One Week [Thomas~!]

[Jackeroe Connick]

There was something intrinsically wrong with the sight of a thirty year old man riding a rip stick down a hallway, but then one had to realize that the man was not even close to normal on the sliding scale of insanity.

An insane giggle escaped Jackeroe as he turned the corner on his new toy, high fiving a student as he passed them. One of his nephews had introduced him to the contraption when he had visited his sister Mairead and her family- her eldest son had been practicing on his rip stick when Jacky pulled up. After the group had dinner, Jackeroe asked to see what his nephew was working on, and the teen was more than enthralled to show his Uncle his new tricks. Once he showed the older man how to work it, Jackeroe loved it so much he had picked up one of his own on his way back home. He had managed well enough in his kitchen, chasing after his cat. Now he had brought it to school, partially to show off to his students and partially to impress Clarisse.

With another chuckle he turned a second corner, humming as he waved hello to another trainer, who gave him a strange look in passing. Which one was that? He was the newer English guy, John something. He’d have to look him up later. He really needed to start getting to know the people around him. He spent so much time with his students that he was starting to neglect his coworkers. Maintaining healthy relationships was important in the workplace... Or something. He really should’ve paid more attention at that ‘synergy’ seminar rather than messing with his Chinese finger trap and having thought chess Sean. (He lost, as usual. He’d have to try again some other time- when was that Sex-ed seminar?)

Blaming his surge of hyperactivity on his power’s side effects, Jackeroe headed straight down the hall so he could hit up the staff lounge before realizing that his rip stick probably would not be welcome in such a small area. With a hum he turned himself around and headed back toward his office, humming some ridiculous song that he had stuck in his head thanks to his cell phone’s ringtone. He really needed to change that again- he’d do so now.

Neglecting to think about the dangers of moving on a pseudo-skateboard while messing with his phone, the man flipped his phone open and began to sample ringtones. “Something catchy, something catchy- oooh. This one- no wait, that’s a song. Oh well.” Venture abandoned, Jackeroe opted instead to play loud, obnoxious music as he zipped around. One would think he’d have something more important to do, but his training sessions had ended early for the day due to one of his students falling ill.

[Thomas Lajoie]

Thomas certainly didn't need powers to explain his hyperactivity. The boy was just mad.

In fact, today, his lack of focus lead to a relatively peculiar activity. He had been in his new apartment with Sloane for a while now, and had never really thanked for for being a pretty awesome roommate. Sure, she was a bit of a spazzy witch, but she did stand up for him when they thought Sett was a creeper, so that deserved something. Having been with girls all his life, between ballet class and his school friends, one of the most valuable lessons he had learned was how to make a friendship physically manifest. There was, of course, only one way to do this. Friendship bracelets.

Thomas had finished with a training session, and had kicked off his shoes midway through the door to the hallway to begin, as he felt the need to do SOMETHING useful while crafting the bracelet. This way, he could monitor the halls while he braided the several colourful strings of thread he had brought with him. He sat outside his training room, and tied all five of them to his big toe, which had now been removed from his shoe and sock. With the dangling pieces, he began to knot and weave them to begin what would be a "best roomie" bracelet for Sloane.

This was interrupted, however, when a man zoomed by on what looked to be a skateboard. Thomas' shot up immediately, and braced to chase him down, when he heard familiar song playing from the man's phone, and noticed that the individual on the two-wheeled board was himself familiar. A staff member, he thought. Before he could contain his awe, or be in check with his professional self, Thomas called after the man quite loudly.

"THAT'S SO COOL." he shouted, standing with one show off and half a bracelet tied to his big toe.