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smash_logs2009-06-10 05:49 pm
raced_god) wrote in smash_logs2009-06-10 05:49 pm
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Who: Falcon, Black Shadow
What: I dunno some kind of dramatic reveal and subsequent shit-flipping.
When: Thursday, June 11th, evening.
Where: Black Shadow's Classroom/OfficeI am not actually sure what he has.
Rating: Let's give it a high PG-13 for fighting and cursing.
Falcon had to admit he'd never been on the parent side of a parent-teacher conference before. Then again, he hadn't actually been a parent until now. But he'd been on the teacher side enough to know how these things went. So why was he so uncomfortable?
Maybe it was the fact that this demolitions teacher genuinely creeped him out. At first, Falcon had written him off as "weird fan", one of many that he'd unfortunately accumulated over the years. But this guy. This guy was different. Falcon wasn't sure why, but Mr. Dolack gave him a huge case of the heebie-jeebies. It was for that reason that he'd taken to observing the class--if only to make sure Ionia was safe.
Creepy, yes. A threat? Probably not.
So when the demolitions teacher had told Falcon that he was concerned about Ionia's performance, well, it was his responsibility as a parent to go see what all that was about. It...didn't make sense to him. Maybe it was because Dolack was new and didn't really understand her little invincibility complex. That had to be it. The Captain was sure some discussion could clear it right up and then he could get the hell out of that creepy guy's office. As reluctant as he felt, maybe there actually was a problem. And then what kind of father would he be if he ignored it?
He reached the door and knocked.
What: I dunno some kind of dramatic reveal and subsequent shit-flipping.
When: Thursday, June 11th, evening.
Where: Black Shadow's Classroom/Office
Rating: Let's give it a high PG-13 for fighting and cursing.
Falcon had to admit he'd never been on the parent side of a parent-teacher conference before. Then again, he hadn't actually been a parent until now. But he'd been on the teacher side enough to know how these things went. So why was he so uncomfortable?
Maybe it was the fact that this demolitions teacher genuinely creeped him out. At first, Falcon had written him off as "weird fan", one of many that he'd unfortunately accumulated over the years. But this guy. This guy was different. Falcon wasn't sure why, but Mr. Dolack gave him a huge case of the heebie-jeebies. It was for that reason that he'd taken to observing the class--if only to make sure Ionia was safe.
Creepy, yes. A threat? Probably not.
So when the demolitions teacher had told Falcon that he was concerned about Ionia's performance, well, it was his responsibility as a parent to go see what all that was about. It...didn't make sense to him. Maybe it was because Dolack was new and didn't really understand her little invincibility complex. That had to be it. The Captain was sure some discussion could clear it right up and then he could get the hell out of that creepy guy's office. As reluctant as he felt, maybe there actually was a problem. And then what kind of father would he be if he ignored it?
He reached the door and knocked.
no subject
The plan was simple: force Falcon's hand. Make him turn on the light. And get him in the split second before he could react.
He shook his head. "Oh, Falcon. Falcon, Falcon, Falcon." His tone was condescending, like you would talk to a child who'd failed a spelling test. "You still haven't figured it out? Pity. Such a pity! I thought you were smarter then this. Honestly, I thought you would've noticed from day one! I guess I've not been trying hard enough to make an impression on you. Just to think simple anagram was all it took to disguise myself!"