Unhealthy boredom [Martin, Open]

[Landom Jackson]

Landom was sure he had something else he was supposed to be doing. He just couldn't remember what it was. He should probably start writing stuff down, and he'd try for a little bit. Then however, he'd get tired of writing a bunch of stuff down. So after only a couple of days of that, he'd stop writing stuff down. Which lead to where he was now. Doing nothing, when he was fairly sure he had something, anything really, to do. AS of the current moment he was using his, in his opinion, pathetic skills to try and combat this boredom. How? He was tossing a baseball up in the air, then letting gravity bring it down. This activity had been going on for some time, and he was now quite comfortable, having leaned back in his chair and placed his legs on the table. He stopped for a second, let the ball roll of the table, and looked around the lounge. Everyone looked...busy, to him. Still more proof that he should be doing something. He let a small smile come on his face and continued with his ball tossing. "So bored." was all he could really say right now. It was one of those days where that statement rang true in every sense of the word. He stopped using his powers to toss the ball for a second, tried using his left hand to toss it, and it veered of course and all he could do was watch it, not thinking to use his powers to veer it back on course.

[Martin Pratt]

Days like today were a little slow. It was terribly cold outside and Martin passed the cold hours by running his rounds, instead of walking. It didn't exactly pass the time, but it kept him from shivering and starting fires with his breath so it was all good. Eventually, it came time to take a break and happy/cold Martin made a straight beeline for the staff lounge. He didn't usually drink coffee, but his toes and stomach were cold and he figured (minus starting a fire, with his breath) coffee was the best bet.

Once he had his cup, he was sitting at the couch, entertaining himself with the foam shapes in his coffee cup (It really didn't take much to entertain him). He wasn't exactly paying attention to his surroundings but when someone else that was sitting on the couch said something, Martin looked up. "Oh yeah." Martin agreed with his 'so bored' comment. He was too. He took a small drink from his coffee as he looked at the guy, he then realized he hadn't seen him before. He was at least familiar with all the teachers and staff by appearance. "New here?" He kinda hoped that was the circumstance because it spoke a bit about Martin and how good of a job he did.

[Mason McQueen]

Mason grumbled. He knew he should’ve kept that Hammel map the administration gave him when he first went in the Institute (read: when he’s still a student). Who’d ever thought that a meta-human school would be this confusing really? He knew he should’ve been nosy when he was a kid.

His right palm met his face once more as he stumbled upon a dead-end, or at least a hall which contains not the slightest bit of staff lounge aura. Sure he’s only been in Hammel a month or so, but still, being so clueless about where everything went is just beyond him. And the rather heavy paperwork he’s been carrying around the compound (why must all students submit exactly at the deadline?) only makes his ordeal that much harder.

Thank goodness he stumbled upon a student on his way to the fourth floor and (after a rather loud laugh) was ‘politely’ directed towards the staff lounge (which, conveniently, was found in the net building). He gave the kid a final pat on the shoulder, a reminder to read his Bio text book as he might give a pop quiz when the break ends, and finally braved the snow. Thank goodness he wore the trench coat Paul gave him last Christmas and paired it with gloves and a scarf, else he’d be freezing already. Winter in Vermont is a whole lot different from Seattle, that’s for sure.

He entered the lounge and was happy to see that someone had already made the coffee. “Mind if I take some?” he asked as he went to the coffee-maker and poured himself some brew. He gave the drink a sniff and found himself smiling with glee. Flopping his stuff on the table, he said, “Err, does anyone of you know where to get the milk and sugar for this one?” God, he should really spend at least one day familiarizing himself once more with the school.


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- Jam