Office Post #1 - June 1st - 7tth 2008

[torment_parade]

You kids DO know my office is open, right?

Sorry I can't afford any candy at present..... that is all

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[kissyouforthat]

Date:June 1, 2008
Door open or closed?:Closed

Katt stood in front of Leon's office for quite some time, pondering whether or not it was a good idea to go in.

Unknowingly, she had been charged by Leon with the task of ending Falco Lombardi's life, but despite her rage something inside her prevented the teenage catgirl from making a move as promised.

She wanted to kill him. She really did. But before she could do so, she had to confront the man who had unintentionally spilled the beans about his affair with the boy she loved. She had already heard his fake niece describe Lombardi's actions, which filled her with a rage she'd never felt before, but in hindsight something seemed...off. She couldn't put her finger on it, but perhaps some reassurance from Leon himself would confirm her actions one way or another.

She exhaled slowly, as if attempting to release the butterflies in her stomach, and walked into his office, closing the door behind her. "H-hi."

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The chameleon was fidgeting with a pile of class papers when he heard the door close shut- he jumped in his seat and looked up at his familiar visitor.

"C-Chamille's not here," his eyes lowered back to the paperwork on his desk. "I'll send her any message you have for her."

Lombardi was obviously still alive or there would have been school-wide commotion of it. Besides, he was able to peg Katt for being the type to not actually slay anyone with a scalpel. She's a really sweet, yet sassy girl who's shown an obsessive interest in the bird. Spending two nights with her this school year under an alter ego has shown him that.

Obviously with the intentions that Katt currently has for being in this office, she didn't leave.

He reached for a small jar in his desk drawer and popped two lithium pellets in his mouth. "Is there something else you want?"

[kissyouforthat]

"..."

The silence that followed the lizard's question was...pretty intense. For Katt anyway. She didn't really know how to start this conversation. Unlike "Chamille", Leon had always seemed...unapproachable to her.

She couldn't just start the conversation with 'Yeah your niece told me to kill the bird - that alright with you?' But she felt it was a waste of time to talk around the subject at hand.

She stopped leaning against the door and sat down in the chair opposite Leon, sweating bullets. "I've been hanging out with Chamille...and um...she told me some...stuff." She scratched her head, recalling the other alleged affairs that 'Chamille' had mentioned. If those affairs had pissed Leon off as much as they pissed her off...

"Are...are you okay?"

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!!!

Crap! She's going to talk about that night! It was a nice night, though! at the park.

He was getting nervous now at blowing his cover. He should probably just tell her the truth, especially since he didn't even know why he's persistant with the "Chamille" escapades when around this girl.

Then he was also curious of how she would react if he told her anything about that night with Lombardi. She still has the scalpel probably... after all... but she still doesn't look like the type to kill somebody with it.

Also, she's probably an ameteur with the knife so he couldn't take the moment to fantasize personal torture inflicted upon his body like he sometimes would... and it would also be wierd coming from her!

And of course, there's the wonder of how he himself would react to bringing the story back up. Will it fill him with violent rage or make him the sissy that cried to Panther a while back?

He nodded in response to her question, pill jar still in his hand.

[painting_beagle]

Date: June 1, 2008
Door open or closed?: Closed

Smeargle quietly tottered up to Leon's office door. She fished out of her sketch book a piece of paper with all of the teachers and faculty's names and looked through it quietly. "So, this is Mister Powakski's office? Seems..Normal enough.." The Painting Pokemon had a few questions for the teacher, however, her ways made her hold it off until now. Why she did this, who knows..?

However, she tucked the page back into her sketch book and sighed quietly, summoning the courage to knock on the door, she gave a few taps on it, her nerves already building up.

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"Come in! come in!"

The door was unlocked.

Leon himself was sitting on his desk watching paint dry on the wall.

[painting_beagle]

Smeargle blinked to hear the voice, then reacted to it, reaching up and opening the door. She quietly cursed her small stature before walking in and shutting it with her tail. "H-h-hello sir," she muttered, scratching the back of her head.

"M-may I speak with you?", she asked him, grinning innocently. "Y-yo-you don't h-have to, if you don't, w-we can d-do this another time."

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"As long as it's not about the Lombardi conspiracies, sure!"

His eyes were still at the wall. His legs dangled off the desk ledge and his feet kicked and swung against the table side.

What he was staring at particularly, were a few small red splotches on the white wall.

[ore_wa_soumen]

Date: 03 JUN 2008
Door open or closed?: CLOSED, PROBABLY LOCKED, EVEN.

Falco stood in front of the door, feeling queasy as he stared at the plastic nameplate glued to it. He wondered if he was even ready to face the man yet. Hell, he doubted that he'd ever be ready, honestly. But it had to be done, and he was pretty sure Powalski wasn't going to come looking for him, leaving him to take the initiative.

He placed a hand on the nameplate, running his fingers across the plastic. Maybe he could try it again tomorrow?

... No. That was just running away like a chicken, and he most certainly wasn't a chicken. He'd prove all those stupid chicken jokes wrong. This needed to be resolved.

The avian teen gulped and knocked on the door. He had learned his lesson after that first... office incident... He smacked himself in the forehead; this wasn't the time to start remembering that first sexual encounter. He had to be serious about this.

He waited for the "okay" to come inside.

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Spending practically an all-nighter grading papers and watching paint dry, as he had done for two nights now, it was now past 2am and Leon needed to be whisked away with a ride home on his bike

[ore_wa_soumen]

On instinct, Falco jumped in place, not at all expecting their first one-on-one encounter since that fateful office session to begin with them being so physically close. Again. Maybe he hadn't knocked on the door loud enough or something? After all, it was well past curfew, the professor probably hadn't been expecting anyone at his door at this hour anyway

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This was definitely an odd time for FALCO of all people to come visit him. While the teen managed to to regain as much haughtiness as possible, Leon just couldn't follow suit. While his face was sternly looking up at him, the reptillian's body was clearly trembling.

"...What do you want, Lombardi?"

On the other hand, he didn't snap at the bird like he normally would. No "Birdbrain" or chicken jokes? No urge to scream or provoke physical harm? It could be that he was tired at 2 in the morning, or that he was tired of reacting to the drama. It could also be that while he normally popped one anti-mania pill dose a day before work only if needed, he downed a dose before seeing each student in his office in the past two days.

But right now it didn't feel like they were working.

"Make it quick." he looked over his shoulder. "If it's for your stuff, your headgear's hanging on the waistbasket and the belt's at home. I'll drop it off at your room tomarrow."

He really wanted to be somewhere else right now... Anywhere but here

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JUNE 2ND
PANTHER AND SMIRNOFF PT. 2
VIA TEGAKI
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