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Aaron Jacobson {willful child} (backoff) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2009-12-04 18:08:00

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dorothy, willful child

Who: Aaron Jacobson and Madison Tanner
What: The first day of school. Yay. Only not.
Where: Outside of the building.
When: 7:30 AM Monday morning.
Warnings: None. It's probably going to be stupid-fuzzy.
Notes: It's really cold in New York at that time of morning. /obvious.

Aaron already knew this was going to be a disaster. It was just a question of what level of disaster it was going to be. Either it was going to be world-ending, or maybe just catastrophic. Either way, he really wasn't looking forward to getting shoved into a social system he had no idea how to navigate with a bunch of hormonal kids bleeding their problems into the very air around him while he was trying to figure out if he should be in pre-calculus or geometry.

The girl in #101 would probably be judged on a similar scale. Either he'd be able to stand being within a yard's length of her or he wouldn't. If he could, chances were he'd freak her out so much that she would take off within the first five minutes, and if he couldn't chances are she'd do something stupid like fall in love with him, or something. (It could happen.)

Grateful that the weather was so cold that he could get away with multiple layers of thermals, sweatshirt, jacket, beanie hat and gloves, Aaron hoisted his backpack a little higher on his shoulder and waited in the center of the lobby for the girl to show, staring blankly up the staircase and wondering to himself why a building this old wasn't teeming with the kind of psychic remnants that usually made his life hell.

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metrogingham
2009-12-05 03:43 am UTC (link)

Madison was for the most part equally excited and nervous about her first day at a new school. Growing up out in the country only prepared a girl for one type of life, and the City was most certainly not it. On top of that, she was about to meet a boy and walk over to the building. Following a series of questions by Aunt Dolores (Madison could never lie to her), she was tentatively allowed to leave.

After she was ordered to be bundled up in layers of clothing, leaving her with the feeling of having been dipped in a vat of marshmallow puff. She suspected it wasn't just about the cold, but sometimes she let things slide. She was just glad they cared, even if it was a little overbearing at times.

Meandering down the hall, she was a little relieved to see a boy standing by himself, if only so she wouldn't have to holler for him through a crowd. "Hey," she called out, "I sure hope you're Aaron. I'm Madison," she grinned, holding out her gloved hand in greeting. Well shoot, ain't he just adorable.

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backoff
2009-12-05 05:02 am UTC (link)

She was pretty. Nobody was smokin' hot in this many layers, but maybe without them she would be. She sort of had that perky earnest thing going for her, he thought. He used both hands to pull his backpack up again, keeping them busy so he had an excuse not to take her hand. They were both in a lot of layers of clothing and a decent amount of space was between him and her, so he just got vague overtones of nervous excitement and mild amusement. Uncertain about whether the amusement was about him or about something else, he just nodded at her awkwardly. "Yeah, that's me." Wait, what else are you supposed to say? "Uh, hi." This was the part where they went out the door?

	backoff 2009-12-08 05:51 am UTC (link)
	"I dunno," he shrugged. "I didn't get through any of 'em. My first one was the wrong level, so they sent me back to the office. Then in the second one they thought I was a junkie, so I got to the last one late." Aaron sighed and leaned back to kick a foot up on the bench next to her hip, just because he felt like it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	backoff 2009-12-08 06:00 am UTC (link)
	More shrugging. "I'm kinda twitchy about people touching my stuff," he finally admitted, folding his candy bar wrapper into halves and then quarters with great concentration. "So they thought I had something in it or something." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	metrogingham 2009-12-09 03:05 am UTC (link)
	Aaron was definitely having a crappy day so Madison was pleased to see him appearing to be in a better mood by lunch's end. She was about to comment on the candy bar (that was certainly not a lunch) but--drats!--the bell rang. Holding out her bag of oreos, she asked, "You want them? I probably won't eat them today and it'd be a shame if they went to waste." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)