Lost and Found

[Mordecai Lawson]

“Where is it? Where is it?!” Frantically, an older man tossed the gravel of Silas Academy’s drive way to and fro clearly searching for something lost between the rocks. He was on his knees, sweat beading on his forehead. “Crap, crap, how could I have been so careless?!” Growling the man swung a rock over his shoulder not knowing whether or not someone was walking behind him. The stairs leading up into the great school stood only a scant number of yards away. The school’s massive building loomed overhead casting a shadow over the older man.

Dust, kicked up from fretting hands, swept over the rocks and settled in a new place only to be kicked up moments later by Mordecai. Footsteps crunched in the gravel causing Mordecai to stop for a second and rest his hands on his knees. “Hey, you there! Do you see it? I can’t find it!” With another deep chested growl the geology professor scooted to another spot looking for the item he had lost. It didn’t occur to the sometimes absent minded guy that someone else wouldn’t know what he was looking for. Whatever the item was, it must have been pretty important to Mordecai for it would take a lot for a beefy guy like him to get so worked up.

[Charles Blumenthal]

Charlie hadn't been at Silas long enough to really know his way around, and it showed. He was lost. Again. That was the front door there, he knew that, but he couldn't for the life of him remember how to get to the training facilities. It didn't help that he could feel the emotions of the students passing him starting to overpower his own - which, aside from being somewhat panic-inducing, was irritating. He didn't want to be in a good mood, smiling and practically skipping because of how nice the weather was. A girl almost a third his age passed, squealing something to the girl next to her, and the sudden, overpowering urge to join in on her giggling made Charlie throw in the towel - he was going outside where the students were at least spread further apart.

Relief swept through him as soon as he hit the steps. Ah, that was much better. There was even someone else out here that didn't seem as excited about the nice weather - a very large man was scrabbling frantically through the gravel a few yards away, and Charlie paused to watch a moment. He wondered what had been lost . . . he was moving down the steps before he realized it, and before he could veer off and pretend like he had somewhere to go (home, maybe, because that actually sounded pretty nice), the big man had called to him and he had to stop. Fine, but he was at least going to have some fun with the guy. "Probably. Where'd you lose it?" He wished the guy would just relax for a second; his fretting was starting to make Charlie fidget against his will.


Notes: I decided to procrastinate on my final studies, so here's a post for Mordecai! ^-^
Words: 281
Outfit: I'll make it later...maybe...

[Mordecai Lawson]

“Oh God, oh God, what if I can’t find it!” Mordecai bit his lip almost to the point of drawing blood. The figure behind him spoke. “Somewhere here! I can’t lose it! Gah!” Professor Geology had lost a rock among a walkway of rocks. One would think that he could find it easy peasy. Suddenly, Mordecai hit his forehead leaving dust there. “Stupid!” He claimed standing up. Straightening his tie an easy calm came over him. His eyes focused on the ground before him. In a quick motion the professor raised his right leg and beat it against the ground. His chest thrust forward as the rocks shot up at least a foot in the air. Majority of the objects fell back onto the ground. Only one thing lingered in the air.

Shining brightly in the light of the sun floated a beautiful yet simple diamond ring. “Oh thank God,” Mordecai sighed in relief and grabbed the ring holding it close to his body. A fond smile crossed his lips. “Oh right, sorry to have bothered you, sir. Ugh… Kind of important you see.” Mordecai gave a sheepish nod and smile. It must have been a strange thing to see such a large and powerful looking man brought to his knees by an unassuming ring. “Mordecai Lawson, professor of Geology. Thanks for stopping to help.” A large hand extended toward Charles waiting to be shook.

[Charles Blumenthal]

It might have been funny to watch the titan of a man scrabbling through the dust, if only Charlie weren't so confused by the whole thing. Not to mention the whole emotional fatigue. Even so, he couldn't help a bemused smile at the distracted answer that the other man shot him. "Well, that narrows it way down." He cast an eye across the walk, but it just looked like a bunch of rocks - nothing out of the ordinary. He was opening his mouth to try probing again when the man made a sudden exclamation that had Charlie nervously taking several nervous steps back. It didn't help that the other's man franticness had been replaced with a sudden calm that made Charlie more nervous than the previous lunatic behavior. He watched the other teacher nervously, careful to keep a firm grip on his own emotions so they would bleed over to the other man - he hated it when other people knew what he was thinking if he wasn't the one to start it.

Once the man had his ring in hand, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief. At least the lunatic behavior had been for a decent reason. Still, it was weird to see a guy like that behaving like that for a ring . . . unless he had a girlfriend? Charlie shook his head at the man's words, conjuring up one of his charming smiles. "Not a problem. I'm glad you found it." Which wasn't a lie, exactly. He wouldn't have cried himself to sleep if Mordecai hadn't found it, of course, but at least he was calm now. He eyed the offered hand for only a split second before reaching to shake it, the dislike at the idea of Mordecai knowing he was uncomfortable outweighing his dislike of contact. "Charles Blumenthal, Strategy and Defense. You don't seem like the type that wears tiny diamond rings." He smiled to show it was a joke, and snuck a peek at the ring. Yep, definitely too small for someone his size.



Notes: I like Mor - he seems sweet.
Words: 342
Outfit: Here it is!

[Mordecai Lawson]

Mordecai gave Charles a hearty, firm handshake with a smile. If there was one thing Mordecai couldn’t stand, it was when other people gave him that limp wet noodle handshake. Thankfully, Charles gave him one that was acceptable, but he could feel the slight hesitation in the shake. Mordecai loved giving handshakes. You could tell a lot about a person by how they shook hands. Eyeing the other professor as he introduced himself, Mor couldn’t help but wonder what his power was. A large smile crossed his lips as Charles egged Mordecai into the story behind his ring. “Well, I’ve got my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a good while now. I just... ugh…” He trailed off giving a sheepish laugh while rubbing the back of his neck. “Can’t seem to propose to her. Never seems to be the right time I guess. How about you? A handsome young lad such as yourself has got a wife already, right?” Mordecai gave a deep chested laugh.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly how old the Strategy professor was, but whatever the age, Mordecai was bound to be years older. He actually enjoyed being older than the rest of Silas’ teachers. The Headmistress was older than himself, but majority of the teachers who came to Silas were still young and growing much like their students. While waiting for his conversation partner to answer the large man went to work meticulously examining the ring in his hands. When he was sure that not a speck of dust dulled its beauty, Mor focused his eyes on Charles once more taking in quick assumptions about the guy based on his appearance and current attitude. Truthfully, though, Mordecai couldn’t read much. He had never been able to read people well. Maybe that was why he had such a hard time proposing. What if Melissa didn’t accept?

[Charles Blumenthal]

The man’s hands were enormous. He was, of course, sort of enormous in general, but Charlie felt like his own hand was just dwarfed by the firm grip from Mordecai. It made sense, he supposed, that a man who spent all his time – presumably – working with rocks would have to be a big, rock-like guy himself. Still . . . it didn’t exactly help his discomfort. He forced a natural-enough smile and endured the handshake, keeping himself relaxed as the other man’s curiosity probed him, breaking only when he smiled at Charlie’s probing. A girlfriend? That was colored with embarrassment – chagrin, maybe - that didn’t make Charlie flush because the blond had practice. “What’s stopping you? Worst case she says no, and then you’re no less married to her than you are now.” Of course, then Mordecai probably wouldn’t be dating her anymore either, but that wasn’t really Charlie’s problem. Neither was the bigger man’s not proposing, of course, but . . . whatever.

“A wife?” He did flush scarlet then, and he cursed himself and Mordecai and women and the man who’d sent him to this school in the first place. . . “Ah . . . nei-no. No wife. Never . . . met the right woman, I guess.” He was floundering, and he hated it. Worse, he hadn’t been paying enough attention to his own emotions, and he didn’t know if anything had leaked out. If Mordecai caught on that he was mad . . . then what? Maybe he’d write off as being too touchy about person information. Maybe not. There was no way Mordecai could figure out the truth – no way anyone could know that the thought of that kind of . . . connection with another person made his throat close up in panic. He struggled to keep his thoughts of his face as he turned the conversation back on the other teacher, “So, how long have you been teaching here?” He didn’t want any friends, but someone who knew the school could be invaluable.


Notes: Sorry it took me a while. ^-^
Words: 341
Outfit: Here it is!

[Mordecai Lawson]

The mammoth guy shifted his weight uneasily at Charlie’s question about proposing. “I’m not sure, really. I just… can’t seem to find the right time. I want to make sure it’s really special for her. I love her a lot. I honestly don’t know if I could see myself with anyone except her.” Rubbing the back of his neck Mordecai fumbled around in his pocket for the box and placed his precious ring back inside. Into his pocket it went. The Geology profession thought about it for a moment. How were you supposed to tell a stranger you were scared to propose? “That’s true, I guess, but I don’t want to risk losing her. I’m not sure if she feels the same way about me.” His blue eyes turned down taking up a sudden interest at the ground beneath his feet. Mordecai seemed to be severely insecure when it came to his relationship with Melissa. If only he could see how much she loved him, Mordecai would know how much she wanted him to propose to her. It was only a question of when and how, now.

When the conversation turned to Charles, Mordecai gave a sly smile. It was his turn to blush. Charles said that there was now wife for him and a glance to his ring-less finger confirmed it. “No worries, man. It took me a long time to find the right one, but I did. Don’t lose hope. I just hope you have better luck proposing to her.” Slapping the guy on the back of the shoulder, maybe a little harder than he intended, Mordecai laughed heartily. The conversation turned back to Mor again. At the question, the large guy balked. His eyes went blank for a moment trying to think of the answer. “Blasted it all, I can’t remember!” Laughing loudly again, he ended with a faltering chuckle. “Not that long, really. Couple years at the most. How about you? Not sure I’ve seen you around before, so you must be pretty new. Welcome to the team! How are you liking Silas so far?”