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xp_logsLeaning on the wall of the hallway, tapping one finger against her chin in contemplation, Alison considered her options. No Jamie on the second floor. No Jamie in the kitchen. No Jamie in any of the usual Jamie spots. No Jamie in most of the unusual Jamie spots for that matter. Frowning to herself, she pushed off the wall, and walked down towards the main door, yanking it open with every intent of scouring the grounds until she found him.
Doug wandered the halls, deep in thought. Hands in his pockets and eyes on the floor, he almost didn't notice Alison in time to avoid running right into her. Blushing and smiling sheepishly, he rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. "Oh, hi, Ms. Blaire."
Turning around sharply, Alison relaxed as she realized it was the wrong voice to be Jamie - who was the one to call her that usually. "Hey, Doug," she replied, letting her hand fall to her side, nothing the still preoccupied expression on Doug's face. "You wouldn't have happened to see Jamie today, by any chance?" she asked hopefully.
Doug smiled weakly. "Well, we do kinda live in the same room and all..."
She raises an eyebrow at that, and tilts her head. "I've been looking for him for a while now... wasn't in his room last I checked." Or anywhere else. I'm almost tempted to ask the Professor to locate him for me. "Seen him recently? As in the last hour or so?" She paused for a moment, then frowned. "Are you ok?"
Doug scuffs a shoe. "In order, yes, yes, and I'm not really sure right now. Why are you looking for him?" Not that he didn't have a sneaking suspicion...
"I wanted to talk to him, see how he was doing. He's been... quiet of late." She sighed shaking her head and not mentioning his grades to another student. "It's normal all things considered, but... yeah. I'd like to talk to him." She considered her words for a moment. "Anything I can do to help you, in the meantime?"
Doug considered his own words just as carefully. "Well, I'm worried about him. He's...not himself. I tried to talk to him about some stuff, and he was snappish, and then he flat out lied to me." Doug stared off into nowhere. "And...I have a bit of a theory about something, and a sneaking suspicion."
His dupe dying for starters, maybe? A quick glance down the hallway revealed they were still alone, so she nodded for him to continue, since he seemed willing to tell her about it.
"Well, maybe I should be more specific. I have a suspicion about what might be going on with Jamie, and the theory..." Doug shook his head. "...doesn't really have anything to do with that. Something else completely."
Blinking a few time as she sorted out his words, Alison nodded once more slowly. "Okay... and what did you have in mind, then?"
Doug took a moment to assess in his mind. "Well, do you know that he's been having nightmares?"
"No," she answered shortly, adding that to her list of concerns with a feeling of resignation.
Now that the proverbial die had been cast, Doug began to talk a bit more smoothly. Ticking off on his fingers, he started listing points. "He's been having nightmares about the hurricane. I suspect he hasn't been sleeping well because of them. He tried to tell me that they've gone away, but I know he's lying about that. He's tired, cranky, and defensive." Doug blinks as something else occurs to him. "...and I just realized this, but I've only seen one of him at a time. No dupes."
"He's usually easy to find because of the dupes," with what Doug had just said, Alison realized why she'd been so puzzled at not finding Jamie before. "And he's been keeping such a low profile that there's a lot of the behavior patterns I didn't see - or rather, that I didn't see a lot of," she amended, the class time having shown enough for her to worry at least.
Doug stuffed his hands in his pockets for lack of anything else to do with them. "I'm worried about him. I mean, I have this other thing that..." He trailed off, not quite wanting to say that he had a theory about a few things that had been happening to him lately, and that it was starting to freak him out a bit.
Tilting her head and not letting that pretty clear opening slip away, Alison raised her eyebrows inquiringly at him. "This other thing that...?" she asked, letting the words trail away in a question.
Doug shrugged. "It's a me thing. And it's just a theory right now. I need to check a few things."
"Anything I can help with?" she shrugged lightly, keeping her expression open and calm.
Doug shook his head. "I...I've got it handled."
"Mmm," Alison nodded at that, not giving away any of the new worries now adding themselves to the ones she already had, while making a mental note to keep a closer eye on Doug for a while. "Well, if I can help with anything at any point, let me know, 'kay?" She smiled at him, hoping he'd not let things get out of hand before asking, and hoping she or someone else would be able to step in if things did head that way.
Doug nodded a bit shakily. "Yeah. Hopefully you'll have better luck getting him to open up. And... don't worry about me." He managed a small smile. "I'm fine." And oh, how the bullshit needle buries when it's me doing the lying... came the somewhat whimsical thought.
Oh, I worry about everything and everyone kiddo, no fears. She smiled at him and reached out to pat him on the shoulder gently. "I'll find Jamie and talk to him. Hopefully I'll manage to get through to him somehow, mmm?"
Doug nodded. "Yeah. I really hope so. 'Cuz something is eating him up. Anyways, good luck." Doug wandered off, staring off into nowhere again, hands in pockets.
"Thanks," she answered blandly, raising an eyebrow at him as he walked away, completely lost in his own world - and saying a lot more that way than he'd meant to previously. Right. You're next. Turning around she set off to find Jamie for now, hoping that the grounds would yield a better result to her search than the mansion had.
Doug wandered the halls, deep in thought. Hands in his pockets and eyes on the floor, he almost didn't notice Alison in time to avoid running right into her. Blushing and smiling sheepishly, he rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. "Oh, hi, Ms. Blaire."
Turning around sharply, Alison relaxed as she realized it was the wrong voice to be Jamie - who was the one to call her that usually. "Hey, Doug," she replied, letting her hand fall to her side, nothing the still preoccupied expression on Doug's face. "You wouldn't have happened to see Jamie today, by any chance?" she asked hopefully.
Doug smiled weakly. "Well, we do kinda live in the same room and all..."
She raises an eyebrow at that, and tilts her head. "I've been looking for him for a while now... wasn't in his room last I checked." Or anywhere else. I'm almost tempted to ask the Professor to locate him for me. "Seen him recently? As in the last hour or so?" She paused for a moment, then frowned. "Are you ok?"
Doug scuffs a shoe. "In order, yes, yes, and I'm not really sure right now. Why are you looking for him?" Not that he didn't have a sneaking suspicion...
"I wanted to talk to him, see how he was doing. He's been... quiet of late." She sighed shaking her head and not mentioning his grades to another student. "It's normal all things considered, but... yeah. I'd like to talk to him." She considered her words for a moment. "Anything I can do to help you, in the meantime?"
Doug considered his own words just as carefully. "Well, I'm worried about him. He's...not himself. I tried to talk to him about some stuff, and he was snappish, and then he flat out lied to me." Doug stared off into nowhere. "And...I have a bit of a theory about something, and a sneaking suspicion."
His dupe dying for starters, maybe? A quick glance down the hallway revealed they were still alone, so she nodded for him to continue, since he seemed willing to tell her about it.
"Well, maybe I should be more specific. I have a suspicion about what might be going on with Jamie, and the theory..." Doug shook his head. "...doesn't really have anything to do with that. Something else completely."
Blinking a few time as she sorted out his words, Alison nodded once more slowly. "Okay... and what did you have in mind, then?"
Doug took a moment to assess in his mind. "Well, do you know that he's been having nightmares?"
"No," she answered shortly, adding that to her list of concerns with a feeling of resignation.
Now that the proverbial die had been cast, Doug began to talk a bit more smoothly. Ticking off on his fingers, he started listing points. "He's been having nightmares about the hurricane. I suspect he hasn't been sleeping well because of them. He tried to tell me that they've gone away, but I know he's lying about that. He's tired, cranky, and defensive." Doug blinks as something else occurs to him. "...and I just realized this, but I've only seen one of him at a time. No dupes."
"He's usually easy to find because of the dupes," with what Doug had just said, Alison realized why she'd been so puzzled at not finding Jamie before. "And he's been keeping such a low profile that there's a lot of the behavior patterns I didn't see - or rather, that I didn't see a lot of," she amended, the class time having shown enough for her to worry at least.
Doug stuffed his hands in his pockets for lack of anything else to do with them. "I'm worried about him. I mean, I have this other thing that..." He trailed off, not quite wanting to say that he had a theory about a few things that had been happening to him lately, and that it was starting to freak him out a bit.
Tilting her head and not letting that pretty clear opening slip away, Alison raised her eyebrows inquiringly at him. "This other thing that...?" she asked, letting the words trail away in a question.
Doug shrugged. "It's a me thing. And it's just a theory right now. I need to check a few things."
"Anything I can help with?" she shrugged lightly, keeping her expression open and calm.
Doug shook his head. "I...I've got it handled."
"Mmm," Alison nodded at that, not giving away any of the new worries now adding themselves to the ones she already had, while making a mental note to keep a closer eye on Doug for a while. "Well, if I can help with anything at any point, let me know, 'kay?" She smiled at him, hoping he'd not let things get out of hand before asking, and hoping she or someone else would be able to step in if things did head that way.
Doug nodded a bit shakily. "Yeah. Hopefully you'll have better luck getting him to open up. And... don't worry about me." He managed a small smile. "I'm fine." And oh, how the bullshit needle buries when it's me doing the lying... came the somewhat whimsical thought.
Oh, I worry about everything and everyone kiddo, no fears. She smiled at him and reached out to pat him on the shoulder gently. "I'll find Jamie and talk to him. Hopefully I'll manage to get through to him somehow, mmm?"
Doug nodded. "Yeah. I really hope so. 'Cuz something is eating him up. Anyways, good luck." Doug wandered off, staring off into nowhere again, hands in pockets.
"Thanks," she answered blandly, raising an eyebrow at him as he walked away, completely lost in his own world - and saying a lot more that way than he'd meant to previously. Right. You're next. Turning around she set off to find Jamie for now, hoping that the grounds would yield a better result to her search than the mansion had.
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Date: 2003-09-28 12:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 06:58 am (UTC)*keels over*
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Date: 2003-09-28 07:14 am (UTC)...I've got a theory
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Date: 2003-09-28 07:37 am (UTC)*wanders off singing*
Must be bunnies.
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Date: 2003-09-28 11:28 am (UTC)I now have visions of Johnboy doing 'Rest in Peace'. ;)
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Date: 2003-09-28 05:47 pm (UTC)Essex could so do Sweet's Song.
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Date: 2003-09-30 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-01 12:02 am (UTC)Betsy is more Tara's "Wish I could stay" number.
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Date: 2003-10-01 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-01 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-01 08:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-01 08:16 am (UTC)The real questions is who is Xander/Anya?
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Date: 2003-10-01 08:18 am (UTC)*RUNS*
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Date: 2003-10-01 08:21 am (UTC)Damn it, that's canon, isn't it? *curses the Summer's angst quota*
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Date: 2003-10-01 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-01 08:38 am (UTC)Ahem, any way...John is Spike, does that make Bobby Buffy?
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Date: 2003-10-01 09:27 am (UTC)And well. Yes.
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Date: 2003-10-01 09:31 am (UTC)*continues to play connect the characters* So Logan is Angel and Rogue is Riley?
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Date: 2003-10-01 09:38 am (UTC)This makes Emma Drusilla, I think.
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Date: 2003-10-02 04:19 am (UTC)Emma as Dru? Not Mystique as Dru? Emma is more...Ethan.
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Date: 2003-10-03 06:08 am (UTC)Forgive me while I go O_o
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Date: 2003-10-03 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-03 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-02 03:11 pm (UTC)I actually wrote a fic a couple of months ago, with John and Faith hooking up in LA, that expressly made that comparison.
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Date: 2003-09-28 03:32 pm (UTC)