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* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/18/2014 at 10:52)
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AUGUST 1943


He more and more started to feel like he should have given the counselors a heads-up that he didn't want to be a part of the infirmary staff after all. That he really wanted to sign off so that he could run away in a flailing manner, than that he wanted to stay and look after younger students who had fallen out of trees and older students who had gotten themselves attacked by monsters after having gotten out at night into the rain forest.

And he could remember the night he had went out into the forest with someone of his own age, when the rain had come plummeting down from the heavens to pierce their skin with its chill and aim right for the vital organs to kill the organism the human being was. But he had rarely felt more alive as he had ran there with the adrenaline released into his system so that his legs would continue to move forward and carry him while they were at it. The muscles in his chest had worked harder to make sure there would be enough air in the lungs to fuel his blood with oxygen. If they hadn't run that hard, tugging each other along, he would have been sure that they would have been there in the infirmary as well.

Or at the morgue - it might be.

A cold chill traveled down his spine as his eyes fixated on the floors in front of him again. It was probably the only thing he was good for in the infirmary, when he took the mop out of the soapwater to continue to clean the floor. Splatting it right on there, he gripped the wooden rod firmly to drag it around, creating a glistening racetrack for no one in particular.

With a quick movement of his neck, which more looked like his head suddenly snapped back due to a fracture in his cervical vertebrae, he flipped the dark locks of his hair back. He really needed to make sure to get a haircut soon, not that he didn't want to walk around with the pink hair grip in his hair with the little heart attached to it, for he had grown quite attached to it over time since it had been a gift from Aleksa, but the locks started to evade its grip. Blowing upwards at the stubborn locks of hair that didn't want to get out of his eyes, he allowed the mop to be released from his grip as his hands reached up to comb the locks of hair.

In his attempt to comb it, his fingers got tangled in the locks of his hair. He started to yank in an attempt to get them out of his hair, but with that, he only propelled himself forward so that he started to stumble. Kicking against the bucket with soapwater, he heard it collapse on the floors and allowing it's contents to spill all over the floor.

"No -!"

Trying to reach for the bucket to get it standing on its bottom again by lifting it up as he would detain it between his elbows, Waldo only managed to loose his balance combined with the slippery soapy floor, and he ice-skated around flailingly before he actually tipped over and fell on his behind.

"Chutney!" It was the sole close-to-a-curse word that he could think of at the moment when the dull pain of having landed on his but rushed through his body. "Chutney!"

Meanwhile, his hands were still tangled in the locks of his hair, making him appear bawling his eyes out and using his hair to wipe his tears.

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Payton Rose

    (12/19/2014 at 07:06)
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She generally tried to stay away from being in the Infirmary during all her downtime...but being in charge of the place tended to counter that ideal real fast. At any rate, it was her responsibility to make sure everything was in place...and, really, it wasn't something she minded. Busy work was starting to become hard to come by and something she desperately needed.

She heard the shout before entering the place and froze for a moment, just outside.

"Chutney! Chutney!"

Payton was unsure whether the voice was addressing someone or cursing but either way she blew into the Infirmary with an expression that was two parts concerned and two parts stern. The sight stopped her short and she felt an unwilling smile tugging at the corners of her lips; the poor boy looked like a drowned cat. And what with the soapy water pooling around him, it was easy to deduce what had happened.

"Are you alright?" She asked first; that was most important.

Carefully avoiding the slowly growing puddle, Payton stepped into the Infirmary and drew her wand. Usually, magic wasn't allowed, but considering she was a counselor...and this was a special case, Payton figured it would be alright. After all, besides the camper who had made this mess, she was alone in seeing the issue.

"Don't look so upset, this is an easy fix." She smiled kindly. Extending her wand arm, she murmured, "Caeruleus" and swung her arm over the water. Blue flames flickered out, quickly drying up what was wet and leaving the white stain of soap scum behind...which could easily be cleaned with a cleaning spell...but she wanted to ascertain that the boy was alright before continuing.

She didn't meant to seem callous. "Is everything okay? Why where you in here cleaning?" She couldn't remember assigning any volunteers to that...perhaps B. had done something. Or maybe he just wanted to help.


* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/19/2014 at 13:27)
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He had been okay to run into any volunteer, really. Even when that had been one of those annoying little first years to be who jumped around way too happily and were incapable of keeping their attention focused on the situation at hand. He wouldn't have minded to see them instead of hearing the voice of the girl who was the counselor and in charge of the Infirmary as well.

He might as well sink through the floor right now, allow the earth to swallow him whole and spit him out at the other end of the world. He would have preferred that really, for he was sure that she would just start so scowl at him for making a mess at things and tearing the whole of the infirmary down. He was sure that wasn't the thing they were supposed to do at the infirmary, for the people who entered were broken enough already. A broken infirmary would probably not be deemed advantageous to their recovery - broken and broken rarely meant fixed when those were added up.

"Are you alright?"

It did not make sense that she wasn't yelling at him. With his fingers still tangled in the dark locks of his hair, he lifted his hands slightly so that he was capable of perceiving the way she was looking at him. There was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and it was one that made it incapable for him to not smile back to. The corners of his lips started to tip up in a gentle smile before it blossomed even further into one of his signature Cheshire grins that threatened to split his face in two. As he angled his head slightly to the right, he looked most like a puppy dog who was proud of the fact he had just ruined his bosses' house during their absence.

"Don't look so upset, this is an easy fix."

It looked like she was better at magic than Waldo was sure he would ever be, for he forgot the spells that his professors wanted him to remember and use most of the times. He only remembered the ones he had practiced with a stubborn steadfastness, casting until he was worn out and just wanted to curl himself up in the foetus position under the sheets of his bed.

The spells that he didn't practice were just stated during the classes or were supposed to be picked up somewhere between the lines of his study material, but since his mind tended to dwell on the past instead of paying attention to the present, it rarely stuck with him. It had occurred more than once that he didn't know what a whole charms-class had been about because he had been too caught up in reliving the past.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to -" Waldo then suddenly cried out, the Cheshire grin on his face withering as his eyes fixated on the girl in front of him again instead of the introverted gaze he had sported briefly.

"Is everything okay? Why where you in here cleaning?"

"I can't... You know.... Heal." He yanked at the locks of his hair again, some fingers finally slipping loose from their tangled state. "But I want to help. I just can't... You know... Clean."

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Payton Rose

    (12/20/2014 at 04:44)
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She was relieved to see the smile, and her own grew and warmed in response until she chuckled softly, cleaning the mess quickly and efficiently. Once the water was gone, she used the cleaning spell to get rid of the white muck left behind by the soap. After that, she stashed her wand, stepping across the sparkling floors and towards the boy who'd caused the mess.

Who was grinning at her.

And then not grinning at her.

She knew better than to touch; her empathy would flare wild and then she'd be the strange one here but she wanted to reach out and comfort him. She could feel the curls of guilt and sadness...and a touch of desperation; it was not a good feeling. Payton was not one to sit idly by while such things dashed themselves through a person's psyche.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to -"

She shook her head and smiled. "It's alright. Just...I'm curious."

"I can't... You know.... Heal. But I want to help. I just can't... You know... Clean."

Finally she touched his shoulder, a swift, gentle thing, even though it made her rock back on her heels...it wasn't as intense as she expected. Perhaps Grant was mellowing her abilities out with his constant need to put his hands on her. She blushed at that thought but shook her head and focused on the boy in front of her...rather than entertaining thoughts about her boyfriend.

"Anyone can heal. If you need help to learn, I'd be happy to help. And there is so much you can do that requires little to no knowledge of healing or magic." Just look at Grant; he constantly complained about being unable to cast spells but his brilliance with potions was unmatched. "What's your name?" She couldn't be expected to remember them all.


* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/22/2014 at 14:14)
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"It's alright."

Well, of course it wasn't just alright and they could pretend that nothing had happened. Waldo had caused a potentially dangerous situation, at least his own bum was pretty sore from the rough landing when he had slipped, and if someone else would have run into him who hadn't had the quickest mind to think of cleaning the whole mess up, he was sure that a lot of people would have come and joined him on the floor. All slipping and sliding around, incapable of picking themselves up again because the floor did not allow them to get any grip.

Everyone would have directed their anger and dismay at Waldo since he had ignited the trouble in the first place.

He wasn't sure wether she was alright with it all because she had had the quick mind so that she could deal with it before she would have slipped as well to join him right there and then on the floor, or that she was alright with it because she actually didn't give a proper damn about the state of the infirmary in the first place. The last option didn't sound very likely since she was a counselor and she was supposed to care about the state the camp was in - not too violated by the ignorance and idiocy of some stupid young boy.

"Just...I'm curious."

It all didn't make sense to him, and a feeling of discomfort started to flower in his chest. Curiosity, when the word erupted from a counselor's lips, rarely meant a good thing. It didn't always mean the curiosity that Waldo could be sparked by, the will to understand something that existed outside of his bodily existence. This sounded more ominous and he hung his head in shame as he awaited Judgment's Day.

It was therefor that he didn't see her reach out for him to gently touch him on the shoulder, a gesture that was meant to soothe and comfort, one that told him that she wouldn't bring harm upon him because he had made a mess out of things.

"Anyone can heal. If you need help to learn, I'd be happy to help."

"You'd do that for me?" A happy twinkle settled in his eyes as he looked at her, the Cheshire grin starting to return to his face to express the giddy happiness that her suggestion had ignited.

"And there is so much you can do that requires little to no knowledge of healing or magic."

"- and little to no use of thought or presence of mind?" Because that would be of most importance for one who tended to loose himself in eternal day dreaming and reliving the moments that had already past and made up his personal history.

"What's your name?"

"Waldo -" The boy supplied helpfully, hands placed behind him on the floor now that he had finally managed to disentangle them. He pushed himself up and away from the floor, erecting himself to the insane height he stood at for someone his age. The young boy whipped his hair to the side to get the stray locks of hair out of his eyes so that he was able to look her directly in the eye. "- at your service."
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Payton Rose

    (12/25/2014 at 17:07)
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She was glad his smile was back by the time she was nearing the end of her little speech. Payton had always been the mothering type; wanting to look after everyone and help everyone on their way. This new boy was no different...and if he wasn't careful, he might end up tucked under Payton's wing alongside Edmund and Oliver.

"You'd do that for me?"

Payton smiled at the tone and the wide smile that followed.

"Of course!" She loved helping people; it was one of the reasons her empathy was both a gift and a curse. While it allowed her to understand and assist others, it overwhelmed her and, at times, caused her to invade privacy she hadn't meant to be exposed to. The last thing the older Ravenclaw wanted was to become witness to something that was none of her business.

Controlling her ability to sense emotions was becoming more and more imperative as she grew stronger, older and wiser. And interacting with those whose emotions were not easily controlled just made it that much harder on her. It was why she loved Grant; she was used to him and he knew how to make things easier on her.

"- and little to no use of thought or presence of mind?"

The counselor smiled fondly, affection for the boy she'd just met suddenly flourishing.

"You'd be surprised by how focused a distracted person can get when they find something they enjoy." She said, tilting her head in a way that Grant always said was charming. It was unintentional, her tendency to draw people in, but it did help; her aunt always claimed she had a trustworthy face.

"Waldo. At your service."

Payton laughed lightly, charmed, and shook her head at him. "Well, Waldo, my name is Payton, Sea Dog counselor and Infirmary leader number one." She smiled wider and reached out to wipe a few bubbles of soap that had landed on his shoulder.


* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/29/2014 at 08:07)
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"Of course!"

The other girl happily supplied like it was the most natural response to his expression of incredulousness. Maybe it was the sun around here and the nice temperatures that people forgot their everyday temper which was generally more harsh and more reserved, shutting people out instead of pulling them into a warm embrace of help. He had never seen more people who were willing to help him then at the present camp, and it left him surprised.

That either meant that the thesis that the radiant sun light immediately lit up people's temper, was right. That meant that he had always been right about all mankind, and that he had been just realistic in thinking that people would only come to him when they needed something. That the world around him was the factor to blame in the unity that he and the world were together, and that his character simply did not fit in with the norms and values of the society around him. And if the encounter with that feisty younger girl had been something to go by, there were some ideologies in the world that were potentially damaging to others as they had woven themselves into the patterns of the personalities of the most loud.

Or that meant that he had been blind and ignorant of the apparent urge of people to help one another instead of allowing themselves to drown in the destructive egocentrism. Which would mean that he was just a pessimist who blamed the world around him for the malfunctioning of himself on every social level, for he had willingly shut himself off of it. And if his encounter with Aleksa was anything to go by, she had been more than willing to help him out. Just like this girl in front of him was eager enough to help him out, not caring much about her own precious time that would be sacrificed for it.

A contemplative frown settled on his face, his lips slightly agape as he tried to decide on wether he had been the malfunctioning part of the unity, or that the world around him hadn't lived up to its promises. His eyes had dropped from her face to the floor, his fingers plucking restlessly at the fingers of the opposite hand, plucking at the harder skin next to the tips of his finger-nails.

He wouldn't like to decide on fact that he had been the malfunctioning part, but part of him was ever so steadfast in the belief that the world was good in its essence and therewith the people were good and meant good in their essence as well. It should be considered egocentric if he would blame everything around him instead of seeing how he was the sole actor that was malfunctioning. He had seen it before, hadn't he, that he was malfunctioning in the way that people had looked at him with an odd look on their faces before they had shunned him. He had seen them stare at him, misunderstanding the continuous stream of recollections and how it affected his life, yet he could not expect them to understand as they seemed not to have it.

"- when they find something they enjoy."

"Mh?" Eyes fixated on hers again when he looked up again, his eyes widening slightly to inquire what exactly she had said. It had only been during her sentence that he had managed to crash back into the here and the now instead of comparing the current and the past to decide on the matter at hand.

She laughed in a good natured manner at him and shook her head at his signature antics. His own smile blossomed again in return, happily cocking his head to the right in curiosity.

"Well, Waldo, my name is Payton, Sea Dog counselor and Infirmary leader number one."

Her smile grew wider and she reached out for his shoulder. Unsure of what she were about to do, Waldo stepped forward with his arms spread to the side and with the clear intention of hugging her. For it did not make sense that she would reach out for him to help him, help him even more by offering to make him better at healing, and he would not thank her by expressing his gratitude in an embrace.

"Well, Waldo, my name is Payton, Sea Dog counselor and Infirmary leader number one."
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Silence stretched between them and, though Payton tended to prefer not talking to, well, talking, it seemed a bit awkward for him to be unresponsive to her words. Her blue eyes flitted across his face, examining his expression and biting her lip as she tried to feel out his emotions before saying anything else. Tilting her head, pushing her empathy out cautiously; it was the first time she'd actively used her ability on another person. Usually, it was unconscious.

She rocked forward on her heels, locking her fingers behind her back and blinked.

"Knut for your thoughts?" She hedged, nails pressing into her skin slightly then releasing, the flow of blood keeping the edge out of her sudden nerves. She might be older, might be a camp counselor and might be the more 'experienced' one in this situation, but Payton was a naturally nervous person...especially in social situations. It had taken her a long time to work of the courage to even initiate a conversation. "You seem to be thinking philosophical things...." She laughed slightly, flushing.

He seemed to come out of some sort of trance with a confused sound and a smiling response to her own motions. Payton already deemed him strange, but he was oddly sweet and seemed uncertain about how this sort of thing operated. She could understand that; she'd been there.

As she moved her hand to his shoulder, he responded unexpectedly, arms lifting as if to embrace her. Payton's blue eyes widened and she instinctively cringed back, slamming walls in place to block off the surge of empathy more contact would initiate. She'd been careless to leave her ability stripped and open like that; like dangling a worm before a fish and expecting it not to notice.

"Ah." She made a noise of surprise, her hands coming up to return to sudden hug, but keeping space between them. She didn't want to embarrass him or discourage his seeming fondness for her. The hug was odd, if only because Payton held herself like she wasn't sure how to hug. Other than Grant, she'd only ever touched Edmund, Oliver and Ra'asiel...and had only hugged Edmund.

"Are you alright?" She asked uncertainly, her fingers curling uncertainly into his shirt, blue eyes peering at him in concern.


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