Angelina (Angel) Apaugasma (whitewingprayer) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-02-26 17:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, rorie |
Sunday October 19th 2008
Who: Angel & Rorie
When: Mid-day
Where: Angel's Office
What: Rorie's having a bad day and after a small accident in the hall, Angel tries to cheer him up.
Rorie's week so far had been. . . Bland. To which he wanted. The week before had been a blur of drugs and alcohol. He still was aching, hurting, wanting Garret back so badly. Nothing was changing except that he was sober and back in class. He'd made up his work Sunday and turned it all in. Now, he was on his way to his second class. Walking with a hunch, head down and not paying attention, he didn't see the other person before he was suddenly on the floor and his things spilled around him. He looked up ready to smart off, but they guy was already gone. Sighing, trying not to just break down into tears because his week was already turning to shit, he got onto his hands and knees as he started to pick his papers back up mumbling to himself.
While Rorie was already beginning to have a tough week, Angel was thumbing over all of the things she was planning for the rest of hers. This afternoon she knew she would have some more baking to do. Plenty of students and several faculty members had taken the time to stop by and pick up a Southern-style treat. They seemed to have brightened a bit from the slice of pie they carried off with them, which made this little angel happy. She wanted to see people well and smiling. It didn't take a genius (of which she was certainly not) to see that the school was in a real slump. People just weren't acting like what Angel thought they should have.
Standing just to the right of her door, hanging up her kitten calendar on the slim portion of wall between said door and a window, Angel took a peek through the glass at the sound of books falling. At first she didn't see a problem, as the ducked Rorie was just out of view, but when she opened her door to inspect the situation further she found him. Heels clicking over the floor as she hurried to him to help, Angel called out, "Are yah alright?"
"I'm fine," Rorie mumbled, the fight out of him as quickly as it came. "Just got knocked down is all," he said as he gathered his papers from the floor. It was going to be hard this week. Nothing to escape in besides his movies and video games. Those only held his attention for so long too. Hair hanging in his face as he picked things up, he barely even acknowledged Angel's presence.
Stooping, Angel helped to pick up the last few pieces of paperwork which had scattered near her feet. She neatly stacked them and handed them over, smiling at the student. "Well, Ah'm glad yer alright," she said, still smiling. "One time in high school Ah got knocked down a flight a stairs. Nearly broke mah ankle!" There was fun in her voice, and though she thought Rorie did look a little down, she didn't falter in her words. Maybe her calming presence could help him? Well, that was assuming something was wrong. Sometimes, Angel, people just have a bad day. You can't change that.
"Hmmm," Rorie hummed as he pulled his back pack around and started to put his papers away. He just hadn't wanted to dig them out later in class. "That would my luck anymore," he sighed as he zipped up his back and stood back up. "Uh. . . Thanks for the help," he said glancing at the women, who he really had no idea who she was
"Anytime!" Still smiling, and it may not have been possible for Angel to not smile, she held out a hand once his things were away and they were standing. "I'm Angelina, call me Angel. Ah teach Angelic Lore. Do ya want a treat or some sweet tea? Ah'm givin' it out week ta cheer people up. An' like sharin' the South with ya'll up here."