Totally Working {open}

[Tim Lyne]

Tim leaned against a chair, his feet propped up on a table. His hands were folded behind his head, cupping it delicately. Rarely would he be seen in the school itself, unless he was being called in to receive orders or had gotten lost or something. Right now, he was clearly doing very important work, work that could not be interrupted under any circumstances. Work so crucial to the survival of Hammel that it was a wonder they would leave it in the hands of one man. But that one man happened to be Tim Lyne, so they knew all would be well.

Yeah, he was snoring loudly while lounging in a chair in the staff lounge.

At least he looked like he should be there. His clothing said "official," from the suit jacket and classy shirt to the bottom of the shined shoes. He was definitely old enough to be there too, obviously older than most of the students.

That didn't change the fact that he was clearly not doing any work, but instead taking up room and nearly snoring. He reached up in his sleep and wiped at his face, but seemed dead to the world. Maybe the bottle of pills on the table had something to do with it. Or maybe he was just enjoying some well deserved rest.

Then again, he was probably just slacking off and trying to hide in the staff lounge, figuring it was more or less in plain sight, so he should be good.

[Ella Tate]

Ella was, as always, deep in her music trance. Having just had a really quick quickie with Ella in the bathroom [how so classy, ladies], the dark-haired recruiter had a spring in her step in addition to the song in her heart.

Or her iPod anyway.

"For whatever the reason you’re out of my league
Pursuing only leads to fatigue
So I will take my leave and my heart from my sleeve
And I’ll see you whenever I see you again"

She hummed the last of the chorus to the song and passed the staff lounge to see Tim Lyne doing what he did best. A quick devilish smirk crossed her lips before she canceled out his power, inadvertently alerting him to her presence but if the look on his face was any indication, it wouldn't be much of a problem to sneak up on the sleeping man.

She removed her earphones and slipped the device into her pants pocket, tiptoeing into the room as best she could with her slightly heeled boots.

Paperwork? Office? What were those? Playing with her sort of only best friend from Hammel was just much more interesting. Sliding the clip that held her hair in place off, she slowly dragged it across the other recruiter's neck, standing back to see the domino effect just one tiny action could cause.

[OOC: I could have done better but...heh sorreh ^^;;]

[Tim Lyne]

Normally Tim's babe senses would alert him to the incoming hot chick. Or, you know, the whole buzzing sensation that would increase. Except normally, he wasn't attempting to nap in the staff lounge.

"Not now, honey, we're sleeping," he muttered, reaching up to swat at the clip as it crossed over his neck. Unlikely that one pass would be enough though, and when it returned, it would be greeted by a much, much more alert Tim. Meaning a conscious Tim.

"Whazzat?" he managed, flailing. The chair he was leaning on shot out from under him, sending him crashing down to the floor, nearly spinning over. Years of landing and crashing on furniture came into play though, and Tim managed to somehow twist his body to prevent too serious of harm. Still, he wound up on the ground, slightly dazed.

Needless to say, he was awake.

"I was totally working," he muttered, blinking away sleep and trying to look around the room. A vaguely female form started to take shape, one that looked slightly familiar. "You can't prove anything that I-- Ella?"

He had to blink, trying to clear the sleep from his vision. It certainly looked like Ella, but this was the land of shape-shifters and illusions.

"Are you an illusion of my super hot friend, a daydream, or am I just, that, lucky?" he asked, slitting his eyes slightly and looking at Ella with a slightly suspicious glance.

[Ella Tate]

Ella leaned against the table Tim's legs had occupied earlier and tilted her head slightly to the side just as Tim tipped over. He was still trying to defend himself as he got up off the floor to Ella's amusement.

His attempts at being suave were snorted at before she reached a hand out to him to help him up. "I'll let slide that slightly inappropriate remark. You know that's harassment in some states, right?" She wasn't being serious, though that was plain to see. She went over to the vending machine and bent over slightly to squint through the glass at what was available.

"Hot Shots?" She asked over her shoulder as she dropped some coins into the machine, punching in her selection then taking it out as the spiral dropped the candy down the chute. "Slacking off again, Timbo? I'm so disappointed in you." She shook her head in disappointment though a little grin was evident on her lips.

[Tim Lyne]

"Please, that wasn't inappropriate," insisted Tim. He was more or less on his feet now, thanks in no small part to his friend. Let him get a better sense of balance and all that good stuff. "Inappropriate is when I start asking when you're going to let me in on those little quickies of yours, Miss 'I totally don't have sex hair.'"

He stretched before heading over to the vending machine. it had been, oh, an easy half an hour or so since he'd last imbibed anything with actual caffeine content, let alone sugar. Both sounded quite appealing at the moment. He muttered his own selection, half-agreeing with what Ella had already decided. Who didn't want a candy called Hot Shots? Then again, he was also more than willing to accept that as a nickname. Not exactly all together, given the just getting up factor and all.

"I'm so not slacking off. I'm laying in wait for my, uh, assignment or something," Tim paused. That didn't even seem very acceptable to him, and he was generally willing to go with whatever excuse he could get. He shifted, adjusting his clothes and letting his brain run free. His eyes might have done their share of the roaming too, as Ella was always a fun sight to behold.

"Like you're one to talk about slacking off," muttered Tim. He yawned and stretched again. "What's say you and me blow this joint and find a nice closet somewhere? I'm sure there's more of you for me to learn yet."

[Ella Tate]

Having gotten caught, by Tim no less, Ella flipped her hair nonchalantly, toussling it for further dramatics. She even threw in a pout before rolling her eyes at her colleague. "And the answer to that is never in a million years. Chloe doesn't share." Ella shrugged, popping in the red candy into her mouth and sucked on it lightly.

His denial of slacking off was met with an incredulous bark of laughter. "Dr. Campbell doesn't give assignments in the staff lounge, does he? Or did I miss the last meeting?" Ella raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow with a light smirk.

Patting the other recruiter on the head as he yawned, Ella shook her head before gathering up her thick hair and clipping it up high on her head. "I am so very not interested in finding a nice closet with you other than to shove you in there and throw away the key." Ella smiled at him sweetly before popping in another of the candy. "Tim, seriously. Tone down the sleaze. Kids are walking by. Such a bad example." Ella smacked the man up the side of his head.

[Tim Lyne]

Tim chuckled. He wasn't exactly keen on purposefully breaking up relationships, so he wasn't quite ready to start prying. Note: purposefully. If he happened to be the cause of a little indiscretion on somebody's part, well, goodie for him. However, right now, he was smiling and enjoying some candy and pretending his thoughts were slightly less dark.

"You totally did," said Tim. "It was awesome. There was cake."

Time to start eating the candy. As soon as he figured out how to operate the wrapper. Why did they make these things so damn hard to open? Weren't they supposed to be handed out to children? Maybe if he bit it a little.

Bop on the head and an admonishing word. Like Tim hadn't expected either. Still, not exactly pleasant, given the candy wrapper between Tim's teeth at the time. He coughed a few times, before flashing another of his patented smiles at his friend.

"Please, you know I'm tame compared to most of them. Heck, I used to say worse when I was one of them. 'sides," he tugged at the candy again, "they've got excellent role models to look up to. Ain't that what Neville and all them are for?"

Grumbling, he returned to attacking the candy with his teeth, though he still managed to (somehow) talk around it. "Waf's you an' Claire manning fif weekend?" candy wrapper out of mouth. "Because I'm thinking wild party. Alcohol. Dancing. Possibly some sexy times. Definitely not going on assignment. That sort of thing."

In other words: a normal weekend for Tim.

[Ella Tate]

"The cake is a lie." Ella replied lazily, stretching her arms out to try and crack out all her kinks. Her body was still trying to get used to the fact that she was in a relationship with a woman who had an insatiable sexual appetite, funnily enough. She certainly fooled Ella with her demure personality.

She wasn't complaining. Oh no sir, she was not indeed. Chloe was, on so many levels, even more irresistible than even Jake was. And Ella certainly had no qualms in admitting that Jake was everything she had wanted then. Needed even. But Chloe came with a not so needed actual full blown relationship and frankly, Ella was starting to get a little suffocated.

Hanging with Tim at any interval was something she needed right now. Just to blow off steam. Even if that meant enduring lameass jokes and attempts at swaying her to sleep with him. If she wasn't with Chloe, Ella would have jumped on that in a heartbeat.

"So what you're saying is that you store some sense of balance to this school by being this Johnny Bravo wannabe cool teacher type?" She asked with a grin. Silly manchild, she thought to herself. His struggle with the candy wrapper was laughable and Ella took pity on him so she freed one candy from its wrapper and presented it to Tim. "I don't think Chloe is up for...wild parties. You know how she is." Ella shrugged with a little smile, thinking of her girlfriend.

"And you damn well know I'm no longer your wingman so sexy times is just not possible for you. Besides. You're too damn ugly for any girl to be interested in you." She laughed, petting her colleague on his almost bald head.

[Tim Lyne]

Tim chuckled, but didn't argue the cake. It was, after all, a complete lie. At least they didn't have to go through a harrowing set of tests for it.

However, he did have to respond to being called "Johnny Bravo." "Heeeeeey, I think of myself as more of the Fonz, you dig? I actually get girls from time to time," true, he couldn't recall the last time he'd actually succeeded, but that was a detail that Ella didn't need to be privy too, savvy? "Besides, my dance moves totally kick ass."

At least they should both be able to agree to that. If it was one thing that Tim had worked hard to actually be able to do competently, it was party, which, naturally, included dancing and making a complete idiot of himself in front of people. Self-abasement was the best type of humor, supposedly it showed a lot of confidence. At least, that was what Tim kept telling everyone.

No partying. Tim snorted. He knew his chances of landing that were slim on none, and he wasn't entirely certain he'd agree should it actually get there. He happened to like Ella, and he tried not to screw over the people he liked. Something told him that getting between Ella and Chloe landed firmly in that.

Again: not something he was sharing.

"Pfft, you've been blinded by boobies too long. Just because they're magic and produce the nectar of life doesn't mean you have to go all gaga. Trust me, you'll want the sausage eventually. Also," Tim held up a finger, "that is so not true. You're still my wingwoman and you friggin' know it."

Back to the candy wrapper, which went back between his teeth. For, you know, a few seconds. Till candy exploded everywhere.

"Ffft."

[Ella Tate]

"Um yeah, the Fonz is actually cool while you're...not. For lack of a better argument." Ella shrugged as she walked over to the couch where she flopped on to it, kicking her feet up one arm of the couch while sucking on her candy. At the mention of his dance moves, Ella grinned and shrugged. "Maybe." She allowed with a chuckle.

At gunpoint, she would say his moves were pretty slick. He definitely had the body, she wouldn't deny that. She couldn't, even if she wanted to. Ella was appreciative of good looks and frankly, though she would never admit it out loud, she thought Tim was very good-looking.

She almost kicked her shoe off in Tim's direction when he snorted at her comment but she restrained herself and laughed humorlessly. "Hey, I'm not going gaga over boobs. I love all equally." She commented dryly. "Psh whatever. Just don't blame me the next time a girl dumps her fifteen dollar girlie drink on you." She looked up just in time to see Tim flailing with his candy. "You are. A spaz."

[Tim Lyne]

"Pfft, you know I'm cool. I hang out with all the coolest people," insisted Tim. Just in case Ella didn't get the hint though, he leveled a look at her that indicated just who he was including in the coolest people section. Yes, lameness or coolness by association. And who said such things ended with High School?

Couch and talk of boobies. Tim was grinning widely, a grin that wasn't even diminished in the slightest by the candy shooting out all over the place. Almost made him wish he had Candykinesis ability. Odd that he hadn't run into anyone with that, come to think of it.

"Please, that only happened like six times," insisted Tim. He made his way over to the couch, moving aside Ella's feet just enough so that he could plunk down next to her. He then began nibbling on the few candies left in the bag. To his credit, he kept his eye on the door instead of blatantly checking Ella out. He had seen most of that already, after all. Really though, it came down to not having his ability. while lacking the buzzing and the headache was nice, it did leave Tim feeling really quiet, especially given where he was.

"Also, if I'm a spaz, then you're..." said Tim, raising his eyebrows and giving Ella another significant look. Because he could, he started tossing the candy into the air and catching it with his mouth.

Ladies and gentlemen: the dedicated staff at Hammel Institute.

[Ella Tate]

Ella popped the collar to her tucked in button down shirt with a grin when Tim turned to give her a meaningful gaze. Yeah, more lameness to endure. She really didn't mind. It's not like she was any better in that department. She may dress like an adult, have an adult-like job with adult responsibilities but she was still very juvenile.

Nobody needed to know that though. Especially not Tim. Nope.

"You lie. Ten times. Remember the girl with the pink ponytail? And the girl witht he cowlick? Not to mention that chick who turned out to be a dude? And you can't forget armpit girl. How can you forget armpit girl?" She raised her feet as Tim sat down on the couch beside her before dropping them once more on his lap, crossing them by her ankles.

Amidst the relaxing, Ella had forgotten her powers were active. She would have to forgive Tim later for the emptiness, should he ever tell her that is. The apparently significant look Tim gave her made Ella roll her eyes. "I don't even wanna know what you think of me, you little perv." She raised her upper body so she could pat Tim on the head once more. He really was pettable.

"Oh God I have paperwork. I do not want to do." She shook her head and buried her face in the couch, hoping Dylan sanitised it at least. The guy could be SO forgetful about these things.

[Tim Lyne]

"Pink ponytail was hot, and I totally tapped that a week later. Dude looked like a lady. And we swore never to speak of armpit girl again," insisted Tim, ticking off each discretion on a finger as he went. He ended by giving Ella another significant look, one that promised the revealing of many secrets. At least Tim didn't go for both sides, or wind up with the bird tweeting teacher (though he would admit that Chloe was all kinds of hot).

Speaking of hot and thinking of Ella. Tim's imagination was bound to wander down some very particular alleys, and were he alone, or not embroiled in what he was calling an engaging conversation, he totally would have wandered all the way down that path. And the side trails. Lots of side trails. With shrubbery.

Paperwork, and a thump. Tim looked over Ella, again enjoying views he really shouldn't be. "We actually have paperwork? Huh, that explain a lot. Wonder where all mine went."

Not that Tim particularly cared. Well, he did care about whether or not his superiors ever got to him about it. Outside of that though, out of sight, out of mind, yes? So why worry? Tim simply leaned back, tossing another candy into the air.

And missing his mouth.
It landed on Ella, particularly in an area that Tim would love to touch but generally wouldn't go near without permission. Right about now, he was leaning over, casually reaching a hand toward Ella and trying desperately not to attract attention.

[Ella Tate]

As Tim listed off the girls and his thoughts on them, Ella rolled her eyes and made gagging sounds. "Ugh, Lyne you are such a sleazebag." The dark-haired recruiter said in mock-disgust.

Unaware of Tim's salacious thoughts, Ella stared off into space and wondered if she could have another few moments to herself...and Chloe. That was, until Tim spoke up again, making the female recruiter laugh sarcastically. "To the magical world of disappearing paperwork, I imagine. It does exist. Only slackers our level know where it is but it doesn't matter since we don't actually wanna know where it is."

Not her best comeback but she was just a tad too lazy to be thinking of genius right then. Ella's eyes drooped slightly as she contemplated sleep. But was rudely awakened by the sight of Tim reaching over to her. "What the fuck Lyne?" She swatted at his hand, not realising the candy had rolled down her cleavage.

[Tim Lyne]

Tim shrugged. Not like he could really argue with Ella's assessment of him. Plus, he'd been called much, much worse. Worse by the woman actually lounging on the couch, come to think of it. And then some. Besides, Tim had pretty well learned not to let any insults or anything from women actually bother him that much, assuming they didn't hit in the three areas of "don't go there."

Magical world. "I think I've visited there. It's not the one that's in the closet, right? Because trust me: not there. At all."

Tim chuckled, overly pleased by his incredibly lame joke. This required celebratory candy, complete with a joyous fondling of regions that generally resulted in, well, exactly what Tim got. He jerked his hand back, just a few beats too slow for Ella's quick moving hand. Rubbing it, he looked down at her, pouting in a manner that would make most puppies look calm.

"I had a good reason for reaching there," he insisted. "Well, two good reasons, no, wait," he paused, scrunching up his face to think, "three good reasons to reach down there. but mostly I dropped a candy in there," a beat where Tim stared at Ella's chest, then looked up at her eyes. "I swear."

Because this wouldn't be the first time Tim used that as an excuse. Actually, it probably wouldn't be the hundredth time...