| Title: Gimme the smokes. What smokes? Time: Tuesday, March 30, 2004 The Thespians: Jeriah Moriarty and Pascal Curio Location: Scattergood Grounds - Northern Pasture Notes: I am in love with Jeriah the character. When I say I mean Pascal. ;) Hahahahaha. Right. |
| +---[ Scattergood Grounds - Northern Pasture ]-------------------------------+ | | | The trees end abruptly, the last reaching appendages of their roots | | gobbled up by a veritable sea of waving green stalks. Like water this | | flood of green ripples in each breath of wind, making the grass shimmer in | | the sunlight, lapping at the trees like waves crashing to shore and | | bringing a sweet, tingling fragrance of sweetgrass mingled with wild | | chives. This pasture would be a paradise for animals let loose to graze | | and roll in its sweet bed, allowing the scent and the sensation to tingle | | across their hides. Only the weathering white picket fence bordering the | | outer edges of the region may remind the onlooker that this place is of | | man, not paradise. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| The lake has now become too much of a popular hangout for the rest of the students at Scattergood, especially now that the weather is slowly starting to take a turn for the warmer. So Pascal Curio has decided to venture elsewhere, and now has sprawled out his still unfamiliar male body upon the pastures here. The grasses are rather tall, but still the dark green robe of the young boy can be made out between the blades of grass as the winds blow through the area. The thick smell of tobacco hangs here, but no wisps of smoke are visible; he was smoking (just like Elijah) probably earlier. |
| Stealth is not a factor today, as Jeriah Moriarty moves through the grass, every sense on high alert as he scans the pasture. (sniff) "...Tobacco..." Following the scent, he spots the forest green. The big man's deep, booming voice echoes easily over the field. "Cruise!" He approaches, his steps heavy on the ground. "I heard I might find you here." |
| Elijah has always been a rather alert human, and so is Pascal, and so he quickly picks up the sound of someone sniffing the air. The word 'tobacco' out of the mouth is also heard, and rather slowly he sits up, taking a look around. As his name, or the name of his body, rather, rings into his ears, his green eyes fall upon Jeriah with a sense of unfamiliarity. He just looks at the older man, his brow furrowed slightly. Sitting up fully now, Pascal runs a hand through his hair. "Can I help you?" Not exactly said in the most civil tone, but it's not sarcastic either. More of a, 'yes, that's my name, who's asking?' |
| Jeriah Moriarty approaches within a few feet of 'Elijah', and takes a deep breath, a frown forming on the scarred face. "Okay, son... where are they?" The man's tone does /not/ welcome argument. And what about that eye? Almost solid gray, it is. |
| An eyebrow is very slowly raised, and /you/ try and not stare at the scar on Jeriah's face. Pascal finally manages to tear his eyes away from the scar and just looks Jeriah in the 'eyes'. He stands up as well, and even though Jeriah is tall, Pascal's new body isn't that much shorter. "Excuse me?" He manages to say, feigning some sort of polite civility. "Who are you, and I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about?" And for the moment, he doesn't. Even if, Pascal wouldn't answer. Who the hell is this guy and why the hell is he calling him 'son'? |
| Jeriah Moriarty frowns visibly (doesn't help the scar much). "I'm Moore's replacement, /Professor/ Moriarty." He states curtly. "and I expect you know full well what I'm talking about." He takes a very close sniff of 'Elijah's robe and raises an expectant brow. |
| The other eyebrow raises while the first one lowers, and Pascal crosses his arms in front of his chest. Talk about an /excellent/ start. "I'm still not quite sure I follow your meaning, Professor." Might as well take it as it is, eh? Fighting the urge to say rather sarcastically, 'You're going to have to spell it out for me,' Pascal merely presses his lips together, even as Jeriah leans in for a sniff. Apparently the man has no concept of personal space, but Pascal does. He takes a slight step back. "Excuse me?" |
| "The cigarettes, Cruise..." Jeriah says evenly, those mismatched eyes of his still boring in on Pascal. "You /really/ don't wanna do this the hard way, son..." That- Was that a threat? From a faculty member?? Apparently, Moriarty has no concept of civility, either. |
| That's fine. Pascal doesn't enjoy being civil either. It takes up too much time. He takes yet another step back from the professor, a glare slowly trying to force its way onto his face. Pascal manages to keep it down for the time being and he continues to stare steadily at Jeriah. "What about them?" |
| Jeriah Moriarty narrows his eyes dangerously. "Listen son... Way I see it, you have two options." He matches Pascal step for step, and even though Elijah's height is close, the big teacher mast have at least a good hundred-and-twenty pounds on him. "Option A, You hand me those cigarettes. No muss, no fuss..." He pauses, that gray eye twitching slightly. |
| Didn't this guy realize that Pascal /wasn't/ Elijah? He'd very much like to open his mouth and just set this wacko straight, but damn Aspen and her bloody spell! Pascal takes a rather deep breath, still slightly perturbed by the wide comfort zone that Jeriah has. He finally just stops stepping backwards so that if Jeriah moves forward anymore, he's just going to walk right into Elijah's body. It's a shame that Pascal still has yet to back down from a potential fight, even with a professor. What Would Elijah Do? "What's Option B, Professor?" He asks, a slight twinkle visible in his green eyes, but his face otherwise set in stone. |
| Jeriah Moriarty matches the stop and grins, almost Devilishly. "Obtion B... ...I make you." Judging from his voice, either he /wants/ Pascal to choose option B, or it's one hell of a bluff. |
| Being in another person's body usually means that you can't take unneccessary risks that will result in the physical harm of said body. Pascal definitely does not want to be stuck in Elijah's body for longer than he has to, and while he keeps his gaze steady on Jeriah's face (trying to not stare at the eye of course) he slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out... an air freshener. He looks down at it, then looks up, with an 'oops, that's not it' expression on his face. "Hmm. Excuse me. I'll have to do some searching. Will you hold this please professor?" Insert broad grin that accompanies the 'politeness'. If you want them bloody cigarettes, you're gonna have to wait. |
| Jeriah Moriarty takes the air freshener with his left hand, his right still hanging loose at his side, eyes still on the 'boy'. "Good choice, Cruise." What's with him, anyway..? You'd think he was homicidal or something. |
| The air freshener now in Jeriah's hand, Pascal continues to rifle through the pockets of his robe. A pack of cards is pulled out next, and without asking he just drops it in the direction of Jeriah's outstretched hand, a somewhat 'apologetic' expression on his face. "I know they're in here /somewhere/, professor." His wand is pulled out next, but there's no way in hell that's leaving his possession, so it goes, tucked behind his ears. |
| Jeriah Moriarty simply watches and waits. One might hear a slight clicking sound when Jeriah's right hand twitches slightly, but it could also just be an imagination. |
| Hey. No hexing. Pascal, or Elijah, as Jeriah seems to think, is legitimately searching for those cigarettes, even if he is stalling rather obviously. He hears the clicking noise, and for the moment decides to ignore it, now onto searching the robe pocket on his other side. He pulls out a small black leather book, "That's my calendar," he says as he also drops that into Jeriah's hand, and continues to search. An assortment of pencils, a lighter, and a small rock also end up in Jeriah's possession, but still, no cigarettes. |
| "Might want to hurry it up, Cruise. Quit Stalling." Again, that 'brook-no-b.s.' tone in his voice. Jeriah seems to have some issues. |
| "Oh!" Pascal looks up with a lopsided smirk on his face. "I completely forgot that they weren't even in my robe pockets at all!" He shrugs his shoulders. "Sorry about that, Professor." And with that, he reaches into the pockets of his pants and pulls out the culprit. A box of cigarettes. Too bad, there's only one left in the box, and Pascal holds that up for the Professor to snatch away. In a rather rude manner, no doubt. |
| Jeriah Moriarty takes them, as expected. "The time of you kids running this school is nearing a close, Cruise." He says, almost nose-to-nose with Elijah. "I'm not going to dock Blue... This time. But I've got my eye on you, Cruise... Do best just to remember that." With that he slaps the cards and air freshener into the kid's chest with the empty box, sticks the cigarette between his own lips, lights it, and turns to walk off. "I've always got my eyes open, Cruise..." |
| Man, would Pascal have things to tell Elijah. Firstly, 'Where do you keep your pocket money? I need to go buy more smokes.' He glares rather steely at Jeriah as the professor walks away, and lets his belongings drop to the ground. Who the hell did he think he was, being all... evil like that? Only Pascal and Elijah were allowed to do that! Only when Jeriah's form disappears does Pascal bend down to pick everything up, shoving them into his pockets rather angrily. And then he stalks off as well, towards his own dorm. He took the lighter too! Asshole! |
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