#sanctimonisms

[clemencied-blog]

Hey. You. Is there a fine arts building on this campus? I'm pretty sure there is. But. Maybe I'm blind. Or just missing it.

[Cassandra is very likely here to get free supplies from someone she knows.]

[fidelitaas-blog]

Uhh I feel like I recognize you. Were you that one girl in my history class people would talk about? They'd say you're really smart or something like that.

[somegodlessafterthought]

sanctimonisms

Honestly, it's with a sinking sort of feeling that Aaron Fletcher stares down the high school the itch is coming from. He tries telling himself it'd only been inevitable. He tries telling himself that he'd been in high school, once, too. (Granted, that had only lasted so long, what with his anger issues, but there had been a time...) Unsurprisingly, it doesn't help. He tries telling himself that the Angel that'd triggered the proximity itch might be riding shotgun on a teacher, and that does help, for a bit!

Until the source of the itch comes spilling out of the school, and can't be any more than mid teens, max. He feels a little sick. No--he feels a lot sick. He fucks up talking to fully grown adults about the angel business. How do you even break news like that to a teenager. Hey, hi, sorry but is there a voice in your head that makes you do damaging shit all the time, do you think you're crazy, did you just recently move to town under the flimsiest of reasons, can you move out of town?

A normal person would probably start with something closer to Hi, my name is Aaron. A well adjusted host human might even do the same, and hope that the niggling itch tipped off the other party without the awful awkwardness of the Family discussion. Aaron is actually neither of those things, though, so he--well, mostly he just keeps smoking the cigarette he's working on and tries to pretend he can't tell exactly which direction the itch is heading. Unfortunately, the cigarette doesn't last long, and then all he's got is the niggling voice of what might be his conscience, wondering if he wants to let Patience get first crack at a teen. Never mind that he's only twenty himself, never mind that he too was just a teen when he got introduced to this shitty excuse for an angelic war. 

Dropping the butt, he grinds it out under his heel and makes his way over to where she is, keeps his stride and his expression as far from threatening as he knows how, and then goes so far as to make an apologetic face when he engages her. "Hey, sorry to bug you--do you happen to know where the nearest grocery store is?" The question should serve a number of purposes! It'll tell him if she's relatively new in town! It'll tell him if she's already an angel. It'll hopefully even give her a moment to recognize the itch herself--though id'ing the itch gets easier with practice, the itch is always there, even should the angel she carries be entirely unconscious.