[ keith's eyes snap back to their former teacher when she defends griffin's apparent blamelessness. this time, his focus stays on the woman like he's seeing her for the first time. keith had been all too happy to forget all about mrs. robinson when he'd left that dreary school for good, but he must have done a proper job of forgetting because he can't help thinking that she looks... smaller somehow. older, too, and much less like some towering figure who rained detentions down upon him.
no -- of course, that's all just a trick of perception. in reality, keith's the one who outgrew his short kid stature and has seen creatures and entities far more intimidating than an underpaid middle aged school teacher.
but while keith is caught staring, griffin is prattling on about ghosts and graves and ... and keith is too blindsided by an immediate surge in irritation that griffin doesn't know that some of their fellow inmates are actually people who've died in their realities for the iimplication to infiltrate. ]
Griffin, you sound like a discount spirit medium. She could be a new prisoner.
[ which... is kind of disturbing on multiple levels actually?? keith makes a face, trying to look for any sign of an anklet. but then again, if she's a new prisoner, why isn't she in that horrible orange uniform? should he even be questioning that or is it simply a blessing that he doesn't have to look at his old teacher in booty shorts? ]
I'm exactly where I ought to be, James. Right here, teaching my class. I'm not due to retire for many more years yet. You'll help me find my students won't you? I'm... afraid. For their safety. There was a terrible explosion outside....
[ she takes several steps forward, hands outstretched to take james by the arm. if he allows contact, he'll find her hands are cold and stiff. ]
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no -- of course, that's all just a trick of perception. in reality, keith's the one who outgrew his short kid stature and has seen creatures and entities far more intimidating than an underpaid middle aged school teacher.
but while keith is caught staring, griffin is prattling on about ghosts and graves and ... and keith is too blindsided by an immediate surge in irritation that griffin doesn't know that some of their fellow inmates are actually people who've died in their realities for the iimplication to infiltrate. ]
Griffin, you sound like a discount spirit medium. She could be a new prisoner.
[ which... is kind of disturbing on multiple levels actually?? keith makes a face, trying to look for any sign of an anklet. but then again, if she's a new prisoner, why isn't she in that horrible orange uniform? should he even be questioning that or is it simply a blessing that he doesn't have to look at his old teacher in booty shorts? ]
I'm exactly where I ought to be, James. Right here, teaching my class. I'm not due to retire for many more years yet. You'll help me find my students won't you? I'm... afraid. For their safety. There was a terrible explosion outside....
[ she takes several steps forward, hands outstretched to take james by the arm. if he allows contact, he'll find her hands are cold and stiff. ]