. It wasn't exactly fair to ask someone else to clean up their mess, but the boy seemed happy enough to help, judging by the smile on his face and upbeat tone of voice.

Was he familiar? Alice couldn't remember. Perhaps she'd seen his face a few times, like with most other students, but had never actually taught him. A shame, really, since he seemed to be such a nice boy. Then again that had been what she'd thought about Zelda in the first few minutes before something inappropriate had come out of her mouth.

Several dishes that sat on the opposite counter suddenly lifted themselves up and floated towards the sink, setting themselves down gently with the help of Alice's telekinesis. Multiple large objects were hard to control, but multiple small object like icing bags and whisks and spoons were relatively easy, and a few of them began to hover and move to their respective places -- mostly by the sink or the bin, which left Alice's hands free to procure herself a cloth to start cleaning the mess left behind.

She smiled at the mention of a reward, and pointed towards a tray of cooling cookies and messily decorated cake that sat away from the general mess (if they'd still been amongst the dirty bowls she might have accidentally sent them flying into the sink). "If you do a good enough job you can take as many cookies with you as you like. Not the cake though -- I believe that's for someone's birthday. Although I probably should just eat it myself seeing as they've left me with all the mess."