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Tyler Durden ([personal profile] tyler_gone) wrote2008-09-08 09:06 am
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Office #18, Monday

It wasn't every day you saw your imaginary evil twin walking around being his own person, and Tyler was still in a really weird mood as he entered his office. He kept expecting the first Tyler or Rusty or whatever name he had picked this time to show up and ask him if he'd ever been in a fight.

Really, if he hadn't summoned a student, he might have foregone office hours entirely in favor of QVC. As it was, he spent much of his time blankly staring out the window.

[OOC: Open!]
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[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"We aren't disassociated, we overlap just fine," Anemone protested sulkily. "DID, PTSD, stupid little acronyms for people who are frightened."

"And yes, I have. They created me to kill people, so that's partially where my violent tendencies come from. What's that got to do with anything?"
tyler_gone: (perfectly sane)

[personal profile] tyler_gone 2008-09-08 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Tyler thought about correcting her, but shrugged. Sick, frightened, it was all the same and it wasn't like he was about to get overly PC about his diagnosis. Especially not with the dissociated bit walking around the island calling himself Rusty.

"Not much," he admitted. "Just trying to think of what to do with you, since I promised no detention and I know you aren't sorry." It was good his chair swiveled, as that gave him something to do while he made a decision. "First, what are you doing Thursday? And second, I don't think I've ever sparred with an experiment gone wrong."

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Thursday? I have class with Mr. Murdock and Miss Bennet," she answered, clearly confused. "Am I supposed to be sorry? It was a good prank."
tyler_gone: (I see what you did there)

[personal profile] tyler_gone 2008-09-09 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"It's conventional," Tyler told her, "to at least pretend to be sorry if you assault a teacher, yes. Good prank or no."

He was starting to question his decision to go into teaching.

"You can't do what I'm making Ino do if you have two classes Thursday," he said. "All right. We're sparring. I want to see what Corellian hybrids can do. Pick a day that's not Monday or Friday."

Not a punishment, no, but it would be fun and it seemed like she didn't "get" punishments anyhow.

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I fly. Fightercraft," she answered, nose wrinkling. "Sparring? Like, fighting-fighting? What if I break you?"

"Um, Wednesday, maybe?"
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[personal profile] tyler_gone 2008-09-09 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Stop hitting when I say stop," he said simply. "And if you don't, there are very large men at the gym who would make you stop. I don't break easy, anyhow."

"Wednesday," he agreed. "Probably next week's better for me. Is meeting in the afternoon at Atlas gym okay?"

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure." Especially since that would let her get in a few practice sessions with other people. "That's the gym in town, right?"

"Um, I'm sorry you didn't like the pie?" She was sorry he didn't enjoy it, she just wasn't sorry they'd done it. At all. "What's Ino have to do?"
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[personal profile] tyler_gone 2008-09-09 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"In town," he agreed. "On handwavy street, near handwavy."

"And I thought the pie was brilliant. Consider this my way of showing my appreciation." He did mean that. "Ino gets to help me make paper mache volcanoes for class Frdiay."

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Anemone's mouth quirked slightly in amusement. "So the ninja has to do art therapy, and the artist gets to try and hit you," she said slowly. "Devious."
tyler_gone: (self-satisfied)

[personal profile] tyler_gone 2008-09-09 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I do my best," Tyler said, satisfied. "Try not to blow up any more pastry between now and next Wednesday."

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"But I was going to get Mr. Murdock next!" she whined, wrinkling up her nose. "He'll think it's funny, I swear."
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[personal profile] tyler_gone 2008-09-09 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't explode any pastry near me," he amended. "Better?"

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine," she sighed, taking that as her cue to leave.

She paused by the door for a moment, eyes going unfocused for second. "How do you feel about glitterbombs, then?"
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[personal profile] tyler_gone 2008-09-09 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
That depends how Tony would feel about it, Tyler thought, then shook it off.

"Nothing explosive," he amended again. "Goodbye, Anemone."

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Anemone's only response was to start whistling the tune of 'If I only had a brain' as she went skipping off down the hall.

Nothing explosive still left her worlds of opportunity.

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