Slice of Life
Dec 29, 2014 17:14:50 GMT -5
Post by Jasper Blackwater on Dec 29, 2014 17:14:50 GMT -5
OOC: thread is backdated to the last day of classes before winter break, several hours before the events of A Rip-roaring Good Time.
It was early: through the frost-framed windows, the sky was soft periwinkle tinged with orange along the skeletal treetops. Nevertheless, Jasper Blackwater, clad in a blue-and-maroon argyle sweater and worn denim, was awake and determined. He was carrying a tower of thin white cardboard boxes of varying sizes. Wherever he walked, he left the aroma of freshly baked pastry in his wake.
He didn’t find himself on this side of the school often—between classwork and club activities and a part-time job, he had little time to spare. Still, not often wasn’t the same as never. Over the years, he’d spent a fair amount of time in Dr. Neville’s office. Jasper remembered those visits fondly. He had a very long memory, and tended to hold on to the good.
The tile in the main school building gave way to a carpeted hallway, and the soles of Jasper’s sneakers dragged audibly with every step. He was a little breathless—it was a long walk—but, anyway, he was almost there.
He stopped in front of a door on the far end of the hallway. The lights were dim. Come to think of it, he hadn’t run into anyone on the way up.
He blinked. Then, he knocked on the door. Then, after a brief wait, he tried the door handle. It sank under the weight of his hand a fraction of an inch before the lock caught it.
Well, thought Jasper sheepishly, it was early.
He shifted the weight of the boxes in his arms, which seemed to have grown heavier over time. He stared at the door while he engaged himself in internal debate. Should he leave Dr. Neville’s present by the door? That didn’t seem very holiday spirit-y. He’d wanted to give them all in person. He could always come back later, but Doc was a busy man with full days. Anyway, he couldn’t wait too late. He had to get to the airport right after classes ended. He spent most of his day on the other side of the campus. Of course, it wasn’t like he couldn’t use the exercise....
The silence stretched on, and Jasper, having apparently made a decision, walked backward until his shoulders brushed the wall and slid to a sitting position.
He’d get exercise later. There’d be plenty of time.
Quickly, and with the sort of shamelessness that he only practiced when he was alone, he lifted the top of one of the boxes he’d been carrying and fished out a brownie that had been drizzled with caramel.
It was early: through the frost-framed windows, the sky was soft periwinkle tinged with orange along the skeletal treetops. Nevertheless, Jasper Blackwater, clad in a blue-and-maroon argyle sweater and worn denim, was awake and determined. He was carrying a tower of thin white cardboard boxes of varying sizes. Wherever he walked, he left the aroma of freshly baked pastry in his wake.
He didn’t find himself on this side of the school often—between classwork and club activities and a part-time job, he had little time to spare. Still, not often wasn’t the same as never. Over the years, he’d spent a fair amount of time in Dr. Neville’s office. Jasper remembered those visits fondly. He had a very long memory, and tended to hold on to the good.
The tile in the main school building gave way to a carpeted hallway, and the soles of Jasper’s sneakers dragged audibly with every step. He was a little breathless—it was a long walk—but, anyway, he was almost there.
He stopped in front of a door on the far end of the hallway. The lights were dim. Come to think of it, he hadn’t run into anyone on the way up.
He blinked. Then, he knocked on the door. Then, after a brief wait, he tried the door handle. It sank under the weight of his hand a fraction of an inch before the lock caught it.
Well, thought Jasper sheepishly, it was early.
He shifted the weight of the boxes in his arms, which seemed to have grown heavier over time. He stared at the door while he engaged himself in internal debate. Should he leave Dr. Neville’s present by the door? That didn’t seem very holiday spirit-y. He’d wanted to give them all in person. He could always come back later, but Doc was a busy man with full days. Anyway, he couldn’t wait too late. He had to get to the airport right after classes ended. He spent most of his day on the other side of the campus. Of course, it wasn’t like he couldn’t use the exercise....
The silence stretched on, and Jasper, having apparently made a decision, walked backward until his shoulders brushed the wall and slid to a sitting position.
He’d get exercise later. There’d be plenty of time.
Quickly, and with the sort of shamelessness that he only practiced when he was alone, he lifted the top of one of the boxes he’d been carrying and fished out a brownie that had been drizzled with caramel.
