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@jamespadraicarchive
Oh. I see.
No. I’m not. Disappointed perhaps. But not much else.
Isn't that the similar to being cross? Your eyes say a bit more than disappointment, I'm believing it's so. I'm leaving you to stomach pains and I know it's dreadfully boring. Don't be upset, I would have told you sooner had I known. I promise, it won't be long. Let me make it up to you.
Never have I ever...
Let’s play “Never Have I Ever”. Cross out all of the things that you have done. You might just see that there are people just like you out there.
Sexual
Never have I ever kissed a girl.
Never have I ever kissed a boy.
Never have I ever received/given a blowjob, hand job, eating out.
Never have I ever had sex.
Never have I ever fallen in love.
Never have I ever cheated on someone.
Never have I ever been cheated on.
Life
Never have I ever gotten into a fight.
Never have I ever done something illegal.
Never have I ever gotten wasted.
Never have I ever used an illegal drug.
Never have I ever snuck out.
Never have I ever stolen something.
Never have I ever vandalized something.
Never have I ever lost a family member due to death.
Never have I ever been in a life or death situation.
Never have I ever been arrested.
Never have I ever been fired from a job.
Emotions
Never have I ever been kept up at night due to guilt.
Never have I ever laughed so hard I cried.
Never have I ever been abused physically.
Never have I ever cried myself to sleep.
Never have I ever wished that I was someone else.
Never have I ever wanted to kill myself.
Never have I ever tried to kill myself.
Never have I ever felt like an outcast.
Never have I ever wanted to do something just so I would fit in.
Friendships
Never have I ever ruined my friendship with someone.
Never have I ever had a friend leave me for other people.
Never have I ever been kicked out of a friend group.
Never have I ever wanted to fuck one of my friends.
Never have I ever been friendless.
School
Never have I ever failed a test.
Never have I ever cut class.
Never have I ever had to eat alone.
Never have I ever failed a course.
Never have I ever been suspended.
Never have I ever received detention.
Never have I ever dropped out of school.
I’m sorry, did you just say you were leaving? For a few
months?
Yes. I'll be going on a voyage shortly, and we'll be gone for a few months. It wasn't decided official until recently. Are you frightfully cross with me? Oh don't be, please. I'll make it up to you.
I could do a day or two without the baffling, if I’m honest. One day of just a cough would be fabulous. Or a UTI, or maybe even stomach pain. One day where people’s utter stupidity didn’t overshadow everything else. But that’s too much to ask, isn’t it?
For you?
It's too much to ask for. Something like a cough is beneath you and however would you manage to handle something so... demeaning? I suppose this is when I offer to whisk you away to save you, but there's more to it this time. I'll have to make it impressionable for when I leave for next few months. I need to leave you wanting.
I will never understand why people wear flip flops while riding motorcycles….
Goodbye left foot, hello prosthetic.
They do it to baffle and amaze you with their genius ideals. After all, it's something you would do, would you not? It's just humanities way of reminding us there are easy ways to do everything and someone always cleans up the mess. That wouldn't be you would it? Would you have to behold the intellectual wonder?
Waking up to the feeling was familiar. It had happened before, he recognised, and in the recesses of his mind knew that it had an unpleasant meaning before his eyes opened to reveal the change. Wishing was hopeless, pointless, though his mind for the merest moment wished everything he was waking to wasn't true.
He, she, opened her eyes and confirmed the suspicion. What was the purpose of making a change like this? What petty fun came from causing this to someone? The continuous huffs and eye rolls trailed one right after another as she was reminded of each small difference, how her routine for was going to be interrupted with comments and droll chatter. She was going to avoid it as quickly as possible.
Having clothes from the prior time, stored away in the furthest part of the wardrobe, she dressed quickly-- nothing less than professional business attire with freedom of a skirt-- and ventured into the halls quickly in attempt to avoid any interaction so early in the morning. For what sanctuary the office became of solitude and seclusion, it could not have proved its worth and purpose more than now as James kept a high head and down-cast eyes before she slipped in and hid away behind her desk.
Inconveniences are such little pests, you never know when they'll suddenly change and become noticeable. Or how much they'll affect. Let's begin.
A nuisance. Damned one that shouldn’t reoccur.
Mind Games || Taylor & James
She looked down at his sigh, feeling a bit foolish at what she’d said and his seeming disinterest in it all. What should have been relieving, just made her feel like she’d over shared and should have just not done so to begin with. Perhaps it was just better to never bring it up at all from now on?
He changed, however, when she discussed actually trying to use her power. The chuckle at her wording only causing a slight smile and a shrug from her in response. She could see the humor in the wording, but she didn’t know how else to describe it without making it more confusing.
She tried to follow what he was saying about materialization versus mental thought. She wasn’t sure she entirely understood, however, and she simply gave him a look to show that she didn’t. As far as she could tell her power was making people see things she saw in her mind, so wouldn’t it stand to reason she could make them see things that she came up with in her own mind?
Silence and a distorted face were his answers. In the instant it took to be merry at her expense his features lowered to bored with a tinge of anger narrowing his eyes minutely. "Am I boring you?" he addressed, leaning forward towards her. "If you have nothing else to say you can leave this room now." He had no time for this. While it was amusing to help others and use their possible potential to his benefit, he wasn't going to do the entire work for her. She came through the door and like any damned student of this place or under his lesson, they needed to do work else they would fail. Speaking shouldn't have been too difficult of a task. "I require response else you're wasting my time and I will dismiss you the moment you do."
Keeping the same strong and challenging voice he maintained eye contact, lifting his head ever-so-slightly as he inhaled. "You need to want yourself to see it for others too, as well, focusing on them. That's how it appears." Or in the simplest way for her to understand and give a comprehensive response back. "The best way I've always seen development is by practicing." Which he wouldn't encourage anything too strenuous or disreputable. Unfortunately it would require him removing the block between failure and success of her ability practiced on him. "Will you listen and be an active participant now, or should I expect you to walk out that door soon. You might as else stand now and leave," he said, eyeing the door, "to save us both further effort."
You must find him guilty.
Maybe I wish I could die Maybe I am dead And he said… For the lives that I fake I’m going to hell For the vows that I break I’m going to hell
This bloody school.
Heavy paws met the cool marble of the floor, a paced canter down the thin hallways of the Academy. This was not the first time the school had screwed him over in such a manner, by now this was the only assumption his mind naturally went to.
I suppose there are worse things than being a beast of this nature.
His mind felt human. The panic of the morning had settled, the momentary what the fuck of his day. The sun had been far too inviting, the door had been a challenge but the splintered remains were evidence of how even that could not hold him in.
At least his senses were keen. Smells, sights, sounds, all different and much more. It would end. It had to end. Hopefully.
And to anyone else, it was another day in the drab place with natural distaste to people, concepts, and the senseless potential wasted on them. As was with it, the natural sync of routine to avoid them and seclude himself within and slip through the halls in silence. With paper in hand, the businessman kept his head high and eyes cast down as he traveled his way to his office, often shared by his cohort in the same silence but subtle acknowledgement of each other's presence while they respectfully read.
His hand slipped into his pocket as he approached, preparing to withdraw the keys to a door was presently ajar. It was unlike him to leave it open-- must had forgotten to lock it the night before or, more likely, his colleague was already inside-- which caused little pause in his movements in withdrawing his hand and pushing the door open to step inside.
You are, and I enjoy it when you do. It keeps me guessing just when and where you will pop up to brighten my day - or in this case night. Most students tend to be thankful, or their I just chalk up to forgetfulness and the very few that are ungrateful…well, there are always those few in the world.
Summer is coming, isn’t it? Sooner than I thought it would. You really should enjoy the last few moments of peace before you get a rush of students asking for grade changes or explanations. That must be so stressful. I don’t know how you and other teachers do it. You definitely have my admiration. Me? I was just reorganizing the new stock that came in, setting things up for tomorrow. Yes, yes. She’s with a sitter. I had her after day care but she was getting sleepy and it wouldn’t be fair to keep her up so late and out of the comfort of her bed, now would it?
I have to surprise you and keep you interested else you might slip away. Granted, I'd doubt you'd get far before I encased you and you couldn't leave. All mine. What miserable lives they must have if they can't appreciate it. How's your assistant, dare I ask. Has he been kind to you?
One month left before we're relieved from the masses. Thankfully the class has been spelled with a finite detail that they know doing something now won't improve anything. We handle it with tact, well, I can't really speak for others can I? Tedious. Have there been more break-ins since you last organized? Catch any red hands? No, you're right, it wouldn't have been fair though will you answer me this? Would it be unfair to keep her mother from her if she's not awake to know she's missing?
James! Why are you about so late? Or were you waiting until I was done to escort me home? It was a day. A decent day, more on the good side of things. You know, most of them did. It was nice to hear. What about your day? Was it a good day?
Take a guess, you might get it right. Am I not allowed to surprise you? I like knowing you're being appreciated for exerting yourself on their behalf. I wouldn't take it well to know you're being mistreated, but that's entirely off topic. My day was fine as always, although I don't benediction for giving exams and work.
The end of the term will be coming soon so it will be all about rushing to finalise merit in a few weeks. It's nice to enjoy the calm before the storm while it lasts. And here you ask what I'm doing out so late. What of you? Is there a sitter waiting with Addie?
If anyone fancied making me a coffee...
I’d forever be grateful and also I don’t have to move then.
Well since this is the rare occasion where I want it and I don't have any in my office, you can stay happily in place. Dare I ask why you're there?
Goodness, the day is finally done. Long and exhausting but always well worth it. At the very least the night is nice.
Quite the peaceful night, indeed. One would think the silence couldn't be disturbed by anything. A good day? Did they all say their thanks after being restored?
