rainmaker {open}

[Jackson Asher Reid]

september 10th, 2013 - 11:00pm

[style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #ffffff; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center-justify;]Just give me a reason, Just a little bit's enough. Just a second, we're not broken just bent, And we can learn to love again. It's in the stars, It's been written in the scars on our hearts. We're not broken just bent

and we can learn to love again

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"Just take the tea and go," Jackson insisted, handing the disposable cup to A.J. before gently pushing him toward the door. "Go get some sleep, kid. I'll see you tomorrow." Jackson rolled his eyes at A.J.'s mumbled reply of not being that much younger and he smiled a little to himself before he made his way back to the table in the center of the room where he had piles of research scattered about that he was sorting through to help with his latest biographical book. The new one would be about serial killers in the United States. A.J. had been helping him sort through the references in an excuse to not go home just yet. Reid knew the intern was avoiding sleep, however. The tea he had given the other man was a mix of chamomile and spearmint. He hoped it would relax the kid enough to actually sleep. Almost everyone else on the staff was at home already, unless they worked one of the night shifts in the medical wing or as security. Jackson was just lingering around because he had been there late with a student, anyway; and, he got caught up in his research. His non-fiction books he would work on there at the school, but it was the fiction works in which he still used a penname for that he would not work on anywhere except at his home, where he knew no one would see them and connect him to the books. He had a pseudonym for a reason, after all.

Jackson loosened his tie with a sigh, grabbing his coffee to take a long drink of the mocha flavored drink before setting it aside as he ran the other hand through his hair. He needed to find a good way to transition from the chapter he was working on into the next, but that was always the difficult part. Did you lead in with a fact that had to do with the next section? Or should he go for an open ended question? It grew harder to focus the longer he was there, especially after it started to storm. Maybe the creepy school after hours was not the best place to be working on a novel about human beings that kill others for some form of enjoyment or revenge. Jackson frowned a little and closed the file on the table in front of him, sitting down on one of the chairs with a sigh. It really was too late to be there, but Jackson was not going to drive home in the rain. Besides, if the footsteps in the hall were anything to go by, he was not the only staff member there late in need for some coffee. At least, he hoped that was the only reason he could hear someone heading toward the teacher's lounge. "There's no sugar for coffee," Jackson informed the person who came into the room as he flipped through the second folder for a moment before shutting it as well while looking up to see who else was there that night.

tag: open (most likely staff) word count: 0522 outfit: link
notes: ohai.

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5]There was something about taking the night shift anymore that Salizar didn't like. Before, it hadn't been any kind of an issue, and he could take over the night shift or remain on call even at home if he had to. But the main downside was that when he worked nights, he tended to try and sleep during the day, leaving his evenings to get ready for work. Meaning it was rare on those days to see much of Alaric. On occasion, like today, when he came in a little early, he could spend a little while with his boyfriend before he left the school and Salizar actually had to be on the clock in the infirmary. It was getting rather serious with the other male, something that both excited and terrified Salizar. He'd not had a serious relationship in so long, and never one that had lasted past three dates. So after checking in with Laura, getting the information about who had been admitted or treated that day while she had been working, he had gotten to work on the paperwork. It always made it easier at the end of the month if he'd already done the reports singularly, so that at the end of the month, to do a monthly report to the headmaster, it was much less time having to go back through charts and files and he could simply transfer information from his daily and weekly reports. It gave him a lot of time to think though. Mostly about Alaric. He was terrified of screwing things up with the other male, his own record was against him on that note, and he worried that perhaps Alaric would come to his senses and realize that Salizar wasn't good enough. Salizar knew he didn't deserve the other male, but he selfishly wanted to keep him. Stretching his back a bit as he straightened in his chair, he turned to look at a clock. Only eleven pm, and he already wished he could be in bed... preferably curled up beside of Alaric, playing with that bright blue hair. Salizar smiled slightly at the thought. Ah if only. He decided then that he should take a walk to the teacher's lounge. He'd only been there since five so that Laura could be off at six. The long hours of being a doctor. There were still some hours of the night when technically, there didn't have to be a doctor present, just one that was on call. On the nights when he worked over, Salizar usually just stayed until Laura came in the next morning. He rose from his seat after arranging his papers into orderly stacks once again. He headed into the infirmary from his office, checking on a patient or two, such as those in isolation, before heading down to the lounge. He wondered vaguely if there would be coffee, or if he'd have to make it himself. It was rare to find staff at the school after hours unless they were security guards, and Salizar thought they may have a coffee pot of their own at the guard station so they didn't have to come all the way up to the school just for a cup of coffee. Though he was pleasantly surprised when he noticed that there was actually someone else in the staff room when he opened the door. He offered a small smile to the male. When he was told there was no sugar, he laughed softly. "So long as there is milk or creamer, I don't much mind if there's no sugar," he stated. He didn't much care for straight black coffee, but he could drink it with only cream in it. Getting himself a cup, he turned towards the other male. He recognized him as Jackson Reid, though he personally had never actually spoken to the man, he'd seen him around. He approached the table the other was seated at then, offering another smile. "What keeps you here so late tonight?" he asked casually. "You're... Jackson Reid, yes?" he asked. He'd made it a point to try and learn the names of everyone, even though he'd only been here a month, he had a picture and name of every staff member at the school. "I don't think we've been properly introduced, I tend to be a hermit locked up in the infirmary," he stated, chuckling softly as he held out his hand. "I'm Salizar." And he'd likely never admit it, but it was good to know that he wasn't the only person on premises at these late hours. It was actually quite a comfort.

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[Jackson Asher Reid]

[style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #ffffff; line-height: 80%; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center-justify;]Just give me a reason, Just a little bit's enough. Just a second, we're not broken just bent, And we can learn to love again. It's in the stars, It's been written in the scars on our hearts. We're not broken just bent

and we can learn to love again

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Jackson hummed a little in acknowledgement of the other person's statement of not minding the lack of sugar. He did not hear all of the other man's statement, nor did he care too much. He was too busy pouring over the file in his hand. He was a lot farther behind in the book than he needed to be in order to have it released on time. He barely had an introduction done. Of course, he could only work on a book like that for so long without taking a break. It messed with his head, made him paranoid. It was partially why he enjoyed working on his fiction works more than the non-fiction. No matter how bad something might be in a fictional tale, they could always have a happy ending that was not always plausible in reality. His brow furrowed for a moment when he was asked why he was there so late, and it took another before he was actually aware of the fact that he had been asked a question. "Oh, sorry. I kind of spaced for a moment," Jackson said as he sat the case file down and looked over at the other staff member. Doctor Salizar Snighrig, head of the medical wing. He was always impeccably dressed, formal and straight-laced to a tee. At least, that was the impression Jackson got whenever he had caught glimpses of the other man in the halls. Jackson tried to avoid the medical wing as much as possible. He was not overly fond of hospitals in the first place, but on top of that, he would go in there and offend someone by his critique of the layout, the way things are done, etc. He rather did not want that kind of issue at work. "I'm doing a bit of research for a book I am working on. I'd much rather do it here, than at home. I would only get distracted there." He nodded a little when the other man questioned his name. It was odd to hear it from a stranger without his formal title, as most people tended to call him "Doctor Jackson Reid" the first few times, at least. It was either in a mocking type of way, as if they did not believe it and were testing him for something; or, it was in surprise, as they were not sure how that could be correct based on his age.

Often times he would be introduced to others with his formal title in an attempt to gain respect, because often times, he was rather pushed aside by people, never quite taking him seriously for anything, like he was just a little kid playing dress up. "Yes, I am," Jackson stated with another nod. He knew quite well that they had never been formally introduced. They'd never been introduced, period. The only reason Jackson knew anything about the man's existence was because he knew there was a head of medical staff, and at some point, A.J. had told him the name of the man that held the position. That was rather it, in all honesty. Jackson had not cared enough to question farther. If they ended up meeting, then they would meet and could talk then; but, Jackson was not the type of person to go out of his way to meet someone simply because they were there. He had met A.J. because the younger man was a nosy shit and the two of them started talking. They ended up hitting it off rather well, and since then had become very good friends, even if most people would believe that Jackson would not be able to stand the loud-mouth intern. It was refreshing from the generally stiff-laced, holier-than-thou assholes that Jackson often got to work with. "Well, as the head of the medical staff, it would make the most sense that you don't spend too much time on campus elsewhere. It's rather hard for you to do your job if you're not where you need to be, isn't it?" There was not need for a constant doctor to be on staff, as long as there was someone there at all times; but, if the doctor was going to be there, he may as well be somewhere he needed to be. Of course, Jackson also understood the need for breaks and a change of scenery. One could drive themselves mad otherwise. "Do you often work the night shifts?" Jackson did know know anyone's general schedule there at the school beyond the fact that most counselors and teachers left the school before it got too late every night. Unless, like Jackson, they were sidetracked by something.

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notes: ohai.

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