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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 11, 2011 1:37:49 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean
TAG: Miller OUTFIT: grey t-shirt, black gym shorts,
silver and white tennis shoes
ONE LAST THING: Power played Miller a smidge,
I can change it if you want though.
Tennis shoes pushed off against the track lining the borders of the gym. It wasn't a pounding step, but an agile step that seemed to have a bit of a spring in it. The nineteen year old wasn't exactly what many would call tall. In fact he was only 5'10, exactly an inch smaller than his cousin Daniel. But what he didn't have in size he made up for in strength and agility, not to mention a hot temper. Any person who had met him and got on his bad side would quickly find out that it was the smaller ones that had the biggest bite.
Shiloh let out puffs of breath as he kept jogging around and around the track. Within the boundaries of the track was various workout equipment, including treadmills. Why the gym had both treadmills and a track Shiloh didn't know. What he did know was that every machine was full and even most of the practice dummies were taken, leaving the teen the track to work with. He didn't mind having to run though, sure he was no marathon runner, but he could still run a mile or two without dying of exhaustion.
As he kept running Shiloh checked his pulse, looking down towards his wrist as he did so. Despite his amazingly well tuned ears, Shiloh was too zoned out to hear the sound of shoes wandering across the track. When he looked up it was too late to stop, and he found himself crashing straight into a professor.
As they both tumbled to a stop Shiloh pushed himself up with his hands, orange eyes burning. He and his cousin always looked very similar, they even both had an English accent. But Shiloh's unnatural eyes always set him apart from not only his cousin but everyone. "Watch where you're going!" He didn't stop to think what the consequences could be for yelling at a professor, as Shiloh merely did what came to his mind first. Behind him he could hear the clicking of buttons on the machines and knew that people were turning the workout equipment off so that their less then gifted ears could pick up on the conversation. With a deep throated growl like sound he whipped his head around, "What are you looking at!?" Most people quickly turned the machines back on and continued their workouts. Others crinkled their noses in annoyance and muttered quiet insults that Shiloh was still able to hear. Had it been a single person he would have beat the person senseless, but right now he was far too focused on the man who had collided with him. that they aren’t fun. |
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Post by miller on Aug 12, 2011 19:32:43 GMT -5
As he stood against one of the pillars surrounding the track, Miller’s dark gaze was fixated on a student across the gymnasium. The student appeared to be standing with a group of friends, laughing, as he held out a basketball. Not exactly an unusual scene for a gym, that is, unless you took a closer look. The basketball appeared to be slowly shrinking.
This alone was not what warranted Miller’s close observation. No, he was waiting in anticipation to see what would happen to that basketball once it shrank down to be apple-sized… then egg-sized… quarter-sized... Suddenly, what had once been a healthily-plump sphere of orange rubber was now entirely obsolete. This was exactly what Dean had hoped to find. Normally he would have been entirely put off by the student’s unabashed display of his power—and what more: the Academy was now down one basketball—but, today, Miller was quite pleased about this finding. He’d read up on the student’s file, and his ability seemed to fit all of the criteria Miller wanted. With Daniel doing his own observation work, Dean felt he could do a bit of sneaking himself. It wasn’t like it was abnormal for a professor to be seen in the Gym. Well… this professor was probably over dressed, what with his tie and his LifeCore lab coat, but he had a few excuses handy.
With his eyes still set on the aforementioned student, the man stepped out from his post and began to make his way over. He had a few tricks up his sleeve in order to make a greeting seem natural, but was unsure how the student would react. The last thing he had expected, though, was to be crashed into by what must have been a speeding train. Dean was thrown to the ground, his shoulder making a sharp contact with the polished wood around the edge of the track and his lab coat scraping the floor of the track itself. There was a moment of silence as the rest of the students in the gym looked to see what had happened.
"Watch where you're going!"
Well, that wasn’t quite the response he thought he would get. Miller’s head snapped to look at who would follow up a collision with a professor with such a crass line. For a moment, he thought it was Daniel. His confusion quickly faded as he noted the orange eyes. Shiloh Wright. He’d done some background searching on Daniel before he made the commitment to take the boy in and help him out as much as he had. What had confused Miller about Daniel’s history was why, if he had a few remaining relatives, that they had never been the ones to assume responsibility after his parent’s accident.
The professor slowly got to his feet, having to kneel to lift himself up properly. His shoulder still stung from the fall but he attempted to ignore it. However, it was hard to disregard a fall that hard at forty-nine. Miller faced Daniel’s cousin and brushed off his coat before frowning at the black mark that had scuffed off from the floor of the track and now stained his previously pristine-white pocket. Putting his attention on the boy, he said in a patronizing tone, ”Ah, let’s try that again, Mr. Wright. I think you meant to say ‘Sorry I ran into you Professor, are you okay?’”
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 12, 2011 20:11:56 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Miller OUTFIT: grey t-shirt, black gym shorts,
silver and white tennis shoes
ONE LAST THING: None
Shiloh resisted the urge to let out a groan, still slightly feeling the impact. He jumped to his feet, wincing as he did so. It was obvious that he was going to be sore the next day. As he dusted off his athletic clothes he looked up at the obstacle that had caused his fall. His unnatural eyes narrowed at the recognization of the man in front of him.
He wasn't exactly thrilled to see Dean Miller, in fact he was mad as hell. When his uncle and aunt died he didn't understand as to why they didn't just put Daniel into a foster home so that his family could adopt him later when they had more money. But instead he had gone right up for adoption, and Shiloh was quite ticked about it and had yet to get over it. Needing someone to take his anger out on, Shiloh had instantly put Miller at fault.
His family hadn't even had any say as to who would take in Daniel. Shiloh didn't even know much of the guy but he had already made his decision on his dislike for him and once the teen made a decision he was hard to convince to think otherwise.
The professor looked at the orange eyed boy, his voice having a patronizing tone, ”Ah, let’s try that again, Mr. Wright. I think you meant to say ‘Sorry I ran into you Professor, are you okay?’” Shiloh raised an eyebrow, had Miller really expected him to apologize? It was hard for him to not laugh at such a statement. The teen hardly even respected other professors and he surely didn't feel like putting himself on his best behavior for the man who had taken his cousin from his family. "Don't reprimand me Dean." He was using the professor's first name on purpose. He knew that some professors didn't mind being called by their first names but if there was even a chance that Miller wouldn't like it Shiloh was going to take his chance, "You shouldn't have walked in front of the track anyway."
Instead of just bugging him like he would with any other professor, Shiloh was really trying to get on Miller's bad side. He wasn't going to fake happiness over his cousin getting taken from his family. The nineteen year old was always one to show his emotions, especially if they were angry ones. that they aren’t fun. |
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Post by miller on Aug 13, 2011 21:12:59 GMT -5
Shiloh was trying to get on Miller’s bad side? He was well on his way to getting what he wanted.
Miller’s eyebrows rose sharply at the student’s use of his first name. Ah, so we were going there, were we? His stubbled jaw clenched hard, biting back an angry retort. There was no reason to cause a scene. Miller didn’t want any extra attention on him with the plans he had cooking under his belt. It was already a blessing that nearly everyone in the gym had gone back to focus on their running or their biking. ”You shouldn’t have walked in front of the track anyway.”
The professor knew Shiloh had a point, but he wasn’t about to admit that, especially with the attitude the boy had put on. Normally Miller was quite professional in these situations. However, there were a few exceptions, and here was one of them. Dean was especially on edge—not only because this incident had thwarted his attempts at catching up to the boy with the disappearing basketball, but stress with this whole mission and Daniel’s spy work was slowly building up again. Shiloh hadn’t picked a good day. Luckily, the professor wasn’t the type to snap like the typical person would under pressure. There would simply be some... leaks of professionalism.
He managed to keep his cool demeanor. ”Ah, you’re right,” Miller responded, his tone very obviously not genuine. He added, in a voice that contained a condescending air, ”I should have first made sure there wasn’t a runner who was intensely staring at his feet.” He had no idea why Shiloh had run into him, but it had to be because he wasn’t paying attention. There was a slight pause as Miller’s shoulder stung and his face momentarily flickered into a pained expression. Yikes, that was probably going to bruise.
Shaking it out of his mind, the professor remembered the ability listed in the boy’s file. ”Shouldn’t you have heard me?” The corner of his mouth tipped up into the slightest grin, though Miller looked vaguely disappointed. Any instance of a student not living up to their full potential, in regards to their powers, was something of a let down to him.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 13, 2011 21:55:43 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Miller OUTFIT: grey t-shirt, black gym shorts,
silver and white tennis shoes
ONE LAST THING: None
"Ah, you’re right," His tone lacked any sort of genuine agreement, causing Shiloh to raise his eyebrow. This was leading somewhere bad and the teen wasn't sure whether or not to be proud of having angered the professor so quickly or worried that this wouldn't end well. Shiloh decided to be proud. "I should have first made sure there wasn’t a runner who was intensely staring at his feet." Despite having expected the professor to shoot back, that didn't stop his orange eyes from flaring in anger and his fists clenching until his knuckles were white. He stared up at Miller with a sort ferocity, and had it been a student Shiloh would have not only lunged but probably knocked him out. Instead he let out a sharp angry breath in hopes of cooling his temper, with little success. "I was checking my pulse, Miller." He spat out the professors name like a bad taste in his mouth.
"Shouldn’t you have heard me?" The grin on Miller's face made Shiloh want to let punch it off. But a sharp response would have to do for the moment. "I shouldn't have to focus my hearing on twits who can't look before they go across the track." The teen allowed a small smirk to play up on his face, taking a little satisfaction in his retort. Oh but he wasn't done smart mouthing yet.
"And if I had my ears focused on everything all the time I would have to hear some of their," He pointed over towards the other students working out while still keeping his attention on Miller. "stupid conversations. Along with all the other mindless gossip this place has to offer." that they aren’t fun. |
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Post by miller on Aug 13, 2011 22:34:01 GMT -5
Unable to ignore the pain in his shoulder any longer, Miller brought his hand up in order to massage out the sting. He lost a bit of his haughty expression, and had nothing to say about Shiloh’s explanation of checking his pulse. It made complete sense, and so the only thing the professor could respond with would be an apology, but that wasn’t happening. At Shiloh’s next remark, Miller’s lips tightened in a wavering tolerance. He was honestly quite shocked that Daniel’s cousin was going this far; it was difficult for the man to keep his composure. There was absolutely no way he was going to cross the line, however. Shiloh would probably get off without any type of punishment, just because of Dean’s desire to stay entirely under the radar.
”And if I had my ears focused on everything all the time…” He listened to the boy’s retort. Miller’s eyelids were heavy; his interest in having some silly fight with this student was waning.
”I’m sorry, that must be difficult for you,” Dean responded in mock understanding, sarcasm evident in his voice. Though his interest was piqued at being able to hear other student’s conversations (it would be quite helpful to his cause), the boy’s sob story of not being able to use his powers didn’t impress Miller. He straightened his tie as if to reinforce his authority. ”Either way, Mr. Wright, it’s no excuse to start speaking to a professor with such a lack of respect. I am sure the Headmistress would not take kindly to one of her bright, promising young students calling a seasoned teacher and alumni of the school a twit.” Though, Miller admitted silently, that British slang was amusing.
Dean looked away from Shiloh and let his eyes scan the gym. The student he’d been observing earlier was long gone. Great.
His gaze fell back on Shiloh’s orange glare. ”Luckily for you, I seem to have not broken my shoulder.” No, but perhaps he could somehow maneuver this situation into meeting with one of Silas’ student healers…
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 13, 2011 23:03:37 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Miller OUTFIT: grey t-shirt, black gym shorts,
silver and white tennis shoes
ONE LAST THING: Sorry, another short post.
”Either way, Mr. Wright, it’s no excuse to start speaking to a professor with such a lack of respect." Shiloh was already rolling his orange eyes. To him Miller was no professor, just some man who had taken his cousin away from him. "I am sure the Headmistress would not take kindly to one of her bright, promising young students calling a seasoned teacher and alumni of the school a twit.” The Headmistress' name was no threat to Shiloh. Surely Lillian Palmer had already heard of Shiloh's attitude towards some people. It wasn't like he had committed his very first offense.
A laugh escaped the teen's mouth at the professor's threat. "I've done worse Dean. Just ask any other teacher." His smirk was back and his eyes were sparking with a sort of angry amusement. Shiloh's smirk only grew as the professor rubbed his hurt shoulder. ”Luckily for you, I seem to have not broken my shoulder.” The nineteen year old made sure that his voice would just drip with sarcasm. "Yeah . . . lucky me." He absolutely loved the sort of immunity that Shiloh had at Silas. Teachers would try to threaten him with failing grades but the teen would just scoff, back at his home he was basically guaranteed a job at his family's owl sanctuary. And most teachers were smart enough to not try to give him detention, for with nothing else to do in a room with a teacher Shiloh would almost always resort to picking at the teacher. that they aren’t fun. |
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Post by miller on Aug 13, 2011 23:28:27 GMT -5
”I’ve done worse Dean. Just ask any other teacher.” Miller ignored the student’s use of his first name. He really didn’t know much about Shiloh, other than his ability and his relation to Daniel (which he’d looked up prior to realizing the boy attended Silas Academy). Perhaps he should have read up on his file more thoroughly. He would have known of the boy’s habitual run-ins with those who help positions of authority.
”I guess I shouldn’t feel special, then, if I’m only getting the same treatment as all the other teachers,” Miller looked at Shiloh with an unimpressed expression. If this kid thought that alerting him of his past clashes with professors was going to change the way Dean reacted, he was wrong. It only made him think of Shiloh as immature and ignorant, and quite frankly not worth much of his time. The boy’s heavy sarcasm amused him—his stubbornness to keep the tension aggressive made Miller think: even though he couldn’t do anything now, one day someone would give this student the reprimanding he deserved, and he hoped he’d be around to witness it. In order to regain some of his professional composure, Miller straightened his tie, which had become askew in the earlier collision.
His next words were spoken without any venom. ”You’re nothing like your cousin, that’s for sure.” It was meant as an offhand remark; Miller was merely thinking aloud as he contrasted Shiloh’s behavior with Daniel’s. He wasn’t aware of how close they were, or what Shiloh felt about Miller’s actions of taking Daniel off the streets and giving him the means to get back on his feet.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 13, 2011 23:52:24 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Miller OUTFIT: grey t-shirt, black gym shorts,
silver and white tennis shoes
ONE LAST THING: None
”You’re nothing like your cousin, that’s for sure.” The venom in Miller's words didn't have the stinging affect that it may have on someone else. Instead it only angered the orange eyed teen. Who did this man think he was to have the right to talk about his cousin? He didn't know anything about his cousin as far as Shiloh was concerned. Shiloh wasn't going to believe that the professor and Daniel shared some sort of special connection. His cousin did not belong in the custody of this man, he belonged with Shiloh's family.
His eyes narrowed, a scowl forming on the teen's face as he glared up at the professor. "How dare you talk about my cousin you nitwit!" From anyone else such an insult wouldn't sound very threatening, but coming from Shiloh's mouth most people knew that when he really started speaking in a heavy accent that he was best to avoid. "You don't know anything about him! You're not part of our family and never will be!" His voice seemed to have a bit of a snarl to it, and it was getting hard for Shiloh to resist punching the professor in his face.
The teen's jaw had hardened and eyes had narrowed. Before he was just enjoying getting the chance to provoke his cousin's guardian. But if he wasn't looking for a fight before he surely was now. If they ever did get into a bit of a brawl the teen didn't care that the professor was taller than him and possibly stronger than him, for all Shiloh wanted was to get at least one good punch in. that they aren’t fun. |
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Post by miller on Aug 14, 2011 15:46:40 GMT -5
Miller’s cool expression broke into that of surprise as Shiloh blew up. The other times he had expected an angry response, mostly because the professor had been egging him on. His comment about Daniel, however, wasn’t meant to do the same. It seemed he greatly underestimated Shiloh’s relationship with his cousin.
Pulling himself together, Dean said, ”I didn’t know you felt that strongly, Mr. Wright.” He could see the boy’s anger boiling up under those orange eyes. It was something he was wary of. Putting the pieces together, Shiloh had a hot temperament, wasn’t afraid to confront teachers, and now apparently had an extreme soft spot for Daniel Ashford. Wonderful.
It worried Miller. He wasn’t afraid of getting hit by a student… no, Miller was afraid of what kind of attention such an outburst would bring to him. Even worse, it would be attention involving Daniel. The possibilities were reaching a little too close for comfort, and he needed to throw water on the fire before this conversation got any more heated.
Miller took a step back from the student. He gestured with his hand out, as if to keep himself separated from Shiloh. His tone was non-confrontational—a big contrast from the first half of their talk. ”I assure you, I never meant to steal Daniel from anybody. I was just someone there, helping him off the streets,” there was the slightest of pauses, and then, ”He’s all yours, I’m not trying to overstep any boundaries.” It almost hurt to let Shiloh have this one, but Miller wasn’t about to take the risk.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 14, 2011 16:16:38 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean
TAG: Miller OUTFIT: grey t-shirt, black gym shorts,
silver and white tennis shoes
ONE LAST THING: None
The teacher took a step back, obviously trying to diffuse the situation. Problem was, once Shiloh got himself worked up he could be a little harder to cool. But that didn't mean that it was impossible to calm down the temperamental student ”I didn’t know you felt that strongly, Mr. Wright.” Shiloh retained his scowl, how could anybody not stand up for a family member. To him a true family member would always remain close, no matter what they did. "Well I do." A snarl was still easily recognizable in his voice and was threatening to not disperse soon.
”I assure you, I never meant to steal Daniel from anybody. I was just someone there, helping him off the streets,” To Shiloh it didn't matter whether he had meant to take Daniel or not. The only thing that mattered was that was what the professor had done. ”He’s all yours, I’m not trying to overstep any boundaries.” Same with the last comment, Shiloh didn't truly care whether the professor had meant to overstep boundaries. However, the professor admitting these things was pushing the fight into the student's favor and in his mind he had either won or was still in the process of winning.
"Good, because as soon as Daniel and I finish Silas Academy I'm taking him back to live with my family." It wasn't a threat, it was a promise that the teen planned to fulfill. With nothing else to really fight about, the angered teen stalked away. Inside his temper still boiled, but he would make sure to try to relieve it by using one of the punching dummies. If there wasn't one present, then the next student who angered him might find himself in a whole bunch of trouble. that they aren’t fun. |
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Post by miller on Aug 14, 2011 20:13:40 GMT -5
While Shiloh’s tone was still angry, it seemed to have lost a bit of his antagonistic edge. Miller was greatly relieved, and it showed in his face. It seemed the professor had done the right thing in letting the orange-eyed student have the upper hand. Luckily his pride wasn’t so strong that he couldn’t take one loss for the cause.
"Good, because as soon as Daniel and I finish Silas Academy I'm taking him back to live with my family." Miller took in these words, but they didn’t faze him. He needed Daniel now, that was for sure, but after this mission, a farewell was only natural. Dean would be working on the cure, Daniel would be off to flee the coup. It was probably a good thing that there was someone out there who cared so strongly for Daniel. The professor pondered this future for a moment. He hoped their goodbye would be one on good terms.
His dark eyes watched as Shiloh turned and began walking away. Miller did not stop him or give him any parting words, instead, pulled his arm out of his pocket (wincing at the pain in his shoulder) and glanced at his wrist for the time. Well, this had been a waste of his day. His gaze flipped back over to Shiloh, and he watched the boy thoughtfully. Heightened senses… his mind spoke. That could be interesting… Letting these thoughts roll over in his head, the man turned slowly on his heel and made his exit from the gym, careful to check for any running students this time.
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