Vincent Hawk
Ireth
Sexy British Professor of Music
~ Sing like no one's listening ~
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Post by Vincent Hawk on May 25, 2010 23:18:00 GMT -5
Vincent lifted a forkful of alfredo-smothered penne to his mouth and blew on it carefully before taking a bite. His eyes roved absently around the cafeteria as he chewed, looking for nothing in particular and thinking about nothing in particular.
Today had been quiet so far, and relatively normal -- which of course meant the peculiar brand of oddity that passed for normalcy in this place. No one was dead or dying, or being attacked by Fae, or acid-tripping on anyone else's blood. That was something to be very grateful for.
He chased the mouthful down with a sip of ice water, idly turning his fork over and over in his hand. He was still intensely curious about his new magic... every answer he received just led to more questions. He made a mental note to stop by the library after his classes and see if he could find anything that might be of use.
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Post by Rhys Adler on May 26, 2010 0:36:54 GMT -5
Rhys walked through the cafeteria towards the food-line, chatting with Kathy and generally worrying about his classes and his roommate. Outside of English class, it was an okay day.
Some idiot kid at a table was wearing way too much cologne, probably trying to impress someone, and Rhys was caught in a sudden, violent sneeze. Quickly, he tugged his shirt up over his nose and gave the kid a vicious glare.
Kathy and Rhys spoke for a moment, and he dashed off to wash his hands and face while she grabbed food.
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Vincent Hawk
Ireth
Sexy British Professor of Music
~ Sing like no one's listening ~
Posts: 722
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Post by Vincent Hawk on May 26, 2010 0:55:32 GMT -5
Vincent jumped a little as someone sneezed behind him, and said "Bless you" without turning his head to see who it was.
He finished the last few bites of his meal in silence, then rose to take his dishes into the kitchen, nearly colliding with someone who bolted past him with his shirt held up over his face. Vincent caught Jason's eye across the room and gave him a wave of friendly acknowledgement as he walked.
He left his dishes in the kitchen and re-emerged from there with a mug of tea in one hand, which he sipped from carefully as he headed out of the mess hall to his next class.
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