Post by Joey Waters on Sept 20, 2015 9:17:27 GMT
Joseph W Waters: It was late, and Joey knew that but he'd had one hell of a trip. Missed connections, rental car issues (by the time he touched down at Heathrow, everything was gone) and a cab driver he was certain had taken him past the same landmarks more than once. Finally arriving, he pulled his luggage out, and no, he wouldn't let the driver touch his Gibson, that he pulled out of the trunk - boot they called it here, himself. With his luggage dragged along with one hand, the handle of his guitar case in the other, he headed inside, following the direction he'd been given to the residency area for the faculty. He was wandering slowly, looking at the map somewhat confused, and yes, he turned it around the other way, and looked at it, and then his surroundings. One place he noted on the map, that yes, was right ahead, was the commons. Maybe there was a fire drill notice on the place that would give him an indication as to where his rooms were. He headed there, dragging his luggage behind him, the wheels clicking as they met the seams in the floor.
Yvonne Wolff: It wasn't often throughout the year that the students were allowed to raid the dining room and kitchen for late night snacks. However, given the fact that it was still technically holiday, the council and admin were a bit more lenient on those kinds of rules. None of her friends had made it back yet, and Anouk crashed early, so the high school senior was left to her own amusements. And cravings. A big bowl of buttery popcorn sprinkled with chocolate chips to cure the salty-sweet craving she had. Donning pink PJ lounge pants and a matching tank top, the brunette came scuffing Ugg slippers against the old, hard wood floors and noticed Mr. Clean looking a bit lost. "You scream tourist." Commented in an accent that was far too diverse to pin to one location. Thanks, dad. She threw a piece of popcorn at some kid running past her, because he deserved it, then turned pale blue eyes back to Mr. Clean.
Joseph W Waters: Turning, Joey looked at the girl, a nod given; one brow rising. "And you scream pajama party escapee." He set the case down, and leaned it against his leg as he set his luggage upright. He didn't let go of the handle, however as it was likely to topple over from the additional two bags hung around the handle of the thing. Smirking Joey gave her a nod up, "Those dark chocolate?" As for his accent? It was clear he wasn't from the UK. Anyone with an ear for accents would put him from the Southern US, though his accent had faded over the years since he'd kicked the dirt of Pine Knot, Kentucky from his boot heels.
Yvonne Wolff: Brow quirked beneath the fringe of dark bangs that veiled her brow, she looked down at herself and smirked. "Close. It was Barbie night upstairs. Someone stole my Ken doll." She thought it was clever. Then a glance dipped to the large bowl, she nodded and held it out. "Yes. It's the best kind of chocolate to have with popcorn. Just sweet enough without being so sweet it kills the salty." Then studious once over was given over him. Not the crush on my instructor, but the appraising one that attempted to read why he looked like a tourist. The non-Brit accent kind of gave it away, though. "So, either you're here to help plan for the masque ball next month, or I would say you're the new music instructor I heard about earlier."
Joseph W Waters: "That would be a yes on the latter." Joey nodded, and then extended his hand out to her, making sure that guitar case was resting well against his hip before he moved. "Joey... Joe, Waters." Probably not a good idea to be calling himself Joey anymore. Not at this level. It was fine for elementary kids, but now, probably not so much. "There's a masked ball next month?" Crap, as a member of the faculty, he'd be expected there, wouldn't he?
Yvonne Wolff: She shifted the bowl from one hand to the other, and took his offered hand. "Joey, Joe Waters, it's nice to meet you. I'm Yvonne Wolff, high school senior. And yes, for All Hallow's there's a ball. Last year it was
themed. This year they're holding a masque." They probably wouldn't force him to come to it, but they'd likely highly encourage it. "So, given the hour I'm guessing you're trying to find your sleeping quarters and not your class room. You're on the wrong floor for residency."Joseph W Waters: Joey looked at his map and before he even thought, the words slipped from his mouth, "Well shit..." he scowled at the map, then looked up at her as he realized what he'd said. "Shoot..." Yeah, that was what he meant. "Welp, guess I'm off to find another floor." he smiled at her and picked up his case once more, his luggage kicked back onto its wheels. "Alright, you have a good night and make sure you win any pillow fights."
Yvonne Wolff: Head tilted a bit, she watched him with that slight rise of her brow again as he gathered his gear and turned to leave. She let him get a few steps, "Uh, Joey, Joe Waters? You might want to go that way." She pointed him in the right direction for the stairs he'd need. "And you'll want to go up to the third floor. Second floor is student residency." Waggle of fingers at him, she turned and went on about her way, maybe to throw more popcorn at people before bed.
Joseph W Waters: "Got it." He nodded and continued on, dragging his gear up to the next floor, and then he was once more consulting that map as he wandered the hall, looking for his room. He followed what he thought would be a natural progression of room numbers, and hoped like hell he was right when he got to the one that should be his. Resting his guitar case once more against his side, he reached for the door knob to give it a try.
Stella Torres: Eh, the door was probably locked. Then again, he was on the wrong floor. He was supposed to go up to the third floor. Thankfully, Stella was doing rounds to make sure there was nothing funky going on. The professor of natural earth energy quietly padded down the corridor on bare feet, with little more than a wisp of her velvet dress to announce her approach. Though, seeing the strange man trying to break into a student dorm, hands laid on the curves of her hips. "Beg pardon. What do you think you are doing?"
Joseph W Waters: He had gone up the stairs from the second floor and as the door swung inward, he gave a glance inward, checked the map once more as well as the paperwork he'd been given, and then he dragged his gear inward. The welcome packet on the desk told him he was in fact in the right place and then he laid his guitar case on the bed, the luggage he left settled near it. Plucking up the key from the welcome packet, he flipped through it to find key areas, and yes, that map he took with him, as the hand drawn one was somewhat difficult to deal with. Stepping out, he locked the door and took to wandering to get familiar with the place and as he once more reached the second floor, he heard the woman chastising someone. His steps slowed and he changed course, heading for them. "Is there a problem?"
Stella Torres: Hearing another voice, she looked over her shoulder to the man who approached, then back to the door as a boy ran off down the hall, giggling and laughing. "No, I don't believe so. Not now, at least." Could have been a room of screaming girls if they'd been another 30 seconds longer. She watched down the darkened hall for a moment longer before turning back to the man who'd arrived in time to be hero of the night. "Ah, another new face! How fantastic. It's always so interesting to see what the new school year brings for faces."
Joseph W Waters: Joey watched as the kid hauled ass down the corridor, and then he looked back at the woman, a smirk flitting around his lips. "Kids..." He chuckled and offered his hand to her. "Joey Waters, music," he glanced down the hall again to see the kid looking back at them and with his free hand, he gave the finger eye point gesture to indicate he was watching the kid, giving his best scowl. And yes, the smirk was there once again as he looked back at the woman, the fierce scowl having dissipated behind the humor of it.
Stella Torres: Eyes narrowed at Joey for his found amusement in the situation, but Stella could never really be all that serious when it came to most things. The serious expression faded into a warm smile and she took his hand. "Nice to meet you Joey. I'm Stella Torres. Literature and Earth Energy. Are you not teaching in one of the magic schools?" It was rare, very rare, that the school permitted non-magic users in to teach or to learn. Special circumstances and really good references.
Joseph W Waters: "Ah, no. I'm talented but not that talented, though I have always said there's a certain kind of magic in music." Hand shook and then he slid his back into the pockets of his jeans. "First school I've ever taught at where the students were in residence. Faculty too for that matter," Firsts all the way around for Joey.
Stella Torres: "I see." Interesting. She'd have to see if she could pry some details from the Headmistress. "It's easier for everyone to live on premises, given the amount of abroad residents we have. It's also safer. Did you just arrive?" She hadn't seen him earlier. Of course, that didn't mean much. The school was huge and she'd been giving tours to others.
Joseph W Waters: "Just got in," he pulled his fingers from his pocket long enough to hook a thumb over his shoulder and then back in they went. "Just got my gear stowed, and figured I'd wander around to see if I could keep from getting completely lost," he nodded, a chuckle given. "Granted it would probably be better done in the daylight, but sooner or later, I'll have to figure it out and thought no time like the present..." he shrugged.
Stella Torres: A light nod of understanding given. "Well, there's not really much to see on the second floor, aside from student mess. The east side is boys, the west side is girls. South is elementary, central is high school and North is college. East and west apply upstairs, too. boys on one side, girls on the other." Old fashioned council though they didn't frown completely on relationships. It was hard to keep from them when everyone lived and worked in close quarters.
Joseph W Waters: Joey gave a nod in the direction the giggler had gone. "Get a lot of that sneaking about?" Any campus was likely to have its share of panty raids and short sheeting of beds in retaliation. "The kids are good at sticking to the rules about ... intermingling?" It really wouldn't do if one of the girls ended up knocked up because she was swept off her feet by some slick kid.
Stella Torres: She looked back in the direction of the giggler, then back to Joey. "Usually only at the start of the year. The older kids like to haze the younger kids, promise them they'll get to sit at the cool tables and things like that, but there's always four teachers on walking duty through the night. we take three hour shifts and rotate the duty through the week. And yeah, for the most part they're good about it. At least as far as we know." Things happened, it was bound to happen in a co-ed school, but not often.
Joseph W Waters: Nodding, he glanced around, then glanced down, and noted the bare feet. "Seems our giggler interrupted a lot more than he intended to." Looking back up at her, he smiled. "I should get out of your way and let you get on with your night." Joey smiled and then took a step back, before he looked back down the hall to make sure the giggler had given up.
Stella Torres: "Hm?" She looked down at her feet and laughed quietly. "Oh, no. I usually go around barefoot until it's too cold to do that. Might be able to enjoy it another couple weeks before it's time to break out slippers to walk around in." She smiled, then nodded. "Yes. I should finish up so Natasha can take her shift. I have the rest of this side to walk. It was nice to meet you."
Joseph W Waters: Smiling, Joey nodded. "It was nice meeting you as well." He stepped back and headed off down the hall, that two fingered point given his eyes and then turning it toward the kid as he passed him, and then he was headed down the stairs back to the first floor and out to wander the grounds and get a feel for the place.
