Assistants' Lounge, Monday

[demonbelthazor]

Bel opened up the lounge after Sociology of Violence, his second period class, determined not to wallow in humiliation any longer. So what if he'd failed again? So what if he was the laughing stock of the school? Let them laugh. Next time he'd get it right, and then he'd be laughing as Angelus took his revenge on those who had ensouled him.

Seemingly unconcerned about anything, he sprawled on the couch, reading a book, "Weapons of the Zen Masters."

Comments

Re: Lunch

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm TA for Dr. Grissom's Sociology of the Paranormal," Bel said. He paused. "Thank me? For what?"


[OOC: No problem!]

Re: Lunch

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"TA for a class on the Paranormal?" She smiled, "I suppose that makes a certain sort of sense. As for the thanks, you were one of the first people who told me about the alien students here. Including the fact that one of them was grey. Knowing that kept me from gawking like an idiot when I finally met her."

Re: Lunch

[demonbelthazor]

Bel grinned. "No problem. It's kinda weird how there's so many aliens and demons and witches and mutants around here, and then there's normal kids like you. Who would've thought we'd all end up in school together?"

Re: Lunch

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, normal kids like me as a minority. Go figure." Isabel might have shifted a bit at that, but then again, it could have been because her foot was falling asleep from being tucked under her on the couch.

"They certainly don't point that out in the brochure. I guess they're afraid of scaring prospective students off."

Re: Lunch

[demonbelthazor]

"Dear parents, you will be sending your precious boy or girl to a school populated by werewolves, vampires, and other assorted creatures of the night," Bel joked. "Yeah, I can see that going over well."


[OOC: I love my pretty angsty demon. ;) ]

Re: Lunch

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I've been avoiding calling home so far. I've just been sending short emails," she said. "Arrived fine, roommates nice, classes are going well. I can't imagine explaining the details. You know things like, somehow I skipped a few months in time, my roommate's a guy, my lit class is taught by Geoffrey Chaucer."

Re: Lunch

[demonbelthazor]

"Half the school thinks they're the Brady Bunch, zombie invasions, students turning into dogs...yeah, best to leave that kind of stuff out," Bel chuckled.


[It's because of The Pretty. It lets him get away with a lot. ;) ]

Re: Lunch

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"The teachers get turned into teenagers... Did you hear that on the radio Saturday night or where you too busy with your accident and its aftermath?" she asked. "Prof Cregg has been turned into a teenager. I'm sure class tomorrow will be interesting."

Re: Lunch

[demonbelthazor]

"A teenager?" Bel blinked. "Uh, yeah, that's going to make tomorrow interesting. She's probably getting a kick out of it though, knowing CJ."

Re: Lunch

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel thought about what she'd heard on the radio, getting a kick out of it was putting it mildly. "I'm sure she is," she agreed.

Her salad finished, Isabel stood and started towards the door. "I'd better get to class. It's been interesting talking to you, Belthazor. I guess I'll see you around."

Re: Lunch

[demonbelthazor]

"Nice talking to you, too," Bel said. "See you later."

[Night!]