Post by Rowan St. John on Nov 27, 2010 19:00:46 GMT -5
The sad strains of a Harmonica drifted through the air, confounding both sober and high students alike as they searched for the source. Of course the crying music was faint at best, so none could hope to find the player if they'd wanted; she made sure of that when she picked the roof. Few knew of Rowan's talents with the little bit of reed and aluminum, and most of those few didn't even live at the school. She preferred to keep it that way.
However these things have a way of getting out, and while the spot she'd chosen to play was safe from most students (ie, the ones who didn't know how to pick locks) it definitely wasn't from the teachers. While she didn't like to be hurried while playing, she would have to get it out of her system fast before one of them figured out where the music was coming from. She wasn't technically a teacher, so therefore shouldn't be there regardless of her standing within the school.
In any case, she certainly couldn't return to her work while stressed out about Adonis and some of the other red-flagged kids; things had been getting steadily worse since the beginning of October and the infirmary had been swamped with injured student after injured student (well, those who were smart enough to come to her anyway). She wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping, and the stress of an annual date was weighing heavily on her mind among other things. Sooner or later she would break, and there would be no one around to help her.
High pitched whines filled the air as she went higher in the song until it would have pierced the eardrums of lesser beings; she'd been playing so long, she didn't notice any more.
Ko hadn't made things any better, though; why was it she was always the bad guy when he decided to play nice with a student? The whole thing with Askestill pissed her off. At this point the fact that he had a medical license wasn't the worst part of the situation; he had taken care of the kid in her place just because the brat didn't trust her skills enough and he had listened to him like the little suck-up he was. She really didn't know what was worse: that everyone seemed to love Ko and went to him for things that were clearly not in his job description or that she was the ostracized freak in high school once again.
The song cut off abruptly with this thought and Rowan swore foully, her anger at Ko and, indirectly, Ask making her too irritable to play a proper blues song. She knew it was childish the way she was blaming them for what had been happening since she had started working there, but one could hardly blame her. None of the kids wanted to be treated by her unless they could get off and hardly any of the other staff spoke with her because of her 'disagreeable nature'. It wasn't completely her fault that she didn't mesh well with 'normal' people--her upbringing had just been a little...okay, a lot different than most people's. When you're basically a mother from the age of eight on wards, it's hard not to be surly with irresponsible adults.
Then again, she was just surly to beging with and maybe that's why people didn't like her...either way, she was losing sleep and she was POed.
"Fucking A, no one ever listens to me," she grouched at no one. "I'm only a fucking doctor, who am I to tell them what's best for their health?" She was seriously considering giving up and letting them all die.
However these things have a way of getting out, and while the spot she'd chosen to play was safe from most students (ie, the ones who didn't know how to pick locks) it definitely wasn't from the teachers. While she didn't like to be hurried while playing, she would have to get it out of her system fast before one of them figured out where the music was coming from. She wasn't technically a teacher, so therefore shouldn't be there regardless of her standing within the school.
In any case, she certainly couldn't return to her work while stressed out about Adonis and some of the other red-flagged kids; things had been getting steadily worse since the beginning of October and the infirmary had been swamped with injured student after injured student (well, those who were smart enough to come to her anyway). She wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping, and the stress of an annual date was weighing heavily on her mind among other things. Sooner or later she would break, and there would be no one around to help her.
High pitched whines filled the air as she went higher in the song until it would have pierced the eardrums of lesser beings; she'd been playing so long, she didn't notice any more.
Ko hadn't made things any better, though; why was it she was always the bad guy when he decided to play nice with a student? The whole thing with Askestill pissed her off. At this point the fact that he had a medical license wasn't the worst part of the situation; he had taken care of the kid in her place just because the brat didn't trust her skills enough and he had listened to him like the little suck-up he was. She really didn't know what was worse: that everyone seemed to love Ko and went to him for things that were clearly not in his job description or that she was the ostracized freak in high school once again.
The song cut off abruptly with this thought and Rowan swore foully, her anger at Ko and, indirectly, Ask making her too irritable to play a proper blues song. She knew it was childish the way she was blaming them for what had been happening since she had started working there, but one could hardly blame her. None of the kids wanted to be treated by her unless they could get off and hardly any of the other staff spoke with her because of her 'disagreeable nature'. It wasn't completely her fault that she didn't mesh well with 'normal' people--her upbringing had just been a little...okay, a lot different than most people's. When you're basically a mother from the age of eight on wards, it's hard not to be surly with irresponsible adults.
Then again, she was just surly to beging with and maybe that's why people didn't like her...either way, she was losing sleep and she was POed.
"Fucking A, no one ever listens to me," she grouched at no one. "I'm only a fucking doctor, who am I to tell them what's best for their health?" She was seriously considering giving up and letting them all die.
