I'm Watching You

[Tim Tawfeek]

Perhaps this wasn't the best plan.

Of course, Tim had to think that now, now that he was already knee-deep in the plan without any real exit strategy. Sure, he hadn't necessarily planned on getting his arm stuck behind the bookshelf when he'd come in here, and yeah, he hadn't hoped on remaining stuck for an extended period of time. But that wasn't anything too bad, really, right? It was just that Tim happened to have gotten stuck while, well, while setting up a webcam to spy on the teachers.

Said plan had involved sneaking into the teachers' lounge during the evening just before bed and all with the hope of planting a device that could record their various interactions. now, Tim wasn't Dirty Laundry or anything; he wasn't hoping to get information that he could then sell or exploit or anything (okay, maybe information selling had come to mind, what with there being several rich people that would probably love to get their hands on the right information). He'd mostly figured that he could get a little more information and use it for good. Like Batman.

Except Batman probably wouldn't've gotten stuck.

Tim groaned and yanked again, trying to get his arm out from behind the case. He'd gotten it up there, wiggling in the gap between wall and case to get the camera into position. So why couldn't he get his arm out now? The answer was fairly obvious to Tim: Fate hated him or something. Didn't stop him from trying to get out, mind. In fact, he was starting to get panicked, as he sincerely doubted that the staff would look too kindly on someone attempting to get information after everything that had happened lately. better to just abort and get the heck out there. Tim just had to hope that he could get out before someone showed up...

[Willow Leighton]

Looking down at the piece of paper in her hand, Willow frowned. Well, sure, she knew she had to find said teacher, but she didn't know where to find them. She was too new at the school to really know her way around, and things were so much different here than what it had been back at St. Bethany's. Sighing, the pale skinned girl pursed her lips. Well, great. How was she supposed to find her designated trainer when she didn't even know where the training rooms were?

Scratching her chin, Willow lowered her hand. It was already getting dark, and at this rate she would have to go back to her dorm without much progress. It would be a few hours of searching completely and utterly wasted, and if it was something Willow did not enjoy, it was wasting her time.

Again, the brunette sighed as she took a look around. Why did this school have to be so big, with so many rooms? It surely wasn't easy for a newcomer- No, she wasn't going to lose hope. Not now. Not yet.

'Teacher Lounge', she read off of one of the signs hanging above a door. Perfect. That was as good as any place, right? Hopefully, some of the teacher was there - and was in the mood of helping her. Making her way over, Willow lifted her hand to knock, but frowned. Did they do that here? Show manners? Did it matter though? Not really. Knocking one, two, three times, Willow's hand fell to her side. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Perfect, she had waited long enough to enter.

Opening the door, the brunette stepped inside and what she ended up locking eyes with, was not at all what she had expected. A young male, with his hand stuck behind the bookcase. Frowning, Willow blinked and opened her mouth to speak; But quickly closed it again. What could she possibly say to something like that?

Squinting her green eyes, Willow shook her head before turning around to walk back out again. Nope.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Tim heard the door open, looked at the brunette. There was this whole long, awkward silence thing with the two of them staring at each other, both no doubt wondering what the hell was going on here. Tim blinked. She blinked. There was some mouth movement, but nothing solid. Then she squinted and turned.

"Hey, wait a second!" said Tim, waving the other hand. He wasn't entirely sure who she was or what was going on here, but there was at least a chance, a chance, mind you, that his situation could be improved here. "You aren't just gonna leave me like this, right? I'm all stuck and crap," he waved at the arm, because obviously she couldn't tell what part of him was stuck without the gesturing motion.

[Willow Leighton]

Stopping, Willow turned her head ever so slowly to look at the boy again. She remained quiet however, and looked at his as if she was debating whether or not it was worth her time. She was. Lifting her hand, she ran it through her hair before sighing. As much as Willow really didn't want to waste her time, seeing as how much time she had wasted looking for a teacher already, the boy did need help, and had the roles been reversed- Actually. That was impossible. Willow wasn't stupid enough to get herself in this kind of situation.

''And?'' the Brit asked, her voice deadpan and her green eyes watching him with a specific dullness; She found nothing about this situation even remotely amusing.

She really had to do this, huh. Fine.

Stepping closer, Willow sighed once more before shaking her head reluctantly. She didn't really know how she could help though. Actually moving the entire book case seemed to be far out of her limit.

Moving her eyes to the shelves, Willow gave the entire thing a once over before pursing her lips. ''What--'' she stopped and scrunched her brows. ''--how can I--'' she stopped again. Couldn't she just look him in the eyes and make him forget she was ever here?

''I can't move that thing.''

[Tim Tawfeek]

"And I'll say something nice about you on my blog?" Tim tried, raising his brows. Really, since when did people need an excuse to help one another? He tried to work his arm out on his own again, but that really wasn't working all too well. Amazing, trying the same thing that hadn't worked a few minutes ago again didn't really amount to anything. As soon as Tim finished attempting again, he looked up, seeing the girl approaching, looking the thing over.

"I'm not asking you to move it; I'm asking you to move me," said Tim, pretending like hearing that hadn't sent his spirits into something akin to a tailspin. He'd kind of been hoping that she had superstrength or something along those lines. Most people had more interesting and useful powers than his, after all, so he'd been counting on the rule instead of the exception. Though, admittedly, she could still have a totally cool power that just wasn't useful.

"I got my hand up there to uh--- adjust something," he looked away for a moment, licked his lips, then continued, "and now it's stuck. So you don't have to, like, move the whole thing. You just gotta give me enough room to move my arm and junk," He tried a smile then, hoping that he could just radiate charm. What? there was a first time for everything.

[Willow Leighton]

Arching her eyebrow, Willow looked at the boy. A blog? Why on earth would she care about a damned high school blog? No, Willow had far better things to do than worry about her reputation with some nerdy boy and his dear blog. Heck, she didn't even give a damn about gossip. "That's not exactly making me want to help you," she pointed out. "I could care less about what's said about me in a... Blog, was it?" Besides, it wasn't like he knew her name, considering she was new, and had only been around for a few days, give or take.

Shifting a little, Willow looked at the boy as he was batshit crazy. Did he really expect her to touch him? Yeah, no. That wasn't happening. Willow wasn't one for touching - or being touched by anyone. Unless it was a handshake, of course, and that was a necessarily evil.

"Uh-huh," Willow nodded, clearly not buying it, but then again. It wasn't like she really cared. Whatever this guy was up to, it was none of her business and she quite preferred keeping it that way. She had seen her fair share of... Interests that people seemed to have. "Do I strike you as someone that could possibly..." She trailed off as she gestured towards her petite and scrawny form. Biting her tongue, Willow looked away as she placed her hands on the sides of the book case.

"If this thing falls over..." she threatened.

She wasn't entirely sure how this was going to go, or if it'd work at all, but as long as she didn't end up squashed, she'd be fine. Right? Clenching her teeth, the brunette braced herself as she tried moving the damned thing, though it didn't seem to be moving at all, which quite frankly, wasn't surprising. There was a reason she didn't do many sports, after all.

"Uhh.." Of course, it didn't help much that she clearly had no idea what she was doing, or where to place her hands.

[Tim Tawfeek]

"You really should, since people talk about that sort of thing," argued Tim. He probably would've continued on about needing to maintain a cyber presence and that sort of thing, but he didn't want to possibly antagonize the only hope he had. Plus, he'd gotten lucky so far, since whoever this was (and it did just occur to Tim that he had no idea who this was), she wasn't a teacher or some other staff member who would bust Tim for being somewhere he was most definitely not supposed to be right now.

As for whether she looked like someone who-- "We live in a school where people fart fire," Tim pointed out, talking dryly, "who doesn't look beyond the surface here?" Idiots, of which Tim most certainly wasn't one. She did look petite and scrawny, he'd give her that, but for all they knew, he just needed a little more wiggling. The threat was pretty empty, especially as the falling over would most likely injure Tim far, far more than her. He was tempted to point that out, but again, he didn't want to wreck any chance he had at actually getting help.

She tried to move, and Tim wasn't even sure she was doing anything. When she moved though, he did too, wiggling and pulling and actually getting a little bit. "Hey, it's so working. Just, like, I don't know, sneak a hand behind there and push a little back. Put your back into it! Think strong thoughts or something," no, he wasn't desperate at all, and he definitely wasn't yanking his arm like mad with the feeling that he was about to pull it right out of its socket.

[Willow Leighton]

"I don't," she snapped back. He made it sound as if-- Okay, this was high school. What was she thinking? People cared about this sort of thing, and it was ignorant of her to think that just because she didn't, it wasn't important at all. She knew better than that.

As for his next line of words, even Willow had to admit that he had a point. She couldn't really argue it, even if she wanted to. It was a pointless debate, she quite frankly didn't care enough about to waste her time on.

"That's.. One way of putting it," the Brit said, sighing once more. She seemed to be doing that a lot these days, and hadn't it been for the fact that she came here to look for her father, she would have been back at St. Bethany now, and everything would have been fine and dandy. She didn't like it here so far. People were... Different. It was stupid, but it didn't sit well with her, but again, another necessarily evil. She could get used to it. She could get comfortable with it. She just had to try. Really hard. And keep an open mind.

Moving her head to the side so she could look at the boy, Willow frowned. "I'm not sneaking my hand anywhere," she drawled. But she did it anyways. Anything to get away from this situation, right? Moving her hand, Willow got a firm grip on the book case and started yanking at it. Did it work? She had no idea. "Can't you just cut your arm off instead?" Sadly, she wasn't joking. It would most likely be a lot more amusing, and probably quicker too.

Of course, her ability was completely and utterly useless in a situation like this, unless she wanted to make him forget she was there, or test the possibilities of him actually gnawing his own arm off.

She could dream, right?

Pulling at the book case once more, Willow pressed her lips together as she gave the damned thing all she got, "Ok, hurry, hurry," she panted.

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Yeah, I've got a way with words, wanna hurry up a little here?" said Tim, looking up at the girl, unable to stop himself from sounding too incredibly impatient. There was still the chance that someone else could pop in, and it seemed like she was helping but not helping. It was annoying; if you didn't want to help, then walk on or something, don't stand around and talk about how you didn't want to help. of course, Tim was thinking that now because he was the one trapped and stuff; who knows what he'd think if someone had asked him to move a shelf.

Of course, that would require someone else getting into the weird situation like this, and that just didn't seem to be in the cards for Tim.

The girl protested, but she seemed to get a good grip on it. She pulled; Tim wiggled, and he chuckled at her little joke. It had to be a joke, right? Because people didn't generally just talk about hacking off limbs in a casual voice like that. Tim felt his arm go a little further, and he felt hope fluttering again. Then the girl moved and gave the thing all she had; Tim felt it give way just enough, and he pulled. He managed to yank his arm entirely out, but he felt the book shelf wobbling a little. moving quickly, he lunged against it, pushing hard, not wanting the thing to topple. A few books slid out of their shelves, but it didn't seem like anything bigger was falling...

[Willow Leighton]

Frowning again, Willow shifted her gaze to meet the boy's; Oh, how tempting it was to use her power, change the tone of her voice and simply make him forget she was ever there - or do something else that wasn't even as remotely nice. She wouldn't; Willow rarely used her ability unless she had to, and she didn't use it for something like this. It wasn't worth it. "Your way with words sure aren't making me want to help," she pointed out.

Even as tempting as it was, she had to remind herself that he was nothing more than a rock in her path.

Luckily, whatever it was that she had done, worked, and the boy managed to get his hand free. But in turn, the book case wobbled and looked as if it was about to tip over. Instinctively, Willow let go and stepped backwards, lifting both her hands to her chest, as if that would help anything as the book case fell towards her. Closing her eyes, Willow felt her heart race in her chest, but as the seconds passed, nothing happened.

Opening her left eye, Willow watched as the boy attempted to keep the bookcase in place. It seemed as if it was working too. Letting out a sigh of relief, Willow lowered her hands.

"Well, that was fun." Willow muttered. Brushing her hands off on her thighs, Willow pressed her lips together. Now could she leave?

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Kinda under some stress here," Tim pointed out, looking over at the girl. It was then that he realized he'd never seen her before, which he supposed shouldn't have struck him as surprising as it was. He was only one guy after all, and one guy couldn't see anybody. it was just that, well, Tim usually saw people. He dismissed it for now, sure that he'd already thought it. Mostly because of the whole desire to get out.

A moment of stillness, then Willow sighed, as did Tim. He chuckled at her comment, raising a hand to push his glasses up his nose. "Your idea of fun and mine must be totally different then," he said. He brushed some stuff off him before levering himself up to his feet. He bent down and picked up more, not really paying attention to where he shoved it, far more intent on just getting it into the bookshelf at this point.

As Tim finished, and it only took a few seconds, he backed next to Willow. "Think it looks okay?" he asked, still staring at the mess he'd made. It looked like, well, someone had made a mess. He was totally screwed. But with all that noise... Tim glanced over his shoulder, then looked to Willow. "We should probably get out of here though. A teacher's gotta show up, especially after," he waved a hand at that. For now, at least, he was stuck with the girl. Plus, now Tim felt honor bound to do something for her, or something. And she didn't look too bad, he guessed. Or something.

[Willow Leighton]

Watching the boy attempt at cleaning up his mess almost had Willow laughing. Only almost, because Willow was fairly certain she was incapable of laughing anymore. It didn't happen a least, so it was either that or her having absolutely no sense of humor. Whichever description worked best, anyways.

"That's pathetic," she said, nodding towards the mess.

As he finished, the boy turned to face her, and Willow took a step back; She had had enough of people randomly touching her or trying to befriend her, so she preferred to keep her distance. "No, it definitely does not look okay. It looks like a tree vomited all over the shelves." There was no humor in her voice as she spoke. It was nothing more than cold dullness. And a teacher? That was the exact reason why she was here, but then again, she didn't exactly want to get caught looking like the culprit of the idiot's messy job.

Nodding, Willow turned towards the door and took a few steps towards it, "If someone sees us, I'm not covering for you," she warned him.

There was absolutely no chance in hell that Willow was going to make up excuses and lie for someone dumb enough to get his hand stuck behind a damn shelf. She had standards, after all.

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Kinda in a rush,' mumbled Tim, reaching up to adjust his glasses. Yeah, this girl definitely wasn't going to win any personality contests any time soon. Maybe she didn't care; certainly acted like it. But who didn't care, like, in general? It just didn't sink in for Tim, and he was tempted to start a discussion about it. The girl had already started toward the door though, which left Tim torn. He should probably fix up the mess at least a little, but that obligation kept nagging at him, telling him he should at least try to do something for the girl. He waffled between the two, taking a step one direction then the other.

Finally, he groaned in frustration and dropped down. He hurriedly shoved and rearranged and "sorted" and more or less got things into something that might pass for order if you were blind or drunk. He backed away from that, nodding, and then turned to practically run out of the room. He'd actually end up running into her, unless she took off sprinting, which would doubtless result in at least one of them moving. Tim had certainly taken a few steps back, wobbling for a bit but at least managing to stay more or less upright.

Progress?

"You okay?" he managed, adjusting his glasses again. He still didn't hear or see anyone, so maybe they'd gotten lucky and all the staff were off? That was kinda what Tim had been going for, after all...

[Willow Leighton]

Feeling the weight of the boy against her shoulder, Willow blinked as she stumbled forward; waving her arms to regain her balance, the brunette held her breath. She had never been the most classy kind of girl, and she wouldn't exactly win any contests for best balance. But luckily enough, she was quick enough to react to prevent herself from falling. Pressing her palm against the wall of the hallway, Will pursed her lips as she frowned.

Turning her head slowly, the frown deepened as her eyes met the boy's, "You haven't considered the occupation of being a clown?" she said a little too harshly, though, she bit down on her lip to prevent herself from spewing out more venom. It wasn't his fault her balance was awful. "Sorry," she muttered quietly and averted her eyes. Just because he had caught her off guard, just like so many before him had didn't give her a reason to snap at him. She knew that, but it didn't exactly make her feel any better about it. She really, really didn't like strangers touching her.

It made her feel extremely awkward and uncomfortable. It had for as long as she could remember.

"You should really start watching where you're going though," she pointed out with a small sigh. Much better. She even managed to sound less hostile which was surprising. Willow sounding anything but hostile or could was a rare feat, really. She didn't know why, but she had always come off strong to people. Most people either viewed her as a entitled bitch, or others just avoided her completely because her serious demeanor made them uncomfortable.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Okay, so he hadn't completely knocked the other girl over, which was something of a plus. He had knocked her a little off-balance, but that could've happened anytime, really. She still had enough spunk to shoot off a smart comment at him (not that she'd been doing anything but since he'd met her). "I tried, but people told me I wasn't very funny," Tim replied quickly. sadly that wasn't far from the truth, given some of the comments he got on his blog.

He looked around for a moment, glad to see that they hadn't attracted any other attention or anything. So far things kept going Tim's way, which meant he might actually get out of there with his hide and reputation, such as it was, intact. He almost sighed with relief. Almost, because, well, he still had the girl to deal with, and she was being as pleasant as a porcupine with trust issues.

"Hey, I said sorry," he protested. "Well, I said that, like, you know what i meant," he waved it off. "C'mon, we need to get away from here, just in case someone shows up," though Tim was tempted to just take off in another random direction. He didn't really need to stick around the girl anymore, and she seemed about as interested in his company as he was with hers, so... so why? She wasn't exactly cute, though she did have striking eyes, though that was almost literally, since, like, she looked about ready to smack him at any moment now...