#chartreuser

Author: chartreuser Rating: Mature Status: Complete Length: 5K

Author: chartreuser

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Finn/Poe Dameron

Summary: A lift of the helmet and Finn is loose—but there are other things to get rid of, too.

chartreuser 

It's the breaks that are the highlight of work.

Today, she's had to listen to a grown man cry about how he killed his wife in one of those virtual reality games - ironically virtual turned into reality at some point and he killed her - and about how he had a thing for submission.  He almost had her convinced that he was a necrophiliac, honestly.  But she kept him on a tight leash when she could, the guy was going psycho after all.  He had friends who were helping him, so that was a plus.

And then there was this girl who was honestly thinking about killing herself because she couldn't be with her boyfriend.  Airi had gagged at how much it reminded her of Romeo and Juliet...their spirits weren't so bad but their story definitely was.  And then she remembered her health teacher talking about pact suicides and she knew the results:  the girl would die and the guy would bolt like the little coward he is.  Not worth the death, she had sent into the girl's head, and eventually she convinced the girl - for at least one more day.  She'd have to keep an eye on her, no need to have more deaths besides natural ones after all.

So with those jobs done, she had settled by a tree in an empty park to eat lunch.  Yes, spirits still ate, thank you very much.  She was just about  finishing when she had noticed a presence near her.

Cleaning up, she got up and peeked around the tree, only to be startled when a tuft of hair almost hit her face.  Jumping back, she recomposed herself.  Airi Nozomi doesn't get scared by hair, no siree.

She was about to walk away when she noticed something off with the person's aura.  Walking over to stand in front of said person, she noticed it was a boy.  Scrutinizing him, she pursed her lips thoughtfully, now curious as to what was irking this one so much.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" she asked.  Out of a hundred percent chance, he'd probably wouldn't hear her nor even see her ninety-nine percent of the time. And even if he did, who wouldn't notice her flashy clothes, even more so the rapier attached to her hip?  

   No outside contact.

Papers shuffled and chairs were pushed back, a muffle of undistinguishable voices uniformly crescendoing in volume.

It took a light nudge from her friendly neighbor to wake her from her daze. The pendulum movement of the blue pen nestled between two fingers came to a halt, leaving the pool of dots at the corner of her notebook to grow no further. Blinking the remnants of stupor out from her eyes, the female greeted her departing neighbor; an act of formality and not much more. She couldn't be certain if she even knew the other's name.

In one habitual move, she tucked a few loose strands of chestnut brown behind her left ear and began the customary routine of packing her things. First her notebook -- the open page littered with disconnected scribbles of notes before cliff hanging into the mess of dots below -- her favorite blue pen, her calculator, and finally her phon-- ah.

As she reached for the silenced mobile, she found her eyes being drawn upwards and locked with the professor's. From the dissatisfaction radiating from the man, she was concerned that what little hair he had left on his smooth scalp would simply fall out. It also seems like he noticed.

Lips quickly drew into an amiable smile in order to stagger him, but it was effort wasted as his attention turned to a student who came up to him with an inquiry. Eyes rolled; you'd think the man would be used to it by now. She only managed to zone out every class. Well, no point in lingering on it.

Closing her beige colored backpack and shouldering a strap, she trailed behind the remaining students out before her math professor could stamp his attention back to her. Once cleared of the room, she navigated her way to the campus courtyard to peer at the clock tower adjacent to her position just as it stroke five o'clock and marked the end of her school day. There was some benefits to having to stare at numbers throughout her final class of the day, as it tired her out so that she ended in just the right mood to laze around in. The perfect mood to head home with.