Alistair

A 34 year old Mutant with the power to create strong energy blasts.

[professor-g-hendrix]

Gemma’s gaze dropped to her shoes at his guess, an embarrassed half-smile working its way across her face. Of course she’d been mislead by a student - wasn’t the first time it’d happen, certainly wouldn’t be the last. Note to self: memorize the grounds map. She let out a breathy laugh - there it is again - and attempted to explain. "Yes, well, I don’t spend much time around these parts and I’m sure sending oh-so-professional me on a wild goose chase is always good for a laugh."

[alistairgrismond]

"Yet as odd as my presences here is, I can’t say an auditorium is where I’d begin looking for an English teacher, either."

"For them, perhaps, but I can't imagine it's very fun for you. A majority of the students here, I adore teaching. Yet there are some who are so --," he decided at the last minute to discontinue his words, "---well... they're creative with what they get up to, I'll say that. I wonder who their ring leader is." He smiled then, and folded his arms. "What? This is the auditorium?" He jested, feigning incredulity. 

"I'll help you get to your intended destination."

[alistairgrismond]

It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, for the next two days you'll be convinced that someone is watching and following you -- and that every person you speak to is the stalker in question.

[stupidchick]

[aliceandersons]

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.”

[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. 

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..."

[professor-g-hendrix]

Gemma’s heart sank in absolute mortification. It seemed that Fate had decreed that all her interactions with Professor Grismond - Alistair? Could she call him that yet? She had run into him half-naked in a classroom ages ago….no, too unprofessional. Professor Grismond he would stay - revolved around her almost falling or dropping armloads of inconvenient items. How long had she been standing there like an idiot? Easily over a minute. Gemma sighed internally. Intelligent, respected in her field, and known as the socially-incapable one by everyone she worked with. Fantastic.

[alistairgrismond]

"Oh, well, Professor, I find myself running slightly late for a meeting after I decided to try a new shortcut…seem to have gotten rather misdirected, haven’t I?"

Alistair found it pleasantly amusing that his colleague continued to call him anything other than his first name, as if Alistair was tabooed. It'd been a long time since he'd seen her, and he'd considered the possibility that she was avoiding him ever since the classroom incident; if he'd made her feel in any way uncomfortable, then he was sorry for it.  Once he was certain his colleague was steady again, he removed his hand and took a polite step back. "A short cut?" He said, "through the auditorium? It'd be the first time I've heard of a short cut through here. Did you, by any chance, get this information from a student?" He asked, attempting to hide the smirk that was daring to curl the corners of his mouth. It was a start of a new term at the academy but already the students were pulling pranks on the kindest of all the teachers.

[davidgandy-24-7-365]

[holly-chameleon]

"No trust me, its all stupid Holly’s fault for this. I just wish life would work out the way you want it to, you know?But um anyways., can you turn around on the toilet for me? I need to get the back of your head." Why am I so stupid? Holly was internally beating herself up over this, this man could make her life hell if he wanted to, but she knew it was all her fault.

[alistairgrismond]

"Stupid? Fault?" Alistair says, his brows knitting together. "You're not stupid, far from it, and it's no one's fault. Especially not yours." He meant it. At her request, he said, "oh, of course, one second," and stood, nearly bumping into her as he did so. "Not so sure how I'm going to sit backwards on the toilet seat though. I imagine it'll look funny, me straddling it." He jokes, giving her forearm a gentle squeeze before turning and sitting (awkwardly) upon the toilet seat again. "You'll find somebody."

[holly-chameleon]

"Actually I haven’t, but I’m assuming you had a blast!" Holly continued to cut his hair in the front of his head. " Alistair, I need to say this, or else I will hate my self for a long time. I have been horribly attracted to you since I came here. When I was gone, it killed me." She wanted to hide, she wanted it to be over, why did she do it now. " I know you don’t feel the same, but I had to do it."

[alistairgrismond]

Holly's confession came at a slightly inopportune time, and it took Alistair by surprise. The man would never have guessed her attraction towards him. Suddenly he found himself feeling even more bare chested than before, and he cleared his throat. "I..." He dithered. "Thank you for telling me, Holly-- I had no idea. I'm-- ah. I hope that you haven't felt led on. By me. That's the last thing I would have wanted to do, intentionally or not."

[alistairgrismond]

holly-chameleon:

Oh Jesus, this makes everything worth it, life is perfect. Holly laughed ” No need to worry about anything Alistair.” Holly put the longest guard on the clippers and turned it on. Then she just went at it, putting the clippers at the center of his head and started to cut. ” It’s gunna go fine for you. So, how was your summer.” Holly asks while still cutting.

"Right." He shifted where he sat, as if getting a little more comfortable though he couldn't say it helped much. His shirt he placed elsewhere, before folding his arms and making certain to stay incredibly still. "My summer?" He paused to recall it. "It was really great, actually. The first half of it was almost perfect, in fact. Alice..." He trailed off when he said his friend's name, smiling some. "Had I known that spending time with Alice was going to be so fun, I wouldn't have gone to Malaysia at all." He answered, pulling a face. "You've probably seen the photos on my Facebook."

[holly-chameleon]

"I have cut mens hair before, and I think your enough of a big boy to do your facial hair." Holly put her hand on his shoulder " You have two options now, keep your shirt on and have stray hairs in it for months, or take your shirt off and take a shower afterwords. Your choice, no judging." Holly took her hand off of him and got a spray bottle for his hair.

[alistairgrismond]

Alistair angles his face then, looking up at Holly from where he sat and placing his hands to his facial hair. "You don't like it?" He asks, and lifts a brow at the options eventually given. He pauses; she doesn't have anything that he can drape over his shoulders? A towel? He glances down at his shirt. "...Alright. Just... give me a moment." He eventually gives an answer, hands reaching to the back of his collar. Just as he's about to tug the shirt off he adds, "don't make it too short though; I'm trusting you, Holly. No pressure or anything." He gives a side smile before pulling his shirt over his head.

[holly-chameleon]

"Oh Alistair, you and I both know that she doesn’t know anything about this." Holly shook her head when he doubted her. "Come on Alistair, I know how to do this. I like to cut hair, when you have the ability to grow your hair out, you can practice alot. Can you trust me?"

[alistairgrismond]

A small but genuine laugh escaped him at that. "I thought as much. Let's hope she doesn't find out and then wring your neck for it." He responded, shaking his head in slight amusement. "You can just shape shift your hair into a different style if it all goes wrong. Mine won't do that. Besides, have you ever cut a man's hair before?" He hesitates a bit. "Though I... suppose it's only a trim..."

[alistairgrismond]

holly-chameleon:

"Thanks, It got a little out of hand halfway through, it was only supposed to be one wall." Holly was bent over rifling through a drawer looking for hair clippers and shears. " So, do you just wanna look like regular thirty-somethin year old Alistair, or something else?" Holly popped back up from the drawer and plugged in the clippers.

"Well, I'm glad it got 'a little out of hand' then; it's wonderful. Certainly something different. Though I'm curious as to how you got the headmistress' permission to do such a thing to the walls." He paused to lift a brow. "Does she even know?" He suspected his colleague wasn't the sort to always follow rules; it was an endearing trait. The sight of the clippers caused him to sit a little straighter. Alistair cleared his throat. "Uh, I'm not sure that I should let you anywhere near me with those things." He added, "no offence, Holly."

[holly-chameleon]

"Ugh I cant with you!" Holly laughs as she exits the stairwell and gets to her door. "I need you to not judge me, when you enter here. Your about to see what I did for most of my summer" Holly unlocked the door to her room and on every square inch there was a mural that was painted on the walls of the forest. " I got bored. but that’s not the point right now. come on into the bathroom, and sit on the toilet… Please."

[alistairgrismond]

Alistair was smiling as he waited for Holly to unlock the door, somewhat proud of the reaction he got from her. "Judge you? Why--," he was cut short by the appearance of her place. It took him by surprise, caused his brows to lift, and his mouth to stay agape. "Jesus H. Christ." He came out with, and only paused in his speech to follow her into the bathroom (which was a little odd, he quite wondered why he was being asked to sit on the toilet). "You did all of that?" He asked, and sat -- albeit awkwardly -- atop the lid of the loo. "It's impressive."

[holly-chameleon]

Holly continued to guide Alistair through the halls. ” We are going to co to my living quarters, and I am getting rid of this ridiculous hair and beard combo. Students would have looked at you as if you were a homeless man,”Holly released his hand when she got to a stairwell, but still continued on up the stairs.

[alistairgrismond]

"What's so wrong about looking like a homeless man? I hear it's a fashionable look amongst the kids these days; grunge or whatever." He jests, following at her side up the stairs. "--I was also told by a woman that I looked rather like a pirate." His lips arch upwards. "How have your holidays been?"

[scarlettniles]

Summer had been…eventful. Scarlett had spent the majority of her time with Zelda and various members of extended family, including one cousin who could easily have passed for a supermodel with her lifestyle, if not her looks. It was odd at the beginning because she’d never really met any family outside of one weird uncle when she was eight, but in the end it had turned out to be one of the best summers she’d ever had. Family aside, her power had also managed to resurface; definitely not as strong or stable as it had been before but it was still there, and Scarlett was both thankful and somewhat curious about how it had happened. Still she didn’t really want to question it too much — it was back, did it really matter how? The opinion of Dr Ramsey in the infirmary was yes, it really did matter, but Scarlett had been skilfully avoiding all nurses and doctors since getting back to school.  In fact it was right then that she was trying to get away from a particularly insistent (and scary) nurse, who probably had precognition or something because she always seemed to know just where Scarlett would be. Spotting an open door she darted inside, sitting herself behind the door and pulling it back to hide her as she heard the woman’s footsteps continue along the hall and away. It wasn’t until they’d faded completely that she let out a breath and stood, only then noticing the other person in the room and where exactly she was. “Oh. Sorry about that, I was just…needed to hide. They’ve taken blood and spit and pee samples from me so many times I’m starting to wonder if they’re planning to clone me or something.” 

[alistairgrismond]

There was always a lack of things to do at the start of a new term, especially the one after the summer holidays. Every school seemed to allow its teachers, and its students, to be a little lax with things, as if they needed to be eased back in to a life of work, unable to simply dive straight in. It made sense to Alistair; his own mind was taking a bit longer to go from idle to active after his time away. The men he'd met in Malaysia had kept the older man from properly relaxing -- why the bachelors had insisted that he come along with them to parties was beyond him. All Alistair had wanted to do was sit on the beach, sip piña coladas, and read his books. 

He was at his desk, flicking through the photos he'd taken this holiday that'd been posted to his Facebook profile, when his door opened and in came a student. His eyes went from a photo of him and Alice to Scarlett, who sat peculiarly on his classroom floor, where he decided to say nothing until the girl had noticed him. He almost wished she hadn't when she said what she said. It took him aback a bit. "Please, hold nothing back, I love hearing about this sort of stuff from my students." His words were accompanied with a slight clear of his throat. "They can't actually do any of this to you without your consent, you know."

[holly-chameleon]

Holly was walking into the main entrance from visiting the gardens and as soon as she opened the door she knew an argument was happening. It was probably best just to keep walking and let this whole thing sort it self out. But that never happens. When the man grabbed her hand she instinctively tore her hand from his and whipped her head around. “Alistair? Oh my god this is slightly funny. Um, M’am? Hello! Hi, I’m Holly Redford. Also a teacher here as you know. And well this strangely tan man is Alistair Grismond, and at this point I dont care if you accept it or not. He is coming with me.” 

[alistairgrismond]

Now the tides were turned. Holly now grabbed Alistairs hand without another word and walked him out of the reception area. ” Your class is gone by now I know that much, But you are coming with me to my room, and I’m fixin the scruff.” 

Alistair would have liked to have seen Holly when his good mood wasn't so rapidly failing, courtesy of the stubborn receptionist who was, at least, doing a good job at keeping out strangers (alas, not the right strangers). He was tired. He looked the way he did only because his flight had landed that morning. But he was grateful for his colleague's aid now, giving an appreciative smile that wavered when his hand was grabbed. "Whoa--" He began, near tripping over his own feet at the sudden tugging, his free hand quickly snatching up his duffel bag so that it wasn't forgotten. "I. Thank you, Holly." He eventually said, coming up on her right side and looking down at her. She still held his hand, and her words made him sigh. "That's great, isn't it? First day back and my bloody--" he stopped himself at the first sign of agitation, letting out a breath to calm himself. He was simply disappointed, but he attempted a laugh at the last part of her words anyway. "Oh I am, am I?" His smile crinkles the corners of his eyes as he looks at her, though there's slight bemusement in how his brows sat. "What exactly are you going to do to me?"

[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.

"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.