Nienna of Rohan wrote:
It took Cadvan a instant to realize that he did not in fact have school today. His University was closed for a year for renovations.
He gave a sigh as he turned around, fingering his crescent moon necklace and headed off to work.
As he arrived at his work place, he went to the gym immediately. The basketball coach grinned at him, and tossed him a basketball.
Cadvan caught, dropping his bag, looking at the coach curiously. The coach nodded, "Pump up the basketballs. Watch out for the Maintanance guys. They got a new helper. LeBeau I think he's called."
The man nodded slowly, understanding, before starting his job.
Adam was so happy that soccer had started the week before last or he would be stuck teaching Physical Education...again. A bunch of no talent school kids whose idea of a work out was a mile jog. Not to mention he hated working with maintenance. Well, not hated. Some of the guys were decent, but the decent ones seemed to be suspiciously absent whenever he was stuck on duty.
"Story of my life," he muttered, adjusting his coaching jacket that he was forced to change into so that he would be recognized as a school worker. It was annoying. He'd rather wear his leather one, but at least it was safe and sound in another room. If he did anything too dirty he wouldn't want it ruined.
So there he was, once again, stuck between a lanky, dark skinned Paul Walker and the medium height, beefy John Potts. They were telling stories. Terrible stories, really. Not at all good ones. So they scored a chick at some bar, so they got caught by the cops. He'd been there done that and got the t-shirt at least three times...three he could remember.
The group meandered down the hallway and out the door, each headed a separate place, but attempting to add time to their arrival by walking together. But ten minutes of them was enough for Adam - finally the gym was in view.
"This is my stop, guys," he said, raking a hand through his short blond hair and pointing to the gym.
"Aww, I was just 'bout to tell you another story, man," Paul complained, but Adam was already gone and inside. He couldn't even spare the time to look properly unhappy about missing another 'awesome' story.
He jogged over to another boy around his age (Cadvan). What was the kid's name again? Davin, Van? Something off. He'd just guess.
"Gavin, right?" He asked giving a grin and pointing to the guy standing near the basketballs then put a hand on his chest. "Adam LeBeau."
