Dazed Working {Nathan}

[Jackson Pierce]

The lights go on all around me
One last candle to keep out the night

Having hid his almost now empty pill bottle in the stash of clothes at the bottom of his sock drawer, Jackson could feel himself relaxing. It as long as Alex kept giving him pills, he might be able to survive, no matter how much more he wanted something harder. He figured it might be an asset when it came to his next item on his timetable. Frowning down at the sheet, he blinked a few times before seeing the fact he had 'training'. Yeah.. he knew training all right. Jeff had 'Trained' him for two months before putting him to work.


He was only some what out of it, but slipping fast, as he made his way into the designated training room, frowning as he glanced about. With luck, it wouldn't be any of the male teachers, especially that short guy. He was annoying. Besides, what did they expect Jackson to do anyways? Drop into the floor, and maybe into the floor below him? Who knew what was in the basement, and with a messed up school like this, he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to find out even. He used to read the comics, he knew what schools like this were all about.

Peeling off his sweater, his t-shirt rode up a little, his bruises starting to heal across his back, but the sickening purple and yellow tinge was mostly washed out by the florescent lighting. Squinting, he looked around, his eye's swollen lid having gone down and was now able to see properly out of it. Hey... maybe it was that nice French teacher. She seemed to understand not to come to close, and talked to him quietly with more patience then the rest of the faculty managed to have.


Then the darkness surrounds me
I know I'm alive but I feel like I've died

[Nathan Matthews]

Sitting leaned against the wall with one of his feet stretched out and the other tucked up against his upper body, Nate had his elbow leaned on top of his knee and the other dangling absentmindedly in the air. He loved his job, he really did. It was just the kids he didn't enjoy so much, and it was quite obvious they didn't like him either. He couldn't really blame them, because he didn't exactly make an effort to actually make them like him.

It was whatever. It was better to keep such a relationship strictly professional and god forbid any of them ever started liking him. What on earth could be worse than having a teenager consider him as a friend? Nathan almost shivered at the thought.

Pursing his lips, Nathan pushed himself up and walked towards his assigned training room, bashing through the doors like he had no care in the world. He didn't even bother to see who his student was or if said student was even there, before raising his voice, ''All right, mutant, what'chu got for me today?'' His voice was cold and his tone harsh as he stepped further into the room and clapped his hands together, and before turning Nathan ran his hand through his hair, ''Let's get this over with. I have far better things to do than teach a worm not to get caught by the bird,''

[Jackson Pierce]

And all that's left is to accept that it's over
My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made

The sudden bang caused Jackson to jump, and take a sudden step back, his eyes narrowing. The teacher that had been assigned to him was obviously not to happy to be here, it would seem. Frowning at the fact the room was spinning, he let a slow smirk pull across his lips. Breathing in slowly, he tried to regulate his breathing, and eventually held his breath, trying to slip into the floor. But even then, all he got was an inch, frowning at the fact as he looked down at his feet, slightly annoyed at the fact he couldn't slip away. It couldn't have been from the fact his mind was altered, the room spinning. In fact, the last time he had slipped through, was when Jeff had laid the pounding on him.

Trying to lift his feet, he glared slightly when they were obviously stuck, frowning. Well... this was inconvenient. It was only through sheer luck that he didn't get stuck like this a week ago. Clenching and unclenching his fist, he tried to go one way or another, unable to actually meet the new instructor's eyes.

I try to keep warm but I just grow colder
I feel like I'm slipping away