It's Just E.

Hello and welcome to my blog. My name's E. The students call me Headmaster E or Headmaster Parks, so either is fine with me. I'm 36 years young and along with being your headmaster I manage the stables, enjoy a cold beer on Saturday and a cup of coffee on Sunday. I have two lovely dogs named Gus and Zeus who love company, so feel free to stop by anytime whether it be for a homework question or just a visit.

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But Sweet Kisses I've Got To Spare || Eate [November 28th]

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Crossing her arms over her chest, Fate leaned back against the counter opposite E. She smiled at him, because she just couldn’t help doing that every time he looked at her. It had been that way the entire meal-she would glance at him, just to see if he was enjoying the food, and he would smile at her. Her lips would crack into a smile, assured that she had done a good job that night. It didn’t stop her from checking on him again, a few minutes later. He was the only one that mattered to her; she didn’t care if her siblings enjoyed their food. She didn’t care for them at all that night. The entire reason why she had decided to celebrate Thanksgiving with her family was, well, him. Fate wanted to impress a mortal, and that was something she had never wanted in her life.

"It appears so," Fate said with a satisfied smile. He was pleased. He had enjoyed his time there. Fate had been successful. She nodded softly, letting it all sink in. It was then when she realized what he was doing. "Oh, you don’t have to do the dishes, Mister Parks," she began, moving towards the sink to take care of them herself. She was so accustomed to having others do everything for her. "I can…I can take care of that." She looked at him, and placed a hand on his arm. "And really, you can call me Fate. Simply Fate," she said, looking into his eyes with a warm smile.

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E gave her a thoughtful smile as he unfolded his arms and began folding up his sleeves, pushing them up to above his elbow so that he could put his hands in the soapy water without making a mess of things. He shook his head when she said he didn't need to do the dishes and waved her off. "You cooked all that great food, this is the least I kin do t'repay you, Miss Fate. That's how it always was growin' up in my family. The one that cooked didn't have t'do the dishes, that ain't very fair, is it?" he asked with a soft smile, turning back around and dipping his hands into the soapy water, searching for the dish rag. When he found it, he began scrubbing the food off of the plates in the sink already.

"Well, only if you insist, but I might end up just callin' ya Miss Fate anyway. I think it's more of a habit by now. S'long as you don't call me Mister Parks. That reminds me of my pop and well..." he frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, clearing his throat before looking back up again. "But you kin call me E," he murmured softly, looking back over his shoulders at her. "Or Elijah, if ya'd rather. Not many call me that but I wouldn't mind if you did," he said softly, not exactly knowing why he gave her the permission to. He didn't particularly like his first name, but something told him he wouldn't mind it if she called him it.

[itisjuste]

Slacks or Jeans?

Jeans, a'course. Slacks are too formal, I think. 

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But Sweet Kisses I've Got To Spare || Eate [November 28th]

Was the first time she celebrated Thanksgiving. Fate’s first proper Thanksgiving. Well, the word proper was subjective. “Proper”could mean like the Indians and the Pilgrims, in which case her Thanksgiving was not proper at all, thankfully. Surprisingly, no blood was spilled that evening. The four Immortals who resided at Sky High, along with their respective plus ones, sat down at the table and found something to be thankful for, before feasting on Fate’s meticulously prepared meal. It’s wasn’t exactly pleasant, but at least everyone left with their lives in tact. Everyone was alive in the end, and that itself was a great feat. Fate was certainly satisfied, as E seemed to enjoy himself that night. And truth be told, E was the only person she truly cared about that night.

Finally, they all left. And it was only Fate and E in her apartment. She feared he would be leaving soon, having no real reason to stay. She hoped he would stay a little longer, if only a minute. Was wear for Fate to tolerate the company of another mortal, much less enjoy it, and desire it so passionately. She wanted him to like her, she needed his approval. For the first time in years Fate had developed feelings for another person. Romantic feelings. And for the first time in a long time they made her feels small, and shy. She didn’t know how to deal with her feelings for this man, who was still, in many ways, a mystery to her.

"Well, it seems everyone else has left," she said, walking back to the kitchen after seeing one of her siblings off. She hoped E would stay a little longer.

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E had had a wonderful night. Sure, maybe it seemed a little tense here and there with the weird comments made between all the siblings, but he supposed that's just how families were, and there was no judging to be had because of that. The meal was excellent, and he had told her so several times throughout the nigth whenever he caught her looking at him. He found it, well, he didn't know if he could really call an immortal being who had lived for forever and would live forever 'cute,' but that was how he found her that night. Whenever he did, he'd just smile and tell her the meal was excellent and go back to it.

So there he was, walking back into the kitchen with a few plates and bowls piled up in his hands as he moved over to the sink. He turned after placing them into it to look at her, giving her a warm smile. "Well, the night was a success, then," he said cheerfully, turning back around and turning on the sink, letting it fill with water and the soap that was there. He turned back around to look at her as he waited, leaning back against the counter with his arms folded with a pleasant look. "The meal was great, really, Miss Fate. I don't think they have any room to be complainin'."

[itisjuste]

I recommend you stay away from her. For your own safety.

Well, I don't like the idear of that at all, there, anon. I think I kin take care'a m'self. 'M a big boy. 

I think you should be a little nicer when talkin' about her, too.

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Nothin' like a good mornin' jog t'clear yer head!

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How's the school treating you?

Great, as always.

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All tuckered out this mornin'!

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Let Me Show You // Eate

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As Fate entered the room, she scanned the beds, and could see the past of every single child. She remembered them, vaguely, but she did. She saw, in a flash, the lives of the two souls they had lost, and in that moment, Fate felt something she couldn’t place her finger on. She felt herself go cold for a second, and the corners of her mouth fall down, creating an upside down U with her lips. She later learned this feeling was empathy, and sadness. But for the time being, she had to focus on other things. Her mouth turned into a smile once more, but this time, and easier one. She normally hated children, but this…this was a different scene. She had never appreciated children’s innate capacity to love. Unconditionally. And for someone who had lived her entire life feeling unloved…this made her feel something she hadn’t experienced for a long time. Hopeful. These children, and their capacity for love and joy, even in their dire circumstances, made Fate hopeful.

Approaching the boy’s bed, Tommy’s, made her even more nervous than before. She was scared she wouldn’t be enough, that she wouldn’t measure up to these childrens’ standards, to E’s standards. But she did her best. Because she wanted to do good by E, and by these children, who loved him so much, and viceversa. Fate smiled even wider at her introduction, nervously greeting all the children. Fate…Fate was a terrible person, who had done terrible things. She was -sometimes directly- responsible for the way a lot of the childrens’ lives had turned out. And here they were, excited to see her, welcoming her with hugs, and kind gestures. She didn’t deserve their affection, she didn’t deserve this. And yet…there she was. At the hand of a wonderful man, doing wonderful things that never would have crossed her 3 million year-old mind.

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Turning and beaming at his date while she talked to this kids and they talked to her, he couldn't help but have a little bit of pride well up in his chest at the sight. It... well, it truly was amazing. She looked great with them, and they really seemed to like her. Of course, they did like almost anyone, but there was something special about it. Sure, he wasn't a dumb ass. He knew that she controlled their lives, and probably their deaths, but he didn't really mind. Maybe if she saw them, well, maybe it'd show her a little something about humanity.

Smiling warmly, he gave them a few minutes before standing up, Tommy in his arms. "Who wants to go trick-or-treatin'?" he asked excitedly, and all of them stumbled over each other excitedly as they scrambled to get their little pumpkin pails and bags that the nurses had brought them, no doubt. When they were all ready, he glanced back at Fate just as he handed Tommy his own little bag. "Ready?" he asked fondly.

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I never thought I would be fascinated by a mere mortal.

But Mr. Parks…well…he’s certainly one of a kind. Evidently superior to the rest of your species.

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How all that kindness can fit into one man is…well, I must say, it’s beyond me.  And I thought nothing was.

[itisjuste]

Oh well gorsh Miss Fate, but I find you pretty fascinatin' too.

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I was just wondering...

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I think this is the quickest response I’ve ever had from any school, thank you very much Headmaster Parks. I’ll make sure to contact the administration and my department head immediately. I promise not to destroy your very nice school. Sky High has been nothing but accommodating to me and I sincerely thank you.

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Well we pride ourselves on bein' helpful up here. Don't mention it, Mr. Banner. I'm just doin' m'job. 

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The headmaster can answer these question thingy's too, right?

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Well, he most certainly can.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, I was considering, perhaps having a small Thanksgiving dinner in my apartment. And, well, I was wondering if you would like to come. If you have not made any plans yet, that it. I would…I would love it if you could attend.

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Well I'd love to come to yer Thanksgivin', Miss Fate.

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I was just wondering...

How opposed are the officials and students at this school to the idea of me setting up a mini lab in my dorm? I’d vent it through the hall and to a first floor window using pipes, they’d be small and unobtrusive. I promise it’ll be safe.

Also what type of access do we have to lab materials such as bunsen burners, chemicals, elements, and other supplies? 

There are a few things I’d like to work on in a controlled environment such as my dorm… not that I don’t trust everyone here to not tamper with things, I’d just like to be able to keep a close eye on it. 

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Well, bein' the headmaster 'n all I can answer yer question right quick. We don't really mind all that much, 'cause most students have 'em, but what you need t'do is visit the administration office or call 'em 'n make sure y'tell 'em that yer gonna have one. Otherwise it could get a 'lil messy when they don't know t'put extra insurance on yer room. Most chemicals yer gonna have to talk to your department head about gettin', but they're pretty nice about it. Other than that it shouldn't be a problem.

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The headmaster can answer these question thingy's too, right?

Well, I don't know what I'm doin' for Thanksgivin' yet. If I don't make plans up here, I'll probably be headin' down t'see my mom and sisters.

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Let Me Show You // Eate

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As she heard him speak, bearing gifts and goodies for the children, Fate couldn’t help but wonder how it was possible for so much goodness to fit into one man’s body. Perhaps it was because she considered herself the opposite of good that understanding E’s motives was especially hard for her. According to her, she was rotten inside. Pure goodness was almost inconceivable to her. At Nancy’s words, Fate smiled, a little sadly, as she looked down at her sandals. He was, indeed, a saint. He was far too good to be with someone like her. She admired him.

Truth be told, she wasn’t ready to meet the children. It terrified her. Not only because she hated children, the dirty, stinky, crying machines, but because perhaps they weren’t. E’s description didn’t fit her idea of children, and for some reason, Fate believed E. And the idea of being wrong scared her, the idea of facing something she wasn’t prepared for. Because what if the children did like her? It was what she had originally desired, yes, but now it scared her. Before, she had wanted all of mankind to worship her, because she felt they were all below her. But now…now she questioned that. If these children were as good as E said they were, who was Fate to ask for their admiration? It was she who should admire them. “I…suppose I am.”

[itisjuste]

E gave the woman a soft squeeze on the hand as he pulled her toward the large, elongated room with about ten beds in it. However, only six of those beds were filled. No, they'd lost Ginger and Freddie last year, and that was a great loss to all of them. Ginger to cancer and Freddie to a kidney disease that ate every ounce of the boy's happiness in the end. It was hard to see them go, especially since Freddie didn't have any family and he found himself next to the boy in his final hours, taking care of him and holding his hand... shushing him when he cried that the pain was too much... telling him that it was okay, and it was his time, and the pain would all be over soon. It was a hard thing to do, but someone had to do it for them. Someone that wasn't the nurses or doctors they saw twenty four seven.

After giving her one last bright smile, he pulled her into the room. "What's goin' on in here?" he boomed out, startling some of the children. They were all dressed up in some form of a cheap Halloween costume over their regular hospital clothing, and he smiled warmly as they all turned to look at him and suddenly all screeched, running toward him. He scooped up one of the smallest ones--Lily, dressed up in a little witch dress with a hat that was too big for her--with a laugh, and she attached herself around his neck. He chuckled warmly as the rest tried to climb up his legs, and he greeted each one individually, listening to their excited "Mister E! Misser E! Midder E! Look at my costume! Look I'm a ghost! Look I'm a pupkin!"'s as they excitedly talked to him. After a minute he found himself walking over to one of the hospital beds--after giving Fate a head gesture to follow him--where little Tommy lay, holding out his arms for him but too weak to get out of the bed. He was dressed in a hoodie that had scales on it, and the hood had teeth around it. Obviously something created by one of the nurses--Tommy didn't have any family. "I'mma dinosaur. Rawrrr," he managed out before coughing, and E smiled sadly down at him before pulling off his guitar, resting it against the bed and pulling the little boy into his arms. They all continued going off on their tangents, and then after a moment he calmed them down. "Children, children, I want you t'meet someone," he soothed them, and they all stopped talking and looked up at him attentively. "This is my friend Fate, and she's goin' t'join us today," he said softly, gesturing toward the woman. He watched the children one by one go up to her, greeting her in their own way. Some with hugs, some going off on more little stories, and others just shyly waving. 

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Let Me Show You // Eate

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Fate looked around nervously, and swallowed hard. She wasn’t used to this kind of environment and frankly, it terrified her. As the nurse approached them, she forced a smile. She didn’t hate the place, she was just uncomfortable. Children, and sickness, all in one place. And Fate wasn’t know for her tact. But the desire for E to like her was so strong, she decided she would make an effort. So she smiled. Because that was the socially acceptable thing to do when being introduced to people. Judging by the familiarity that the nurse greeted E with, Fate came to the conclusion that he paid the place visits with certain regularity. Fate, on the other hand, wouldn’t have stepped into a hospital even if they paid her. But for E…well, she was still there, wasn’t she?

Fate extended the woman a hand, while trying to make her smile seem as genuine as possible. “A pleasure,” she spoke as she took the woman’s hand. She couldn’t even imagine the sad life the woman must have lead, as the head of the pediatric floor. But maybe it was not the best moment to talk about that. Just like it wasn’t the right time to talk about how ‘Fate’ wasn’t the name some hippies had given her when she was born, but rather the name she was given by Mother Nature and Father Time, because she was the personification of fate itself. Perhaps she could tell that story some other time.

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E smiled warmly as he watched the two talk, and then when they stopped and Nancy turned back to him, he smiled. "I brought all of it. One fer each of them, fer about five stations. I think they'll get tired after a lil' while, so we'll come back and hang out before they go to bed." He smiled at her and Nancy gave him another hug as he handed her over the bag of various approved toys, treats and candies in the bags labeled with each child's name. "You're a saint, you know," she murmured, and he smiled warmly with a nod.

He didn't believe he was a saint, but he tried the best he could to give back to whoever was in need. As Nancy walked away, E reached down and grabbed her hand, giving her a warm smile. "Are you ready to meet 'em? They're real nice, and super cute. I don't think there's a mean bone in their body, really, so I think they'll like you all the same, no matter who y'are. That's the good thing about kids, ya see."

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Let Me Show You // Eate

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An airy laugh escaped her lips at the mention of a ‘nice big smile’. Those three words weren’t usually associated with her, and the thought of smiling at others made Fate’s stomach tie into a not. But the idea of love…that was appealing to her. Because coming from E, she believed that someone could love her. Something she thought impossible before. For some reason, she believed E when he said they would love her. Even if she didn’t know who ‘they’ were.

Once they reached the bottom of the staircase, Fate began to take note of their surroundings, trying to guess where they were. She kept drawing a blank. Once inside the elevator, she began to connect the dots, and notice the little things. The sterility of everything, the coldness. She still couldn’t tell what their final destination would be, but as they got closer and closer, her fear only grew. And once the elevator came to a halt, and the doors opened, her stomach flipped inside of her.

[itisjuste]

As they rode the elevator down, E couldn't help but smile. He was excited, he would admit. As sad as the situation would be all around, seeing the kids, knowing that it wasn't their time and this shouldn't be happening to them... Well, it would be good to see them. He hadn't come in quite some time, being busy with Sky High and all, and he was sure they would be excited to see him as well. As the elevator dinged, and the doors open, he smiled, stepping onto the hospital floor. Immediately, an older nurse with black and white hair and scrubs with cats and witches on them rushed forward and embraced him in a hug, forcing him to pull away from Fate for a moment.

"E! It's so great to see you! I didn't tell them you were coming because I wanted it to be a surprise, but they will be so thrilled!" he trilled out excitedly, and he smiled. "It's good t'see ya too, Nancy. Haven't been down fer awhile. Oh, 'scuse me what kinda person am I? Nancy, this is Fate. Fate, this is Nancy. She's the head nurse here on the pediatric floor," he offered with a smile, observing his date to make sure she was alright as the older woman went on to introduce herself to the entity.

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Let Me Show You // Eate

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As they traveled, Fate experienced something she rarely felt in the presence of a mortal: fear. She was nervous, constantly fidgeting with the beads that decorated her dress. Because Fate actually worried about whether or not E liked her. She wanted him to like her. And she was very well aware that most people did not. But E wasn’t most people, at least not to her.

Fate could only smile nervously as the helicopter stopped. She even let out a little laugh as she took E’s arm and stepped down from it. E Parks was nothing if not a gentleman, and that was one of the many things that made her want him to like her. No, it was more than want. She neededhim to like her, for reasons she couldn’t explain. If she had been nervous before, it only got worse as they neared their destiny, which was still unknown to her. It was a mystery to her, and it was driving her mad. Not only because she was so used to knowing everything that was about to happen, because she was so scared she would say or do the wrong thing, and E would push her away. “Now that we’re almost there…” she began, assuming they were close. “May I ask where we’re going?” she asked, her hand in his.

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After she took his hand, he helped her down from the helicopter and offered her his arm, moving toward the staircase that would lead them down into the main hospital. He gave the pilot a short wave at the stair case before they began ascending it. "I told you, Miss Fate," he began. "It's just somethin' real special to me. You'll see it soon enough." He smiled fondly as they made their way down.

"Just make sure you offered a nice big smile, and they'll love you all the same," he said with a soft nod and a gentle smile. When they got to the bottom of the staircase they reached an elevator, which he lead her in before hitting the button for floor eight. The pediatric floor. Specifically, the terminally ill wing.