Roaming the Halls [Open]

[Helena Bertinelli]

All right, so there weren't many students around, and it was the summer, which meant that the classes were a little bit strange anyway. Helena understood that. What she couldn't understand was why attendance seemed to be so haphazard even among the teachers.

"Unbelievable," she said, looking across the hallway at the European History teacher's room. He hadn't been around recently, meaning that Helena had begun to incorporate his students into her own schedule. The main staff didn't seem especially aware of his absence, and she wasn't going to make a big fuss about it. For all she knew, he could have left. Gone back home. Quit. She'd received no special instructions, so she decided to just keep teaching as best she could in the circumstances.

She didn't have students just now, since it was still a half hour before the bell rang. She was in working on fixing up her classroom again and seeing if she could figure out how to clean the computer of whatever bugs they seemed to have placed on it. Giving up on both struggles, she stormed out into the hallway.

"I swear this place is getting on my last nerve," she muttered under her breath. "People disappearing, everything bugged, and absolutely no. One. who can manage to have a decent conversation about what is actually going on here."

As always happened when she got upset, her fingers twitched for her crossbow, and she stifled her urge to shoot something by instead punching at the air, hardly caring if anyone saw. She wasn't hurting anyone; they couldn't get mad at her. They'd just think she was crazy, which was probably true anyway.

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Megs made his way down the hall dressed in his common teacherly looking brown suit combo. In one hand he held a stack of freshly graded papers. In the other a nice hot tall cup of coffee, extra cream and sugar of course. It was his meal for the day. After a rather nasty run in with a jam spewing volcano yesterday he was not really in the mood for food stuff. It had been an exciting venture but boy he was paying for it today. Every muscle seemed to ache and he did his best not allow himself to limp. Superheroes, even those in civilian mode, could not show weakness after all.

The Science teacher lifted his cup taking a nice long swig of hot coffee goodness while he rounded the corner. This route would turn out to be his undoing as a flying fist broke through the air before his tired reflexes could react. The cup was smashed into his face spewing forth a flood of coffee that seemed to drench nearly everything in its path. Glasses and coffee soaked papers went flying across the hall as the man fell to the floor clutching his face. “Oh God it burns!” Yes he had wanted his coffee but not all at once!

[Helena Bertinelli]

As Helena came whirling toward an intersection, she spun and threw out a fist into what was supposed to have been empty air but turned out to be a very full coffee cup. Feeling the connection, she immediately pulled back and stepped into a fighting stance, her guard up for a potential retaliation. She remembered too late that she was in a school and the other people here would probably not be immediately ready for a fight. Namely, she remembered when she saw her fellow teacher sprawled on the floor and crying out in pain.

"Oh," she said, straightening again and observing the mess. "Whoops." And though it was against her nature, she vaguely remembered that it was right to apologize in this sort of situation and make amends. "Um, sorry about that. Here, let me help you..."

She went first for the papers. She really wasn't used to actually helping the people she left on the ground crying in pain. However, the papers weren't particularly in a mood to be stacked neatly, since they had been soaked by the coffee. That chore turning out to be harder than expected, she turned back to the man.

"Uh, would you like something for your face?" She absently patted her pockets, but even in her full costume with utility belt she didn't really carry a handkerchief. And she certainly wasn't about to offer any of her clothing. Luckily for her, though, there was a janitor's cart not too far away. She jumped up and headed toward it, grabbed a roll of paper towels, and went back to the teacher.

"Here. Let's try to clean up this mess." She handed him a wad of paper towels that she'd torn off. Crouching on her toes (so as to keep her pants clean) above the mess, she began to wipe it up. "Wasn't expecting you to come around the corner like that," she offered in way of explanation. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just...practicing."

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Megs finally pushed himself up to a sitting position as the person who was responsible for this incident asked if he wanted something for his face. “Oh I don’t know. Maybe some new skin?” He retorted in an irritated tone. Though in all honestly he was being a bit dramatic. Yes the coffee had been hot but not enough to cause any burns despite his previous exclamation. He had been caught by surprise more than anything.

He swiped the paper towels from her hand and went to work wiping off his face and did what he could with the front of his suit. “Didn’t mean to hurt me? Well you sure did a good job.” He noticed his glasses on the other side of the hall and got up to retrieve them. “What exactly were you practicing? Assaulting people with your fists? In case you haven’t noticed this is a shool. There are children present! Well not necessarily right at this moment but still. What if a child had been coming around that corner instead of me?”

Megs paused in his little rant to bend down and grab the glasses from the floor. But much to his dismay the frame was extremely bent and the lenses popped out falling to the floor. “Well so much for these apparently.” He huffed tossing them into the bin on the janitors cart. He turned to Helena with a quirked eyebrow waiting for her to explain herself.

[Helena Bertinelli]

Helena regarded his comment about new skin with all of the attention it deserved, aka none. Sarcasm was a language she spoke fluently, and she knew when it was worth actually observing.

"Well, you know, accidents happen." She watched him stand to retrieve something from the far wall, still wiping at the floor herself. One of these days she'd have to come up with a real excuse, she decided. Something other than I'm a screw-up and everything I touch is destroyed.

She snorted. "What kid is ever in school when they don't have to be here? Even the smart ones are in the library, not wandering the halls. I honestly didn't expect anyone to be around, or at least expected to hear them first. What are you, some kind of stealth ninja?" She was hoping to get out of answering the question about what she was actually doing, which actually was practicing assaulting people with her fists, though she wouldn't have put it so inelegantly.

She swiped at the floor one last time. It was still sticky, but at least it shouldn't cause any more accidents. She stood and glanced over at her coworker just as he threw away a bent glasses frame. "I hope you have a back-up pair," she said. "Unfortunately I'm no magician who can just fix glasses. You'll want to talk to Hermione for that."

Glancing around the hallway, she said, "Well, looks like you're all cleaned up now, and so I guess that takes care of that. I suppose I'll see you around."