Back and Forth

Nineteen Years of age, history major, originally from Orlando, Florida. I can also travel through time. No big deal.

[skyedumont-x-deactivated2015020]

Seems like we have a klepto in our school. Or some sort of stalker who has notebook and feet fetishes. 

[ariana-callaghan]

I'm seriously hoping its the former. I do not want to picture my notebook in a situation like that.

[skyedumont-x-deactivated2015020]

Has anyone seen a pair of Jimmy Choos anywhere? They’re white, lacy and have a silver heel. I’d kind of really like them back please. 

[ariana-callaghan]

Well if anyone took them it wasn't me. Besides, I'm still trying to find my notebook.

[ariana-callaghan]

"There is something seriously wrong with a world that does not approve of cheez its as a food group."

[zeldaniles-blog]

Zelda had to wonder who Ariana had meant by “they”. She assumed the worst, that Ariana was talking about the people at Horizon, and it made the colour in her face grow sickly pale. “I wasn’t given any medication.” She said, fast, and looked down at her feet. “They didn’t give me anything.” The statement was said with a mighty bitterness, as she recalled what they’d forced onto her. She sighed, and shoulders hunching, she pointed to her covered eye. “I don’t know what they did to me. To any of us.”

[ariana-callaghan]

"I was...more talking about the nurses here. To sort of alleviate whatever happened? Pain like that doesn't just go away." Ariana wanted to kick herself for misuse of pronouns. It was one of her biggest faults. "I had no intentions of making you relive any of what happened to you. I have no desire to find out what happened to you, truthfully. Sounds like the stuff of nightmares."

[zeldaniles-blog]

Zelda kept her head in her hands, not even realising that someone had approached her. Her head hurt so much, and her eye beneath the bandage burnt. Ariana’s voice sounded different to the rest, it was clearer, and that was probably why the blonde picked up on it. She peered over at the other girl, her expression a mixture of confusion and pain. “Not you.” Zelda replied. “Everyone. Everyone’s so loud and I just— it’s not annoying you?” 

[ariana-callaghan]

Ariana waited until Zelda was aware of her presence before she stepped any closer, not wanting to be near her if she was in massive amounts of pain and unwilling to accept any visitors. But when Zelda looked up at her Ariana took it as a means to step closer to the blonde girl's bed, shrugging at her question. "I don't hear anything." It was true. The infirmary had always been a quiet place, since it was strictly prohibited to bother the patients with loud noises. "Maybe it's a side effect of whatever medication they gave you?"

[zeldaniles-blog]

Zelda feebly pushed away the nurse’s hand and stood from the clinic bed; she didn’t want any more people with their hands near her face. She said nothing more, she just pushed aside the woman and hurried to step out into the hallway, taking in a deep breath just as soon as she’d escaped the confinements of the small room. A tired, distressed cry sounded from between her lips as her back found the wall. The eye that’d been experimented on was covered by a bandage, it still pained her and she’d yet to examine it for herself, but that was not her most prominent right then — there were voices, too many, and she had to assume that it was just a result of the busy infirmary, nothing more. Yet it was almost overwhelming, and scrunching up her face, Zelda placed her head into her hands and groaned.

                        “Shut uuuuuup… please. Oh my God.”

[ariana-callaghan]

Ariana had gotten word of the returning students through a girl in her advanced history class, who's sister worked in the infirmary. She was curious as to how everyone had survived the encounter at Horizon, since that was all anyone else could talk about. And while she didn't want to be rude, she let her curiosity get the better of her, leaving her last class early complaining of a headache so she could see what everyone was up to. As she stepped into the infirmary, Zelda's voice echoed through the pristine room, and her eyes quickly scanned the beds until she found the blonde, slightly taken aback at her words. "I haven't said anything?"

[cocky-connor-odonoghue]

Connor nodded to her words. “I agree wholeheartedly. That’s why people rarely fail in me classes. Besides, it’s pretty bloody hard ta fail home ec, music, and fuckin’ philosophy. I mean really.” He laughed. “And she puts more effort inta her food than me own daughter did. And that’s sayin’ somethin’.” Connor seemed to clue into the fact that he was rambling. “Sorry, I tend ta go on a bit ‘bout the old country.” He nodded. “Yeah, though that’s probably why Dalek and Gabe call me a child. If I had ta act me age..” He shuddered. “Críost, can you imagine? With my personality? I’d just be a crotchety old fart yelling at me students!”

[ariana-callaghan]

"My high school philosophy class was a joke." She shook her head, before realizing that it probably sounded like she thought the subject itself was something laughable. "Not that I didn't enjoy learning, but my teacher was a psychology teacher first and she didn't exactly know how to teach philosophy so we usually just watched movies that had philosophical elements." Ariana waved off his apology, shaking her head once again. "It's no big deal, I'm used to hearing it. Both sets of my grandparents came here off the boat if you will. So if I hadn't heard one story from one side I heard it from the other." She laughed, trying to picture the young teacher poking a walking stick at student's faces. "Well thank goodness you don't."

[felixdoug]

He shrugged. “Suppose there’s Miss Armistead. She’s not as much of a cunt as the other teachers. Maybe that Anderson, too. I dunno,” he clicked his tongue, and with a shake of his head decided to drop the talk on his handwriting. “What sort of a lesson is it that it needs a fucking movie like this one?” He held up the case, then turned it around so that he could view its front. “Looks like crap.”

[ariana-callaghan]

"Well good, that's more than one. So you're off to a better start than I thought." She tried to make it sound upbeat, but at the same time Ariana wasn't sure how she should respond to someone who was only really tolerated by only two teachers. "You'll have to watch the movie and see. Look if you don't like it you don't ever have to see it again, but you should at least give it a try. New experiences are good for a person."

[felixdoug]

"Somehow don’t see that happenin’. I ain’t liked here, by any of the teachers— they wouldn’t do me no favours ever.” He said, adding in, “I even get to do tests on a laptop, cos my handwriting is so shit.” A frown marred his brows as he recalled how his handwriting had been compared to that of a five year olds at one point. When she produced a DVD, he eyed it. “Why the fuck would you give something like this to a teacher?” He took it from her.

[ariana-callaghan]

"I'm sure there's one here who at least tolerates you." She reasoned, thinking over the teachers she knew that could be able to handle someone like Felix. "That is also something that makes perfect sense. That way you can still apply what you learned and teachers don't think you're just scribbling." Ariana shrugged. "She needed it for a lesson and I volunteered to get it for her because it's one of my favorite movies."

[felixdoug]

Felix shrugged. “So I won’t graduate then. I don’t take it. I get— what the fuck do they call it, leeway? ‘Cos of my circumstance or some shit.” He folded his arms. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about right now. I don’t know about many famous people to be honest. Didn’t have the means to find out about them when I was younger.”

[ariana-callaghan]

"Ahh. That makes better sense than just skipping the class altogether and yet you still somehow managed to go up a grade." Ariana shook her head, holding a hand out for him to wait before pulling her bag open, rifling through it and handing him a dvd. "I had my sister buy me a copy of Rebel Without a Cause so I could give it to one of my teachers, but I will lend it to you first. That way you can know who James Dean is."

[felixdoug]

A smirk grew right across his features at her obvious frustration, and he gave her a tell-tale look, as if to silently tell her that her irritation was showing; he was getting to her. “Can’t fink of many people, don’t take History, never took History, because it’s boring. Ain’t anything you can do with your power that’s impressive. Wouldn’t even help you in a fight.” He paused. “Who the fuck’s James Dean anyways?”

[ariana-callaghan]

"I'm pretty sure that you're not allowed to graduate or even go up a grade without taking some type of history credit." Ariana pointed out, choosing to ignore his look. "Seriously?" She stared at him. "Rebel Without a Cause? East of Eden? Died tragically at the age of twenty four? You don't know who James Dean is?"

[felixdoug]

Felix pretended to yawn, and couldn’t help an amused smirk tug at the corners of his lips afterwards. “Sounds super fuckin’ boring to me. Science. That’s such bullshit.” He shook his head. “Where’ve you been? Who’ve you seen? History is borin’ too, you know.”

[ariana-callaghan]

"Well it is!" Ariana huffed, trying not to show her frustration or how offended she was, yet she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding either. "I've been to any time you can think of and seen any person you can think of. Even met James Dean once. The actor."

[cocky-connor-odonoghue]

Connor nodded sympathetically. “I hear ye. Ye should sit in on me music classes, it’s just abou’ tha music. I teach what people need ta know to truly play music, whether they play it well or not.” He paused, a thoughtful look on his face. “Come ta think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever given a failin’ grade.. not even tha’ little girl who insists on setting me kitchen on fire every class in home ec…” Connor shrugged. “Aye, tha old country. I miss it often. It’s probably changed since I left in ‘69. Me grandad was old school. He’s why I speak Irish Gaelic so fluently. He could speak English, but he flat out refused to. Bugger fought in the two wars in tha 20s, said he’d earned the right ta speak his native tongue. How ye supposed ta argue with a man missing an eye who could still twist ya inta a bow fit fer Christmas morn?” Connor smiled as he remembered his old grandfather. “He was a great old bloke. Used ta tell me and me sister some great stories.. I’m the same age as he was when I was born now.. fuck, 63 years old, how tha fuck did that happen?” He didn’t actually seem too bothered by it.

[ariana-callaghan]

"Maybe if I have the free time to do it." Ariana shrugged, hoping she did. She hadn't seen a proper love for orchestral music since watching the nutcracker when she was fifteen. "Grades don't make a person smart or stupid, I think. I think grades are really an evaluation of how much effort a person is willing to put into something. And if that girl puts tons of effort into making something and ends up setting a kitchen on fire every time, at least she's trying to do something." Ariana listened to the immortal teacher recall memories of his family, and she smiled as it reminded her of the stories her own grandfather used to tell, and the ones her father would spin when she was little and in need of something to listen to before she went to sleep. She shifted, suddenly homesick, but she kept her smile in place, shrugging at his question. "Well I suppose when you're immortal you tend to age more than you realize."

[felixdoug]

"Don’t like books, and what about the state of the country? It’s filled with cunts, that’s nothing new." He shrugged. "If you can’t do fuck all, then Time Travelling is a bit of a shit power.”

[ariana-callaghan]

Ariana scoffed. "People think that time travel is just going back and reliving great memories and seeing famous people before they died but it's not. It's a very delicate and difficult science and almost extremely impossible to master."

[cocky-connor-odonoghue]

Connor grimaced. He was a near savant with instruments. He already knew so many, you hand him a new one and he’ll have it mastered in a few days, a week tops. “I’m aware. ‘S why me classes teachin’ actual instruments get smaller and smaller every year.” Connor wasn’t as crotchety as he seemed. He really did enjoy modern music. He just couldn’t abide the old stuff, the stuff that needs real talent, becoming less and less. He grinned at her. “Yea, the difference is I might actually be older than yer grandparents!” He wiggled his eyebrows. Most students knew he was immortal, he never looked different, ever. But they didn’t all know he was in his early 60s!

[ariana-callaghan]

"I was in band in middle school and high school. Kind of lost taste for it because it became less about the love of an instrument and more about getting accolades to make the school look good." She could still feel the weight of the clarinet case in her hand if she flexed her fingers a certain way. Ariana laughed at his exclamation, and she shook her head. "My grandparents are from the old country. They're as old and as traditional as they get."

[cocky-connor-odonoghue]

Connor nodded in approval. “Good girl. Not all of taday’s music is bad, but this dubstep shit.. I dunno, man, how did that even become a thing!?” He shook his head again. “I never understood how the music from me days was overruled by this money-grubbin’ shite.” Careful Connor, your true age is showing. “Nothing compares ta the Celtic stuff me grandad played back in Ireland anyway, though. I may be biased.”

[ariana-callaghan]

"It's all technological. Actual instrumentals are virtually nonexistent now. No one has the time to learn how to play an instrument but they can learn a computer program." Ariana smiled, shaking her head. "Not biased at all. My grandparents did the same thing. Still do."

[cocky-connor-odonoghue]

Connor shook his head, his long curls bouncing everywhere. “I can fuckin’ try. That shite is not music, fuckin’ Dead mouse, what the fuck?” Connor grunted as he turned the stereo off. “How do people listen ta that? It’s just noise!”

[ariana-callaghan]

"Well I don't listen to it." Ariana shrugged. "I barely even listen to the radio nowadays, mostly just the stuff my parents played."