Post by Rowan St. John on Mar 23, 2010 21:18:14 GMT -5
The sad strains of a Harmonica drifted through the air, confounding both sober and high students alike as they searched for the sourse. 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 deffinitely 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.
In any case, she certainly couldn't return to her work while stressed out about Kildal; her own reaction was way out of line as a doctor, but Blake's was even worse. The girl had intended to do her real physical harm (which she had stupidly ignored; for all her training and experience, she still let her temper get the better of her) and would have if Rowan hadn't been knocked around a few times over seas. She'd gone about it the wrong way, sure, but she really had wanted to help. If she'd known leaving the girl alone would freak her out enough to leave the infirmary, she wouldn't have left; she failed as a doctor.
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? And with Blake, of all people? As a person in a position where you couldn't play favorites, he certainly got buddy-buddy with her. She could see being concerned from a professional stand pont (she was worried about all the students that way herself, and Kildal was no exception) but the way he mothered her had the good doctor worried; if something worse happened, she would actually hate to see the affect it had on him. Bad guy be damned, he had to understand the professional distance that was required in this line of work.
The song cut off abrubtly with this thought and Rowan swore foully, her guilt from attacking Kildal even worse then before. Blake thought she was the shit because she carried a knife and could fight with it, but she wasn't the only one here with combat training. Yeah, she perused her case file; she had to in order to best treat the kids if they got seriously hurt or sick. But did they listen to her? Of course not!
"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 deffinitely 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.
In any case, she certainly couldn't return to her work while stressed out about Kildal; her own reaction was way out of line as a doctor, but Blake's was even worse. The girl had intended to do her real physical harm (which she had stupidly ignored; for all her training and experience, she still let her temper get the better of her) and would have if Rowan hadn't been knocked around a few times over seas. She'd gone about it the wrong way, sure, but she really had wanted to help. If she'd known leaving the girl alone would freak her out enough to leave the infirmary, she wouldn't have left; she failed as a doctor.
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? And with Blake, of all people? As a person in a position where you couldn't play favorites, he certainly got buddy-buddy with her. She could see being concerned from a professional stand pont (she was worried about all the students that way herself, and Kildal was no exception) but the way he mothered her had the good doctor worried; if something worse happened, she would actually hate to see the affect it had on him. Bad guy be damned, he had to understand the professional distance that was required in this line of work.
The song cut off abrubtly with this thought and Rowan swore foully, her guilt from attacking Kildal even worse then before. Blake thought she was the shit because she carried a knife and could fight with it, but she wasn't the only one here with combat training. Yeah, she perused her case file; she had to in order to best treat the kids if they got seriously hurt or sick. But did they listen to her? Of course not!
"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.
