Post by lux on Jan 16, 2011 18:51:47 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Raphaël couldn't stand, it was people who couldn't even control their own powers.
People who couldn't control their own powers were a hindrance to society as a whole. Nevermind the fact that the purpose of the school was to help people train and get used to their own powers, but there were just those still around who had no control. Raphaël firmly believed that those people should be thrown into a room where their powers would be null and void until they were either too old to use them or just old enough to get some sense.
It was just possible though that his current angered musings were because he was stuck holding a bunched up amount of tissues to his nose, sitting and waiting to see a nurse, his posture currently horrid as he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.
Someone had lost control of their powers--as if they had any control over them in the first place--and had turned a load of innocent items in the room into sudden dangerous flying projectiles. Raphaël had been the unfortunate victim of a student's brought in lunch-box-turned-projectile, leaving the Luxembourgish man rather steaming after he realized there was blood this close to getting on his brand name sweater.
The nurse stayed awful busy with a school full of kids who had no idea what they were doing, and she would probably be busy for a while. It wasn't like his injury was life threatening or anything, so he was so far stuck just sitting and waiting.
At least it spiced up his day a bit, something different, out of the same schedule... But there wasn't even anyone around to converse with. He pulled the napkins away, tilting his head back down just slightly, and he was rather disappointed when he realized there was still fresh red blood on the previously stark white napkin. With a rather disgruntled sigh, he replaced it back under his nose and leaned back again, waiting with a rather angered air about him.
People who couldn't control their own powers were a hindrance to society as a whole. Nevermind the fact that the purpose of the school was to help people train and get used to their own powers, but there were just those still around who had no control. Raphaël firmly believed that those people should be thrown into a room where their powers would be null and void until they were either too old to use them or just old enough to get some sense.
It was just possible though that his current angered musings were because he was stuck holding a bunched up amount of tissues to his nose, sitting and waiting to see a nurse, his posture currently horrid as he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.
Someone had lost control of their powers--as if they had any control over them in the first place--and had turned a load of innocent items in the room into sudden dangerous flying projectiles. Raphaël had been the unfortunate victim of a student's brought in lunch-box-turned-projectile, leaving the Luxembourgish man rather steaming after he realized there was blood this close to getting on his brand name sweater.
The nurse stayed awful busy with a school full of kids who had no idea what they were doing, and she would probably be busy for a while. It wasn't like his injury was life threatening or anything, so he was so far stuck just sitting and waiting.
At least it spiced up his day a bit, something different, out of the same schedule... But there wasn't even anyone around to converse with. He pulled the napkins away, tilting his head back down just slightly, and he was rather disappointed when he realized there was still fresh red blood on the previously stark white napkin. With a rather disgruntled sigh, he replaced it back under his nose and leaned back again, waiting with a rather angered air about him.