Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 3:41:23 GMT -6
| Okay, so Hadley had just lied through her teeth. Probably not for one of her better reasons either, in fact, she had done it to ditch the last twenty-minutes of her class. Thank God she attended the College of Manipulation and not Kinesis and ESP. As good as a liar as Hadley believed that she was, trying to fool someone with the ability to peek inside of your mind was an impossible challenge. Exiting the College of Manipulation and stepping inside of the College of Physicality instead, Hadley juggled her much-used sketchbook in her arms, flicking to the page that she had been sparing glances at upon every five minutes that passed that day. If someone had chosen to look over Hadley’s shoulder, they would have seen that at some point she had drawn a moveable hand-held device. Alike an i-pad. Its pencilled screen, drawn in deliberate detail, moved constantly, in the colourless quality that it had been drawn in. What could be seen was clearly an office. Inside, a cartoon-like male figure was constantly in movement, restless. Reaching the door to what was a professor’s office and not a classroom, Hadley closed her sketchbook shut, shifted it to resting under her left arm, before raising her right hand to knock against the wooden surface, sharply. ”Professor Lyall?” Hadley doubted that Luuk Lyall had seen the torn and faded New York sticker that she had stuck to the upper frame of his office’s door the last time that she had visited his office before he booted her out of it. Or that, in the case that he had, he had realized it for what it really was: one of Hadley’s creations. Drawn-up with the intent for her to spy on him. Otherwise her drawn-up screen that she had imagined with the intent of being connected to her spy-sticker wouldn’t still be allowing her a secret, albeit cartoonish, view of his movements. And she highly doubted that he would have guessed that she would have deliberately left her class early, so as she could stop him from avoiding her, as he had been doing. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be standing where she was at that moment. Hadley doubted that her actions made sense to anyone but herself. Luuk Lyall taught students whose powers were in some form physically enhancing, and so Hadley had no excuse to attend any of his lectures. He was also an ex-criminal. It went unspoken that the general masses of Vireximus University were supposed to avoid him whenever possible, not do their best to follow him about, demanding his attention. Maybe, if people knew that Hadley was the child of the former super-villain, The Huntsman, and the incarcerated, Inkheart, they wouldn’t question her judgement as much but that was a secret that Hadley was determined to keep. Just as she was determined that Luuk agreed to be her mentor. It was possible to always get what you wanted. Hadley’s mother had taught her that. “Elbow-grease” she called it, rather than hard-work. ”If yer want somethin’ badly ‘nough, Turtledove, all yoose need to do is put in sum elbow-grease, and it’s yers. Simple as that.” So that’s what Hadley was doing. Applying some elbow-grease. @luuk |
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