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pineslog2017-04-07 09:51 pm
theycalledmeacurse) wrote in pineslog2017-04-07 09:51 pm
So fill up your lungs and just run... [open + closed]
Who: Marie (Rogue) + You!
Where: WP Academy, Main Street locations, her neighborhood, etc.
When: The month of April
What: Getting used to the town, meeting people, maybe a tiny bit of snooping
Warnings: Will update as needed
Note: I'll match your style, brackets or prose. Here's her Pines Info.
[Open + Closed]
Wandering @ Her Neighborhood
Friday, April 7 - Open, especially to neighbors
Was it weird to walk through your own neighborhood staring at other people's houses?
It was a thought that did cross Marie's mind more than once as she slowly strolled along the sidewalks, past house after house. Some were empty and silent, bearing no names on the mailboxes as her own did, while others had life teeming within them. Families getting ready for dinner, children playing in the backyard. The odd thing was, even those empty houses were filled with furniture, as if waiting for their families to come back and claim them. No matter how many flower beds she climbed through to get close enough to windows to peer inside, each one was the same. Furnished, decorated, lifeless.
Hopefully no one called the police on her for snooping.
Running & Donuts @ Around Town
Saturday, April 8 - Open
The sun was only just coming up as Marie left the house, moving as quietly as she could in the hopes of not waking up her roommates. The air was crisp and she shivered slightly in her green running pants and long-sleeved shirt. She stretched for a minutes on the front lawn before setting off on her run.
Well, it was more walking with a hint of running every now and then. Even a slow jog left her gasping for breath, like she hadn't done anything more than lay around for years rather than the few days she'd been trying to recover from the accident. Like most things in her life, it didn't make one bit of sense, but what was she going to do about it other than struggle through the grueling process of getting back into shape?
After a few turns around the surrounding neighborhoods, she'd head down Main Street and stop in at Hurts's Donuts to pick up breakfast for the house.
Shopping @ French's General Store
Sunday, April 9 - Open
Sunday was the day for grocery shopping. It was what she'd grown up with and it was what she followed now in the hopes of finding something like comfort in the old ritual that left her battling other Sunday shoppers for elbow space in the aisles. She was covered in a large grey knit sweater and jeans, gloves and a scarf, and her striped hair down for added measure. There were going to be absolutely no accidents, she'd promised herself, and she was determined on that point.
Still, it was awfully tempting to zap Mrs. Lanahan when she went for the last bottle of chocolate sauce.
Faculty Bonding @ School
Monday, April 10 - Closed to Fellow Teachers
The first day back had been... overwhelming, to put it mildly. She'd taught three classes that day, all different levels of French, and while she remembered the language perfectly, she'd struggled through the syllabi and lesson plans that she'd supposedly planned out at the start of the semester. Those she didn't remember at all, and she'd stumbled over more than one thing in each class. Add in her awkwardness with students who remembered her when she didn't quite remember them, remeeting her colleagues who she only vaguely recalled, and the general physical drain of being in front of people for hours and, well, she was pretty damn tired.
It was the early afternoon when her last class finished and she retreated to the faculty lounge, where there was a half-empty pot of questionable coffee that she eyed for a good thirty seconds before pouring herself a small mug. Desperate times called for terrible coffee. She flopped herself down in a chair at one of the tables before setting her mug aside and laying her head down on the table. She would lay there for a while, drink the foul coffee, and eventually haul out her lesson plans for the next few days to properly review.
Office Hours @ Java Joe's
Tuesday, April 11 - Open, especially to students
Office hours. The idea made her think of all the visits she'd made to crammed little offices back in college, chatting with her professors about theories, going over assignments, and eventually asking for recommendations when she'd applied for jobs. It had been intimidating at times, and that was why she'd decided to hold her own office hours in a place where her students might feel comfortable - a coffee shop.
Twice a week, she took over a table at the side of the room and settled in for two hours. During that time students could stop by to ask questions, go over assignments, or just talk. She remembered the first few times had been mostly sitting by herself and drinking her weight in caffeine, but after a couple weeks the students had started coming. Even the ones who weren't in her classes anymore would stop by sometimes to catch up on life.
So as awkward as she still felt in front of the classes of teenagers she only half-remembered, Marie had wanted to carry on this practice, and she'd heard from a handful of students already that they would be by that evening.
Fortunate Accidents @ School
Friday, April 14 - Closed to Bucky Barnes
Had Friday always taken this long to come around, or had this week just been exceedingly long? Each day had dragged more than the last as Marie had struggled to adjust to her new-old life, getting back into the groove of things that she still only half-remembered. By the end of her last class, she was so completely out of sorts that she managed to spill her lunchtime coffee all over her white sweater.
Shit.
For half a second, she debated her options. If she waited until she got home, the sweater would probably be a lost cause, but if she worked on it now-- Decision made, she hurried down the hall, dodging the few straggling students who hadn't yet made it to the cafeteria. The art room was closer and had some decent-sized sinks for cleanup, so she slipped inside and made a beeline for one that wasn't stained with paint, tugging off the sweater as she went and stuffing gloves into her pockets. The camisole she'd worn underneath did a good job of keeping her decent, but with her arms and shoulders bared, she was just tempting fate to send a student rushing into the room. Waiting for the universe to cause another 'accident'.
She didn't even think about the tattoo on her arm that was bared, or the still-healing scars that were partially visible on her back. Her focus was on rinsing out the material as quickly as she could without running into anyone.
You Choose @ Main Street
Any day, you make the call
Not seeing what you want? Choose your own adventure! Rogue will wander through Main Street at least twice a day, aimlessly or with purpose depending on the location.
Where: WP Academy, Main Street locations, her neighborhood, etc.
When: The month of April
What: Getting used to the town, meeting people, maybe a tiny bit of snooping
Warnings: Will update as needed
Note: I'll match your style, brackets or prose. Here's her Pines Info.
[Open + Closed]
Wandering @ Her Neighborhood
Friday, April 7 - Open, especially to neighbors
Was it weird to walk through your own neighborhood staring at other people's houses?
It was a thought that did cross Marie's mind more than once as she slowly strolled along the sidewalks, past house after house. Some were empty and silent, bearing no names on the mailboxes as her own did, while others had life teeming within them. Families getting ready for dinner, children playing in the backyard. The odd thing was, even those empty houses were filled with furniture, as if waiting for their families to come back and claim them. No matter how many flower beds she climbed through to get close enough to windows to peer inside, each one was the same. Furnished, decorated, lifeless.
Hopefully no one called the police on her for snooping.
Running & Donuts @ Around Town
Saturday, April 8 - Open
The sun was only just coming up as Marie left the house, moving as quietly as she could in the hopes of not waking up her roommates. The air was crisp and she shivered slightly in her green running pants and long-sleeved shirt. She stretched for a minutes on the front lawn before setting off on her run.
Well, it was more walking with a hint of running every now and then. Even a slow jog left her gasping for breath, like she hadn't done anything more than lay around for years rather than the few days she'd been trying to recover from the accident. Like most things in her life, it didn't make one bit of sense, but what was she going to do about it other than struggle through the grueling process of getting back into shape?
After a few turns around the surrounding neighborhoods, she'd head down Main Street and stop in at Hurts's Donuts to pick up breakfast for the house.
Shopping @ French's General Store
Sunday, April 9 - Open
Sunday was the day for grocery shopping. It was what she'd grown up with and it was what she followed now in the hopes of finding something like comfort in the old ritual that left her battling other Sunday shoppers for elbow space in the aisles. She was covered in a large grey knit sweater and jeans, gloves and a scarf, and her striped hair down for added measure. There were going to be absolutely no accidents, she'd promised herself, and she was determined on that point.
Still, it was awfully tempting to zap Mrs. Lanahan when she went for the last bottle of chocolate sauce.
Faculty Bonding @ School
Monday, April 10 - Closed to Fellow Teachers
The first day back had been... overwhelming, to put it mildly. She'd taught three classes that day, all different levels of French, and while she remembered the language perfectly, she'd struggled through the syllabi and lesson plans that she'd supposedly planned out at the start of the semester. Those she didn't remember at all, and she'd stumbled over more than one thing in each class. Add in her awkwardness with students who remembered her when she didn't quite remember them, remeeting her colleagues who she only vaguely recalled, and the general physical drain of being in front of people for hours and, well, she was pretty damn tired.
It was the early afternoon when her last class finished and she retreated to the faculty lounge, where there was a half-empty pot of questionable coffee that she eyed for a good thirty seconds before pouring herself a small mug. Desperate times called for terrible coffee. She flopped herself down in a chair at one of the tables before setting her mug aside and laying her head down on the table. She would lay there for a while, drink the foul coffee, and eventually haul out her lesson plans for the next few days to properly review.
Office Hours @ Java Joe's
Tuesday, April 11 - Open, especially to students
Office hours. The idea made her think of all the visits she'd made to crammed little offices back in college, chatting with her professors about theories, going over assignments, and eventually asking for recommendations when she'd applied for jobs. It had been intimidating at times, and that was why she'd decided to hold her own office hours in a place where her students might feel comfortable - a coffee shop.
Twice a week, she took over a table at the side of the room and settled in for two hours. During that time students could stop by to ask questions, go over assignments, or just talk. She remembered the first few times had been mostly sitting by herself and drinking her weight in caffeine, but after a couple weeks the students had started coming. Even the ones who weren't in her classes anymore would stop by sometimes to catch up on life.
So as awkward as she still felt in front of the classes of teenagers she only half-remembered, Marie had wanted to carry on this practice, and she'd heard from a handful of students already that they would be by that evening.
Fortunate Accidents @ School
Friday, April 14 - Closed to Bucky Barnes
Had Friday always taken this long to come around, or had this week just been exceedingly long? Each day had dragged more than the last as Marie had struggled to adjust to her new-old life, getting back into the groove of things that she still only half-remembered. By the end of her last class, she was so completely out of sorts that she managed to spill her lunchtime coffee all over her white sweater.
Shit.
For half a second, she debated her options. If she waited until she got home, the sweater would probably be a lost cause, but if she worked on it now-- Decision made, she hurried down the hall, dodging the few straggling students who hadn't yet made it to the cafeteria. The art room was closer and had some decent-sized sinks for cleanup, so she slipped inside and made a beeline for one that wasn't stained with paint, tugging off the sweater as she went and stuffing gloves into her pockets. The camisole she'd worn underneath did a good job of keeping her decent, but with her arms and shoulders bared, she was just tempting fate to send a student rushing into the room. Waiting for the universe to cause another 'accident'.
She didn't even think about the tattoo on her arm that was bared, or the still-healing scars that were partially visible on her back. Her focus was on rinsing out the material as quickly as she could without running into anyone.
You Choose @ Main Street
Any day, you make the call
Not seeing what you want? Choose your own adventure! Rogue will wander through Main Street at least twice a day, aimlessly or with purpose depending on the location.
Office Hours @ Java Joe's
She had a french conversation book positioned beneath her arm as she walked over towards the teacher. Clary remembered the office hours and the place though she had forgotten her teachers name. That wasn't so usual.
"Excuse me." She'd stepped up to Marie only after making sure it was the right person. "I'm sorry. I'm looking for help in French." Her mother was in France for an art show, it had made sense that Clary learn too. If she wanted to be a serious artist she would be taken all over the world.
no subject
Straightening up the papers she'd let take over the table, she studied the young woman for a moment before hesitantly asking, "Are you in one of my classes? I'm so sorry, I was in an accident and things are still a little foggy."
no subject
Marie's story was a familiar one and Clary began to wonder how many of those in the city were in an accident. It felt like to many people. Maybe this town was cursed. "Oh right. I'm Clary I'm in French 3. I was looking over assignments and I noticed this report on French history that obviously has to be written in French but I wanted to know if I could focus on their legends." It was a little more interesting since there were stories of beasts and other creatures all through French history.
It seemed like a cooler way to look at the assignment and Clary was desperate to make it more interesting for herself. More so with her aunt making sure she does all her homework.
no subject
"I think that's a perfectly acceptable idea," she decided, offering Clary a smile, "provided you make connections with how those legends were seen through history. What tales people told and when, and what circumstances of that era might have promoted the popularity of those legends."
It would be a more interesting paper to both write and read, but it would also be a bit more difficult than the topics most of her classmates were conquering. If she wanted to tackle it, though, Marie had no doubt she'd manage it just fine.
no subject
"Thank you. I'll have it ready then." She paused and shifted through her backpack before tugging a book from the center pocket. "I also wanted to check to make sure that this was a reputable source."
She had found the book in the library. It's cover was red and faded with the words 'Tales and Fairy Stories' scrawled in French. "I wanted to make sure because I wanted to mostly source this book, if not a few others."