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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 18, 2011 23:51:51 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: None [/div] Green and blue, the sky and the organic walls. It was hard to see much else when wandering around inside the Labyrinth. Shiloh had hoped that with his enhanced senses that maybe he would be able to follow someone else's footsteps by sound and make his way through the maze. It would serve as both something to keep him from getting bored and a way to practice his powers. But for the moment he couldn't hear anyone walking ahead of him, and the green walls that marked the confusing pathways were packed too tight for him to see through. He was starting to regret walking into the maze and started to wonder if sitting around bored in his dorm room would have been such a bad thing.
The least he could have done was bring Damian so that he would have a little companionship in the tricky Labyrinth. Heck, even bringing Maeve would have been better than just walking around alone. If he had her with him Shiloh could have spent time doing one of his favorite hobbies; getting on Maeve's nerves. But seeing as he hadn't allowed someone to acompany him, Shiloh was stuck trying to find a way out of the maze.
They really need to put some sort of panic button in here. Orange eyes flickered side to side, glancing at each branching pathway. Who decided that we needed some stupid maze anyway!? Already his temper was starting to flare up, and not having someone to take it out on was making it worse. The thought occured to him that maybe he could just force his way through one of the leafy walls. While this was possible, the chance of Shiloh making it through without a bunch of scratch marks was very small. Weighing his options, the nineteen year old stopped and turned to face one of the green borders. He shoved his hands in his pockets as his orange eyes tried to determine if the risk was worth the reward, all the while his temper hanging dangerously on the edge. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by The Headmistress on Aug 20, 2011 1:02:36 GMT -5
The Masquerade ball would be in full swing soon. Lillian was just as excited as any of the students here at Silas. There had been many balls of the sorts in the place’s history, but there had only been a handful of masquerades. All went smashingly well, too. In these modern times the Headmistress couldn’t help but wonder whether the students would enjoy such an event. It wasn’t too ‘olden time’ was it? The grey haired woman moved about the courtyard with grace and poise. Her hands were clasped firmly behind her back as light grey eyes examined the outside garden. This would be where couples could escape to have a little romantic escapade, within the level of appropriateness of course. Lillian was quite the romantic and was happy to give students a small opportunity to keep thriving relationships going. This, however, was also a time when male testosterone and female jealousy ran extremely high. Professors were on the lookout for any potential problems. A couple of bad apples shouldn’t ruin the whole basket.
“Headmistress, I think we could have a carpet leading from the Great Hall to here. Dark blue with silver trim. They could walk through an arch of blue and purple balloons with silver stars hanging down. From there, it’s just various decorations. I was thinking…” Eliza’s voice continued on. Lillian listened while surveying the courtyard before her. A couple of curious students wandered by but didn’t bother to stop and ask what was going on.
“I think it’s a great idea, Eliza. I knew there was a reason I hired you. Not only are you an exceptional secretary, but you also make for a fitting masquerade designer.” Chuckling, Lillian watched as Eliza turned red with appreciation and praise. “That will do for now. You should go get ready for that date.” Lillian winked at the mousy looking girl who blushed fiercely before nodding and trotting off unable to hide her excitement. Lillian suddenly looked much older than she had before. With a heavy, saddened smile the woman stepped across the courtyard and into the Labyrinth that the school so proudly displayed. A great many students got lost in this maze.
This was always your favorite place. You loved building new mazes to confuse the kids. Oh Jack, I miss you terribly. Cloudy grey eyes lifted skyward as Lillian tried not to lose herself in the moment. Jack was still a touchy subject. It had only been roughly six years. Those six years were the longest Lillian ever had to face. They were years she had to face alone.
For a good while, Lillian simply made her way through the Labyrinth taking her time. She didn’t get mad when chancing upon a dead end or when she thought she was close to the end but was actually near the start. Running through this maze of green was a favorite pastime of her’s. Along the way she ran into a couple of students. They politely chatted for a moment before parting ways and continuing on. After wandering mindlessly through the hedges, Lillian came upon a young student, one she had been meaning to talk to for a while now. “Mr. Wright, what a pleasant surprise.” Lillian purred approaching the boy with a smile that bordered onto a smirk. “Lost are we?” she ventured with twinkling grey eyes. So many students (and faculty) had approached Lillian requesting a way for help if one was lost within the maze. Each time she denied the request insisting that people find their own way through. Some swore the maze moved while people were in it. It was a hellous rumor that circulated around the school. Lillian never agreed or disagreed on whether or not this was true. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for several days now, Mr. Wright. It seems you are exceedingly well at avoiding me.” There was no harsh tone within her voice. “Well, since you are lost, and I know the way out, perhaps we could walk together and talk about the… recent events. Shall we?” the aged woman asked gesturing in the direction that would lead out. |
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 20, 2011 11:32:06 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: None [/div] The sound of heels clicking against the ground reached Shiloh's ears, his eyes still focused on the wall in an attempt to remain anonymous. He was sincerely pleading that it would be some student with a good sense of fashion, and not who he really thought it was. Much to Shiloh's displeasure the headmistress walked around the corner. “Mr. Wright, what a pleasant surprise.” The nineteen year old winced at her voice, and reluctantly turned to face her. "I wish I could say the same." He mumbled under his breath. Even though she was indeed the headmistress she wasn't going to be treated much better than how he treated other professors.
“Lost are we?” No, I'm staring at the wall admiring the leaves. Of course I'm lost! “I’ve been meaning to talk to you for several days now, Mr. Wright. It seems you are exceedingly well at avoiding me.” Shiloh was going to take that as a compliment, his enhanced senses were fairly useful when it came to hiding from people. He didn't quite understand why she didn't just call him to her office, but decided that he didn't want to prolong any sort of conversation by asking questions.
Shiloh turned to walk away from the headmistress. “Well, since you are lost, and I know the way out, perhaps we could walk together and talk about the… recent events. Shall we?” He groaned inwardly, knowing that those 'recent events' weren't going to be congratulation worthy. It would be close to impossible for him to make a run for it and not end up at some dead end. That would only worsen the situation greatly. "Ugh, okay." His striking eyes remained fixated on the ground as he walked with the headmistress, hoping that the conversation would move by quickly. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by The Headmistress on Aug 24, 2011 0:05:37 GMT -5
Grey eyes befell Shiloh watching him for a moment. His words were not missed. The pair began their walk through the maze taking a right turn leading into a long hallway of green shrubs. Each of them was quiet for a moment. That was until Lillian decided to speak, “Well you seemed to have done a good job getting turned around in here, Shiloh.” It was meant to be taken in jest. Seconds of silence slipped in between them as the Headmistress mulled over her words. Now it was time for the main event. “Shiloh, I wish to talk to you about your recent behavior here at the school. From what I’ve heard and witnessed, you seem to be frustrated, taking out your anger out in self-destructing ways. I imagine this will mean nothing to you, but I truly do care about you, Shiloh. I care about each of my students.” Lillian let the words fall into his ears giving them time to weigh in on his mind. She knew good and well that the words would most likely reach deaf ears.
She sucked in a sharp breath, “So, I was wondering if you would like to talk. About anything on your mind. You, of course, do not have to, but I would think you would feel better if you did. Anything you say would be between you and myself – no one else. I do not take secrecy lightly.” A couple more footsteps were taken leading the young student closer to the exit of the maze. "Forgive me for a moment. I need to attend to this.” Grey eyes had come upon a young flower that was still in its budding stages. Around it wicked weeds grew threatening to over take the small flower and kill it. “Oh dear.” Lillian bent down and gingerly brushed away the weeds to allow the flower room to grow and bloom. “There you go little flower.” Smiling, she stood up to brush her knees off.
The old woman looked around for a moment before scowling in confusion. “I declare, the hedges changed on us. Oh bother, now we’re both lost.” Lillian sniffled and began to walk into the direction she figured the exit to be. Yes, even the Headmistress was capable of getting lost in the Labyrinth. Now, her part done, Lillian quieted down to allow Shiloh time to talk. That was, if he so chose to talk. |
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 24, 2011 0:38:27 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: notes [/div] “Well you seemed to have done a good job getting turned around in here, Shiloh.” The teen grunted as they began walking down the pathway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Though normally Shiloh enjoyed challenging authority he was at least a tid bit more careful with the headmistress. For though in his mind he had something close to immunity in this place he knew that overall he still needed to actually remain in the school. If he returned before his parents has gathered some money then he would be right back to square one, scrounging for cash in a desperation to keep his beloved owls alive.
Suddenly gone were the little jokes and in came the calm serious side of Lillian. Not to say that she was any sort of a real party animal to start with, but the conversation had taken more of a professional tone. “Shiloh, I wish to talk to you about your recent behavior here at the school. From what I’ve heard and witnessed, you seem to be frustrated, taking out your anger out in self-destructing ways. I imagine this will mean nothing to you, but I truly do care about you, Shiloh. I care about each of my students.” Self-destructing? He seemed to be causing more harm to others than himself, not that Shiloh was going to actually stop and think of the consequences of his actions. And he didn't feel too frustrated, he just felt the need to use the oppurtunities that life dealt him. He had gone from working full time on an owl sanctuary to having a little more freedom and going slightly overboard. So he felt far from frustrated, in fact he felt overall happy here. And once he had finished his time at the school he would take Daniel back home with him, and he would get the chance to be happy there. "I don't find it self-destructing."
Had Shiloh really bothered to dwelve into his inner mind he would find the true reason to his rather angry episodes. Earlier in his life, when the scientists denied his family the money they had previously guaranteed, he felt helpless. He couldn't do anything about the scientists taking the money and neither could his family. He hated that feeling more than anything, the vulnerability. It was then that he started reacting with such a hot temper. Now when something upset him and rubbed him the wrong way he had learned to deal with it the best way he knew how, by striking out and taking charge. Whether this drove him into more trouble he didn't care as he knew that he had at least made the choice and steered the wheel.
The headmistress continued on with her psychologist like talk. “So, I was wondering if you would like to talk. About anything on your mind. You, of course, do not have to, but I would think you would feel better if you did." He smirked slightly, still feeling as though she didn't realize that that there was nothing to feel better about. The orange eyed teen enjoyed what he did and the excitement that came with it. "Anything you say would be between you and myself – no one else. I do not take secrecy lightly.”
Lillian's attention suddenly seemed to go somewhere else and Shiloh followed her eyes to a spot where a flower was about to be overtaken by some weeds. “Oh dear.” She wandered off towards the flower. Shiloh refrained from following, instead zooming his eyes in to the point were he could even see the smallest drop of water on the flower's petals. “There you go little flower.” The older woman brushed away the scraggly weeds and Shiloh couldn't stop from a soft smile forming on his face. Only a few things could make his face soften and such a kind expression show, that being nature. But the smile was quick lived as Lillian turned back. The smile didn't, however, vanish before she could catch a glance of it.
“I declare, the hedges changed on us. Oh bother, now we’re both lost.” Shiloh rubbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in frustration. He hoped that she would take notice and remember what true frustration actually looked like. Seeing nothing else to do, Shiloh figured if she wanted him to talk he would. "Have you ever done something without truly thinking over what the result could be?" that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by The Headmistress on Aug 29, 2011 21:51:00 GMT -5
Lillian clasped her hands behind her back as the two strode forward. Today was a pleasant day at least. The sun was shining down warm and comfortably. There was not a dark cloud in the sky. Rain would have put a serious damper on their stroll through the Labyrinth. Shiloh’s reply on how he didn’t feel his behavior was self-destructing worried the Headmistress and had not gone unheard. There was nothing worse than a student who did not realize they were doing more harm than good until it was too late. Lillian feared for those kids the most. They were always the ones who needed a great deal of help. The boy suddenly asked her an unexpected question. Raising a brow the headmistress pondered over the question before answering.
“Back when I was younger, I made many rash decisions. And yes, I was younger once upon a time.” The older woman offered him a small smile hoping he’d at least partially appreciate the small joke however lame it was. “Doing things without thinking about the consequences is a large part of growing up, Shiloh. As time wears on life gives you more responsibility which in turn causes you to think before you act.” An edge creeped into her voice as she continued, “However, not everyone ‘grows up’ as you could say. Some people continue to ignore the consequences of their actions. Those people end up for the worse. It’s always a shame to see.” It was a warning for Shiloh. He needed to know his chosen path for life was not a proper one to lead. It would kill Lillian if he continued and ended up in a horrible position. She often kept tabs on her students even after they left the school. |
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 29, 2011 22:20:23 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: notes [/div] “Back when I was younger, I made many rash decisions. And yes, I was younger once upon a time.” What kind of rash decisions would the headmistress have made? Surely she hadn't beaten up people at the slightest problem, or gone swimming in a fountain like Shiloh. The very thought made the corners of Shiloh's lips upturn in a smile. “Doing things without thinking about the consequences is a large part of growing up, Shiloh. As time wears on life gives you more responsibility which in turn causes you to think before you act.” It puzzled Shiloh to think over what sort of responsibilities would cause him to change his personality. If he ever got married it was almost certain that he would find someone that would go along with his little games and possibly encourage them, so that was ruled out. Another possibility was Shiloh having children, but wouldn't he merely pass on his personality to them and end up creating some sort of impulsive legacy? His poor parents would become the tortured grandparents in that situation.
Even though Shiloh had reassured himself that no responsibility could ever change him, the very thought had scared him. His decisions, temper, and fighting actions were what made him who he was. If those vanished he would be the English owl boy, cousin of the fire manipulator. As long as Shiloh could make his choices he wasn't going to allow himself to change, at least that was what he was trying to tell himself.
The headmistress continued on with what could be seen as either a warning or an inspirational speech. “However, not everyone ‘grows up’ as you could say. Some people continue to ignore the consequences of their actions. Those people end up for the worse. It’s always a shame to see.” Shiloh frowned, he didn't like it when people told him he wasn't a grown up, directly or indirectly. He was nineteen, and to him it was age that made you an adult and not your personality. If he changed his personality then he would just be someone's boring idea of an adult. I could turn into Miller. His brow furrowed at the very thought of his enemy professor, and the idea of becoming someone like him made him want to puke. "Isn't it someone's age that makes them an adult? I don't see how changing who you are should be part of growing up . . ." A quick smirk tweaked his lips, "It's more fun when you don't." that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by The Headmistress on Sept 6, 2011 23:42:35 GMT -5
With meticulous scrutiny, Lillian Palmer watched Shiloh as he mulled over her words. His face didn’t show much emotion but what she did see in his eyes scared her. Most young people would have taken what she said into serious consideration. This time it appeared as if Shiloh’s resolve to remain as he was only strengthened. In a matter of time he would end up like those she tried to warn him about. Heavy with this realization, Lillian’s face creased with the many winkles of age and a stressful job. Her hands were clasp firmly behind the small of her back as she lost herself in thought. Shiloh spoke then questioning her logic and playing Devil’s Advocate. It was a good several moments before the Headmistress spoke.
“Age is only a small part of being an adult. There is personal experience, maturity, and the things that life will throw at you. You do not have to change yourself to become an adult, Shiloh; that is not what I am saying. Trust me, even as an old man, my husband still had a tendency for acting like his younger self.” Lillian’s lips turned up in a soft smile remembering a treasured memory. The moment passed and her expression turned into a serious countenance. “Fun as it may be, certain situations down the road will require you to step into the better part of yourself. Who you act as now may not fit into that situation. You will need to look deep within yourself to unlock that other side. I do not believe you are entirely a misfit at heart, Shiloh. There is good in you. Deep down, but it is there.” As serious as this was, Lillian held a hint of a twinkle in her eye. Her words were cheesy, deep, and joking all in one.
Up ahead was a break in the plant wall. The aged woman smiled to Shiloh, “Look. The exit.” At that exact moment, within the blink of an eye, the plant wall enclosed the exit changing the labyrinth by taking away the exit and creating another one elsewhere. “Those dastardly walls.” Huffing, the woman frowned at the wall as the two approached and placed her hand against the leafy green. “Hmm, please open up this exit. We wish to leave now.” There was complete silence. Slowly, however, the labyrinth wall began to creep away revealing a small opening back into the outside world. “Ah, there we are. Thank you kindly! Coming Shiloh?” Lillian peered back at the orange eyed boy before stepping out of the bushes. They were free! |
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Sept 17, 2011 19:20:35 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: notes [/div] He watched her face crease with worry, his interest slightly raised. The nineteen year old had never thought that the headmistress would truly care over a student's wellbeing. Wasn't he just one of the many troubled students that came here? Other than the possibility that she really was trying to help him, there was always the idea that his bad records could tarnish the school's reputation and that Lillian Palmer was just some sort of selfish bitch in disguise. If Shiloh ever came to the conclusion that this was the case he could very well make Lillian's life harder. But for now the orange eyed teen was stuck on his assumption that she was just a headmistress that was trying to run the school, simple as that.
“Age is only a small part of being an adult. There is personal experience, maturity, and the things that life will throw at you. You do not have to change yourself to become an adult, Shiloh; that is not what I am saying. Trust me, even as an old man, my husband still had a tendency for acting like his younger self.” As Lillian was busy reveling in her memories Shiloh was biting down on his lip, unsure what to think of her words. Did he have enough personal experience? What did the headmistress consider personal experience anyway? Most people would think of it as having seen how awful the world can be and how great it can be at the same time. The scientists had proved to him the world's bad side while nature, owls, and friends had opened his eyes to the more pleasant form. Experience he had a fairly good amount of, maturity was another thing. Sure the teen didn't run around making obnoxious noises like some bored child but he was far from acting like a dignified gentleman. Shiloh wasn't working on changing that though and tossed the headmistress' suggestion aside to not likely be thought of again.
While her previous words had caused him to stop and think for a moment, her next advice made him want to laugh. “Fun as it may be, certain situations down the road will require you to step into the better part of yourself. Who you act as now may not fit into that situation. You will need to look deep within yourself to unlock that other side." He grinned, the headmistress seemed to be trying to pull off some cheesy therapist act. "I do not believe you are entirely a misfit at heart, Shiloh. There is good in you. Deep down, but it is there.” Was Shiloh a bad person? Not quite, he was more along the terms of misguided and slightly damaged. He was actually a nice guy, and entertaining at that. The teen just had a little trouble showing this nice guy form to everyone. Right now he was edging more towards the bad side, but it was partially fun to get under someone's skin, especially someone who was normally level headed. "Maybe how I'm acting now is the good side." Not entirely true, but Shiloh was enjoying his little games.
The constant green around Shiloh was almost getting on his nerves, as much as he loved nature, and he was grateful when there was a break in the wall of color. “Look. The exit.” Before Shiloh could make his escape, the plant life intertwined back together to form the solid wall of green once more. His jaw hardened while eyes of orange narrowed at the trickery. “Those dastardly walls.” Again Shiloh contemplated trying to run through the walls, but Lillian had already made her way over and for some reason was attempting to reason with the plant life. The residents at Silas were stranger than he thought. “Hmm, please open up this exit. We wish to leave now.” The orbs of orange rolled in his head with annoyance, for the moments of silence that followed all Shiloh could think of was how the school could allow a nutcase to run the place. These accusing thoughts didn't last very long though as the leafy wall had soon opened, leaving Shiloh to gawk in disbelief.
“Ah, there we are. Thank you kindly! Coming Shiloh?” The teen gave his head a shake, as if throwing away his expression. "Yeah." He quickly walked over to her side, pleading that the wall wouldn't close up on him and engulf them once more in a sea of green. Once outside of the maze, the teen zoomed his eyes around the area, trying to take in as much of the color as he possibly could at the thought of being forced back into the maze. In this partially desperate state he zoomed in and out too fast, causing a shock of a headache to hit him like a wave. He refrained from cursing like a sailor and instead let out a hiss of pain before massaging an area above his eyes. One of the few times he goes crazy with his eye sight and he's stuck with a headache for an hour or two. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by The Headmistress on Sept 20, 2011 14:41:42 GMT -5
Lillian gave Shiloh a reproachful look in response to his words. “I do not believe that any more than you do,” she replied shortly after he finished speaking. Shiloh was not showing his good side. This was a side he put up to keep himself from being hurt again. It was a wall, a disguise. Now, Lillian wouldn’t have been a very good Headmistress if she hadn’t of learned more about each student before they came to Silas Academy. Sometimes, she knew more about a person’s history than the students themselves. She didn’t know what some people thought, but Silas Academy was not your average school. Many students do seek out to become a member of the academy, but most are found by the Headmistress herself. Those students are sent information on the school and often require a visit to set their mind to ease and show them they belong here. Those cases are often hard for Professor Palmer to take on, but more often than not they reward her well.
The green wall of leaves opened once more at the aged woman’s beckoning. She was the first to cross the threshold of the Labyrinth. Shiloh appeared to be struggling with this strange happenstance. Lillian turned to peer at the owl-eyed boy with a kind, amused smile. “Sometimes, you need only ask,” the woman said almost cryptically before heading back toward the main academy. Her break was over. Work was calling the headmistress. That ever growing pile of paperwork. Hanging her head, the woman sighed softly. Shiloh then hissed in pain causing Lillian to spin around quickly with a calm look of alarm. Her hand reached for his shoulder, “Shiloh, is everything alright?” The worry on her winkled face was genuine. More than likely this onset of pain was due to his powers. Those with enhanced senses usually had to overcome many things to keep from easily being overwhelmed.
“Do you need to me get the nurse?” Lillian frowned with concern as she watched Shiloh massage the area above his eyes. So it was either a headache or an eye-ache. Or perhaps it was both. Piecing together, the headmistress pressed her lips together for a moment. Shiloh had enhanced sight. The two had been wandering through a green maze for a good while and now there was suddenly a burst of color as they were standing in the Courtyard. With his ability, Shiloh must have taken in the sight too quickly resulting in a headache from such a quick change of scenery. “Is there anything I can do at all?” Sometimes, things just needed to be given time to pass on their own.
(Man my Lillian muse is off. If you want to winde down the thread, that's cool. Whatever you wanna do works for me.) |
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Sept 26, 2011 21:51:32 GMT -5
“I do not believe that any more than you do,” Some students would have recoiled at the headmistress' slightly scolding look, though Shiloh was taking a different approach. The smirk was back, tweaking his lips in the ever so familiar way. He wasn't going to let her win, even a tie would have been acceptable, a sort of standstill. The snarkiness returned, complimenting his expression as he spoke with a snide tone, "You think whatever you want to think ma'am." His comment could have easily been interpreted as, 'I don't give a rat's ass what you think." Neither one sounded very pleasant, but it was exactly what Shiloh had been aiming for. He wasn't going to let her feel any sort of accomplishment by the time she left, even if he didn't win completely either.
As the green earthy wall opened up upon the headmistress' request, Shiloh was stuck looking like his mind exploded. Lillian looked back at him with a clear look of amusement, pushing Shiloh's anger further. Who was she to laugh at him!? A crazy lady who had just talked to a plant. Even if the wall did respond it sounded like an insane thing to attempt in the first place. Shiloh frowned, wrinkling his nose in both annoyance and anger before trudging after her.
When the burst of pain hit him, Shiloh found his knees wanting to buckle. He reached out to a nearby bench to steady himself before he collapsed. One hand still on the bench, his other one rubbed against his temples in a futile effort to dull the pain. This sort of headache had happened to him numerous times, and every time he would try to stop the pain fast with no success, but that hadn't stopped him from trying. “Shiloh, is everything alright?” He recognized a soft pressure on his shoulder, flickering his eyes towards Lillian's direction. The boy would have shrugged her off but in all honesty it was nice to have her finally stop lecturing him. "I'm fine . . . sort of" He wasn't fine, but Shiloh didn't think there was much either of them could do. He had tried just about every painkiller known to man, or mutant. “Do you need to me get the nurse?” He started to shake his head no but stopped, the sudden movement not helping in the slightest.
The boy pressed off against the bench, straightening himself up. “Is there anything I can do at all?” Now standing upright, he brought the other hand up to his forhead. He ceased making circular motions though, and instead just kept his hands there as pressure which neither helped nor worsened it. Nonetheless, Shiloh did see an opportunity for him to leave. “I'll just ask the nurse for some asprin, I'll feel better soon." He'd tried to word his phrase so that it sounded like the asprin would fix it, all the while not making it a complete lie. Shiloh would have to pat himself on the back if this worked.
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