Who: Keiko & Touya What: Ending in Ice. Where: Med Bay When: Friday, 15th December 2009 - 8pmish (Backdated) Rating: ? Status: Open
With the end of the semester it unfortunately didn't mean an end to the students hurting them selves, which of course left Keiko with a constant frown. Thankfully since it was the end of the semester there would be less bodies in the beds. Of course a couple students would hang around which would end up hurting them selves and need medical attention. The students needed to push them selves and that pushing always would result in injuries but every injury almost always seemed like a slap in the face. Like she wasn't teaching them enough, wasn't giving them the information they needed to stay healthy and safe. The world was full of dangers and unfortunately, in Keiko's opinion, this school was one of them. Many of the divine students were thankful to be able to help and felt blessed to be able to help their fellow class mates it seemed but maybe it was the casters history, 'helping' after the damage was done never felt like enough. There needed to be a way to create more preventative measures instead of reactive measures to injuries that had all ready occurred.
Each hurt student left a bad taste in her mouth for her anger with the schools short comings and a displeasure with her own abilities. There had to be more, there always had to be more. Yet after all of these years it was hard to figure out what that more was. While she was still young in comparison to many of the other faculty her 'special skills' were what had landed her a position after obtaining her masters degree.
Maybe she was a bad match for this school.
The thought echoed in her mind, bouncing off of hollow walls. Places created with the constant stream of lies she fed her self. Her displeasure at hurt students was perhaps the truest sentiment she ever expressed anymore, even if the emotions were improperly displaced. She was getting lost in these lies. With each new day another lie was tossed onto the pile that was all ready starting to resemble an ocean. They were getting too many and it was beginning to feel like she'd drown if she continued in this manner. A poem brought to her attention by a former flame came to mind.
'Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.'
Rinsing her hands in one of the sinks the poem sunk in, the flaws in her existence while always there seemed to weigh heavier today than they had in the past. A hand was brought up, undried to stroke down the length of her face, leaving moisture behind clinging to her skin from the undried palm. Something had to give.
Something had to change or her world would end in Ice.