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Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 08:55:42 AM
The door to the room that Harrison shared with 7 other boys opened. It didn't feel like morning to him, but he couldn't really tell due to the lack of windows in the room. The lantern light in the corridor behind the figure silhouetted the man in the doorway, it was easy to discern the headmaster's tall brute figure.

With heavy booted steps the man entered the room and walked to the end of Harrison's bed, he knew each kid was now awake and watching in a bit of fear as he was, the Headmaster never visited a room for jokes and cookies.

"Come with me Arbuckle," he stated plainly.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 01:43:40 PM
Harrison winced at the sound of his last name. He hadn't been at the orphanage very long, but he suspected such visits were uncommon. He had been here long enough to see how things were done though. Much of the time, teachers used fear as a motivator. He decided he would no let this man intimidate him, at least outwardly. After all, Harrison was a boy with nothing to lose.

Harrison slid out from under his blankets, and pushed his glasses on. Standing before the headmaster, Harrison stretched.

"Is something amiss, Sir?"
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 03:45:38 PM
To Harrison's surprise, the Headmasters response was almost congenial.

"Not really Master Arbuckle, but I would like to talk with you on a matter. Please acoompany me to my office." he said and walked back to the open door.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 04:00:53 PM
"Oh," Harrison said simply. "Happy to help."

Harrison had heard stories about what went on in the Headmaster's office, but he didn't let it bother him. He had in fact, done nothing wrong that he could think of.

Harrison supposed the meeting could only have to do with his meeting Emma. Harrison shrugged to himself.

They probably just want to ask how Abbey was.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 04:18:49 PM
Harrison followed the incredibly tall man through the dimly lit corridors of the Orphanage. Their footfalls echoing along the barren wooden floors and walls as they traversed two corridors and one stairwell to make it to the Headmaster's front office.

The Headmaster passed thru the open doorway of his office and asked Harrison to close the door on his way in. The window to the left of the man's desk revealing no morning dusk of yet.

The tall man sat down behind an old, but huge wooden oak desk and sat back in his reclining leather chair. He staired across the desk at eye level with the 10-year old for almost a full turn.

Harrison, non-plussed or intimidated by the mans stare, wandered his eyes from him to show him as much, looking at the nameplate on the desk,

HEADMASTER DRAVEN SHANTEEL

'His name even sounds big,' Harrison thought, he then returned his gaze to the Headmaster, 'don't want to push my attitude too far I suppose.'

"Tell me your version of the story Arbuckle," the Headmaster stated calmly, and even though Harrison was looking right at him and waiting for him to say something, he started a bit.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 07:03:50 PM
I wonder what he wants to know? Harrison thought. Oh, I know. They must be upset about the soiled bed linens.

"Alright," he said with a head bob. "I walked into the common room, and saw a girl crying. Who knows why, You know girls." Harrison rolled his eyes. "They always seem upset over something. Anyway, I cheered her up, and she asked me to show her where Abbey was, I guess she'd heard about Abbey being sick or something." Harrison shrugged.

"I took her up there, and Abbey got sick all over the bed and the clergy girl," Harrison's face conveyed his repulsion.

"I went down the hall to the linen closet and got the clergy girl another robe, cause hers was..." Harrison shook his head briskly. "just... Disgusting. Bleh. Though Abbey looked a lot better after... you know. Maybe it was something she ate, I guess. The clergy girl, told me her name, but I can't remember it now. She kept saying she was late though." Harrison shrugged again.

"That's about it," he said with his head bobbing.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 07:20:03 PM
The Headmaster listened carefully to the boy and paused in thought for a moment. He then pulled from the floor behind the desk a medicine bag and gently placed it on his desk. The medicine bag was leather that had been stained white, two long silk corded straps hang piled beside it. The symbol of the Circle of The Deaconess branded within the leather on both sides. It was an expensive looking healer's kit to be sure, and no doubt belonged to Emmanuelle.

"Do you know what this is Arbuckle?" he asked.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 07:41:24 PM
Harrisson's initial reaction was that it was a bag. he remembered how angry answers like that made his father though, so he thought better of pointing out the obvious.

"Is it a medicine bag?"
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 07:48:18 PM
"It is Arbuckle. I found it in the common room when questioning the children there earlier this evening, or rather," he looked at his watch, "yesterday evening," he said with a look at the dark window.

"Interesting how time can fly when one is busy all night," he said with a sigh.

"Nevertheless it looks unopened and fairly free of vomit. Mind enlightening me on that fact?"
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 08:03:25 PM
"Well," Harrison scratched his head. "now that you mention it, I did notice she didn't have one with her, but I didn't think much of it. I don't know an aweful lot about medicine, after all."

Harrison shrugged. "I guess she didn't need it."
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 08:20:00 PM
"She didn't need her medicine bag for a young girl with the flu?" he asked quite calmly. He then slid his right hand across the top of his bald skull.

"How was she to administer the girl to health? Do a naked dance?" and not waiting for answer he continued, "although that would work for me, the girl is absolute future mate material," he swore.

Harrison noted that he held his stare while speaking out of turn about Emmanuelle.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 08:29:07 PM
Harrison avoided the unexpected comment.

"To be honest, I wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on. I don't like being near sick little kids. I have a difficult time with things like vomit." It was true, just talking about it almost made him gag, and the look on his face when thinking of it was testament to that.

"Frankly, I think it was just coincidence. I'm no expert, but I've been sick like that before, and usually feel better after..." Harrison chocked back a gag.

"I think we just showed up at the right time," Harrison said putting a hand on his queezy stomach. "Or the wrong time, depending on one's perspective."
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 08:38:16 PM
"Do you want to know the perspective of the Deaconess, the girls keeper?" the Headmaster asked plainly.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 08:43:23 PM
An interesting thought, someone could have a keeper. Harrison never really considered it, not even when thinking of his pets. Sure, he could care for them, but could they be "kept"?

Harrison cocked his head a bit curiously. "Yes, I would. Does she think she knows what Abbey had?" Harrison was genuinely curious. He figured it was something the girl ate, but if it was something else, he'd like to know what it was, so that he could avoid it.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Johan on March 23, 2008, 08:59:03 PM
Excuse me?

Ok, between my reading and then posting, you changed your post.

So, nevermind.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 09:00:33 PM
huh?
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 09:01:25 PM
Who let him in?
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Johan on March 23, 2008, 09:01:45 PM
Fot the *love* of...!!
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 09:05:33 PM
haha, That's what I figured.

You're up Dray.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 09:13:11 PM
"Arbuckle, you can be cute with me all you like, but I think you know what she looked like upon her attempted departure from this building," he sighed with a manner of a patient teacher.

He rubbed his bald head again with his hand.

"Deaconess Myrtle, the girls keeper came to me upon not finding the young woman at the entry at the time promised. When we came in from the cold rain and found the girl rushing to the door, to say that we were stunned by her appearance would be describing it mildly," he stood up and leaned over the desk, his fingertips knuckles turning white, supporting his weight.

"A daughter of a priest from the Temple of Kaine, a ten year old, with nothing but a boys robe on running through the corridors," he had almost yelled her family station but had whispered the rest of the sentence, but no matter what the volume, his anger was now coming through.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 09:29:22 PM
Harrison started to understand the nature of this visit. Someone had the wrong idea here.

"Her robe got barffed on, and she was in a hurry... I went to the linen closet and grabbed the first robe I saw that looked like her size," he reiterated.

He got the feeling in his gut that he was somehow suspected of something bad. He hated to think someone thought ill of him, especially when it was based on inaccuracies.

Gosh, what do they think happened? he wondered.

He silently thanked whatever god might be listening that he'd thought to stay behind and get a new robe, rather than show up with her in his shorts.

"Headmaster, I'm not trying to be cute, I really didn't do anything wrong," he said honestly, shrinking a bit in his chair.

He didn't know what exactly it was that he was in trouble for, he hoped his statement covered anything it might be.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 09:45:58 PM
The Headmaster didn't relax from his stance, and he looked like he could jump the desk and be on Harrison in a tick if he so chose too. Finally, he settled back into an upright position and crossed his arms, one hand going to his bare chin as he looked upon the boy and wondered.

The silence pressed for what felt like two turns.

"Arbuckle, you are under the impression that the truth, or at least how you define it, is what matters here. I am here to tell you that it does not," the Headmaster now started to slowly walk around the desk. Upon reach the boy, he settled his posterior on it and leaned his torso forward and a bit menacingly over the boy who seemed to be sliding off his chair.

"For you see, the only perspective that matters here is of the Deaconess, not yours and not the girls. And although your story certainly makes more sense than that wretched hags, it is I who has to tidy things up. So...." he stopped his speech and leaned so far over Harrisons chair that he had to balance his weight on the arms with both arms.

"Whose side do you propose I be on, a ten year old boys, or, an enraged  Deaconess watching over the innocent daughter of a priest?" he asked in another whisper only a foot from the boys ear.

Although the entire speech was almost cordial in its tone, it was delivered with a promise of hurt.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 10:15:44 PM
How could the truth not matter to someone? Harrison wondered briefly. He didn't have time to think on it too much, as he suspected it was irrelevant.

Harrison could tell that the Headmaster was in quite a pickle now because of the whole ordeal, even though it was all just a misunderstanding. Harrison felt partly responsible, and actually felt badly for the Headmaster.

Harrison had no idea what the common punishment was for something like this. As a kid, he was punished his fair share, but going to bed without a meal didn't seem to fit the bill, judging by how angry the Headmaster was.

Harrison shrugged.

"We can't just explain that everything's ok?" he asked hopelessly.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 10:25:16 PM
The Headmaster spoke slowly, "no I am sorry Harrison, we can't just explain. Sometimes in this city, that isn't enough."

With that, the Headmaster without warning hefted up the boy by the front of his shirt and tossed him across the room and into a bookcase.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 10:29:15 PM
Harrison woke up in his bed, with no idea on how he got there. He felt like he had been lieing in the bed for a long time. His blinking eyes in the darkness were the only things he dared to move, for he sensed all was not quite right with him physically.

Sure enough, as he reached consciousness he felt the dull ache within his back and on a spot just above his breastbone.

As the event came to him, he could here the other boys snoring and sleeping in their beds close bye. He didn't doubt that the day had come and gone with him here.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 10:42:14 PM
Lying in his bed, staring at the darkness, Harrison quietly cast a quick spell to heal himself (OOC: Cure Light Wounds)

"Sometimes in this city, that isn't enough." Harrison whispered to himself. A very true statement, apparently.

What to do now, Harrison wondered. He wasn't sleepy any more. Somewhere down the line, Harrison would even that little score... He just wasn't certain how.

Oh yes, mister Shanteel, your day will come. (OOC: further motivation for Harrison to have taken the Trickery, Death and Knowledge domains.)

Harrison forced the bully from his thoughts, and replaced them with the soft cinnamon smell he remembered. My Emmanuelle, he thought to himself. He grinned a little at the sound of that.

Harrison spent the next couple hours lying in bed replaying a new version of what happened in that office; a version that ended with the Headmaster pleading for Harrison not to hit him again, and apologizing profusely for having made that comment about Harrison's Emmanuelle being "furture mate material".
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Dray on March 23, 2008, 10:44:29 PM
Just before dusk would start to illuminate the sky, a small tapping occurred at the window, Harrison smiled at the familiar noise.
Title: 04.17.2127 - Headmaster's Anger
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2008, 10:50:07 PM
End of thred. Story continued in White Rascal (http://griznuq.com/index.php?topic=8751).
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