236/School Duties

School Duties
Date of Scene:	02 March 2020
Location:	Happy Harbor Waterfront
Synopsis:	Daisy hassles Alexander.
Cast of Characters:	Daisy Johnson, Alexander Aaron

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Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy hasn't been around the school for a long time yet. In fact it is one of the first few weeks for her, but it doesn't mean she hasn't given a look at most of the student files, or at least those that have been noted to have some kind of 'potential'. Perks of being in SHIELD, or simply her hacking prowess. Yet it did come with some surprise when one of the higher-ranked teachers asked her to have a word with Alexander?

A new approach they said? A mention of an alternative to detention. She had a more attentive look to his file, a glance at the various problems throughout school, Some kind of family issues as well. And the recent bruisings as if the young man was in constant fights... She imagines more or less what it may be ...

Early in the morning, as school classes are starting Alexander would had received an indication to go meet Daisy at her office during lunch hour, the new IT teacher.

Her office can barely be called one, more like a cubicle, but it doesn't mean she hasn't stashed it with stuff, either tech parts, a couple of computers set up, 3 monitors and a photo of a group of people together, perhaps her family.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    There is one aspect of Alexander that may not be in the folder, though around the school it might be a small bit of scuttlebutt, a hint of either mockery or amusement. And that the way the young Olympian youth is around authority. That he recognizes at least. And in this case, having received orders from his father to attend this school it creates them as a figure in that role.
    Daisy may well notice this as when the youth enters her 'office' she'll hear his voice as he pauses at the entryway, looking as he does much of the time while at school. What with the blue jeans, the Chuck Taylor shoes, the Empire State University backpack... and the turtleneck sweater with an image of a kitten clinging to a branch and the caption, 'HANG IN THERE, BABY!' on it. Though the sunglasses are new. She might notice it when he approaches attentively says quietly. "You wanted to see me, ma'am?" Oh no she's a ma'am.
    A glance around is taken and then he sets the backpack down off of his shoulder and at his foot.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
For her part, Daisy is dressed in dark jeans, a black t-shirt with green writings that seem taken out of Matrix and currently leaned back on her chair. A takeout bag is currently on her table, open and she holding up an half-bitten burger. "Hello, Alexander. Come in." she gestures with her free hand. Noticeable about her wrists are some vestiges of unhealed bruises. A weird spot to have those though.

"Feel free to dig in. It's lunch hour afterall and I know you don't have a lot of time between classes."

The ma'am comment does make her sigh though but her attention is more focused on the sunglasses, she quirking a brow up in question.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Her own expression is mirrored back to her in the lenses of those sunglasses and then his eyebrow quirks just the same when she offers him a burger. There's that slight double-take that is given when one who has a history of not exactly trusting people, but when it seems she's sincere he gives a nod and then steps forward to take a burger in its wrapper and then steps back to where he was standing a moment ago.
    "Thank you, ma'am." Of course he doesn't dig in yet, since it's hard to answer questions while chewing. But he waits as she's chewing and for her to perhaps get more settled before he finally lifts his voice. "How may I help you, Miss Johnson?" His attention seems to be steady on her, but with those glasses it's hard to tell exactly where his eyes are focused.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Go ahead and take a seat." Daisy says with a faint smile, using one foot to push another chair back a bit in offer. Small office but at least big enough to have an extra chair. "And you can call me Daisy." she sets the nearly-finished burger aside, wiping her hands on a napkin and then grins, "Checking on you." she says in a direct manner, not one to use much subterfuge in this situation.

"I have been told there may have been some problems. First of all, I wanted to know if you are ok?" She looks the young man up and down, perhaps on the lookout for any bruises, then back up to his face.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    When she offers for him to use her first name his eyebrows lift and his lip twists a little in the way people his age usually express when they hear the guidance counselor wanting to sit down and 'rap' with them. But, to be fair, Daisy doesn't seem so bad.
    Taking the offered seat he seems to settle in, pulling his backpack over. But when she declares her intentions to check up on him the smile grows a little and he nods, "Yes ma'am." He pulls the sunglasses off and folds them up to set them in his lap then meets her gaze steadily with curious hazel eyes. Though indeed one of them has been blackened, though not /horribly/ so. But definitely looks like it has been there for a day, perhaps two.
    "I appreciate your attention, Mis...Daisy." He blinks slowly, those sea blue eyes that drift towards jade in their depths shift to focus levelly on her as he adds. "But I have things under control." Though as to what those things are, he does not say.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
If there is one thing that she can recognize is young rebelliousness, something Daisy relates to rather intimately considering her own personal history. So her smile does deepen when the glasses are taken out. "We all think we have things under control. Until we don't ..." she raises her shoulders up in a brief shrug, letting out a sigh.

"Do you want to tell me how that came to happen?" She asks, a brow quirking up again, not appearing scared about meeting the man's blue and jade gaze. More curious.

"Or rather.., I am sure you don't want to tell me. So I will insert in a please."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    His good eye scrunches up a little into what might pass for a pained poker face as he tilts his head slightly to the side and tells her, "Training. Mainly." He offers that, and to be fair it's the truth just in part. But then he lifts a hand, uncurling it slowly. "Though there are sort of a lot of things going on that I should probably tell you about. Though also Agent Morse is sort of privy to some of them." Or most, as the case may be.
    "But," He tilts his head the other way, looking almost like a curious golden retriever what with that shock of golden hair and that open expression. "I don't know what you like, want to know? Or your... purview is?" He says that second to last word as if not entirely sure that he has the right word choice there.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Training?" Sure, Daisy can buy that but then adds with a brief smirk that creases her expression into amusement. "Not fast enough to get out of the way?" there is just the slight jab on her tone there, almost as if she was taunting the young man. Or maybe it is all a test. Who knows? Damn these mysterious IT teachers with those looks that know a lot more then they let know.

When Bobbi's name is mentioned she lifts a brow though, some recognition there. But she doesn't verbally admit it. Instead she asks, "You can think of me as someone that you can talk about anything. I can promise you I won't judge. But it's always good to go from the beginning." she offers, again reaching for her burger to have a bite. It's lunch hour damn it.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    She knows where to tag him, that ego, that arrogance of his. Though he does a good job of hiding it before her. But she can see that sortie land its mark, his eyes narrowing and a hint of a sour expression lighting upon his lips. A faint 'hrmf' might even be heard. But then he simply nods in agreement, because in truth he was not fast enough. Also certain people who shall not be mentioned cheat.
    As for Alexander he just holds onto his burger even as she enjoys some more of her own. She suggest he starts at the beginning. But he interprets that to mean the most recent ruckus and not 'the beginning' beginning.
    "Since I have reached my current age, I've... my family..." How to explain this? "It becomes complicated, and some of my family hate other parts of my family, and sometimes I get caught in the middle." There that sort of helps. Then his eyes rise, "Also I'm sorta..." He shakes his head left and right, all wishy-washy.
    "Sorta at times helping some vigilantes a little. Even though I think the whole thing is silly."
    But there's a moment of reflection as he then adds the qualifier. "Kinda."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy seemed to be watching him intently, watching what his reaction would be at the taunt. Not exactly a big jab, but enough for her to figure out a few things. "Not exactly as much in control as you might think you are." she says in a matter-of-fact manner just before she gets finished with her burger and leans back on her chair. "But not the worse I have seen."

The mention of family is a delicate matter to Daisy, but she did come here to teach so she exhales softly, focusing. "Family is always complicated. They may want what's best for us but often they don't know how to express it." she certainly doesn't have Godling parents, but it's always been complicated to her in her own manner. Yet her focus seems to go to the vigilante business, "Why do you kinda help them? Is there a purpose to it?" she doesn't seem surprised about those news. Perhaps she expected something of the sort.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    When she makes light of that control she'll likely see his eyes lift slightly, then back down. Not /quite/ an eyeroll, but perhaps the embryo of one. A baby eyeroll. When she passes judgment he offers a nod, as if satisfied with that result though he keeps that posture there in the chair. Yet now he perhaps looks down, then starts to undo the wrapper of the cheeseburger. Once it's halfway free he looks up at her, as if making sure it's fine and it's well and truly his very own cheeseburger. Then he takes a bite.
    After chewing for a time he lets his eyes distance when she asks her question. His thoughts drift as he considers his answer and then with an aplomb she might be surprised by he says simply, "At first it was because one of them was cute?" As if to see if she buys that though it might sorta be the truth.
    But then he adds, "Though, that was just at first. Mainly now I suppose... because they need me? Or I like to think they need me?"

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The laughter that bursts out of Daisy comes suddenly. And sure it was only a few years ago that she was swooning over some Agent when she joined SHIELD. Still, it doesn't seem to be a laugh out of malice, more one of understanding. "Fair enough, Alexander. I like the honesty." she seems to buy it well enough but once her expression sobers up she watches him more intently once again.

"And do you think you need them too?" She asks in return. She folds her arms loosely about her waist, relaxed while she converses with Alexander now.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The youth's response to the laugh is to sort of lift his eyebrows and offer an almost boneless shrug as if to say, 'hey, that's just how it is.' But his smile is warm, no umbrage taken at the laughter even as he takes another bite of the burger. She asks her next question and it spurs him on to chewing steadily, just a few lazy bites and then he says simply. "I would say no. But... I mean. Need is a strong word. I don't 'need' my arm. But I really like it." There, that's a good answer.
    He gives another nod and then looks away, but remembers something his father once told him about answering your superiors with the information they want, not only what they ask for, to do otherwise is a disservice.
    So he looks back to her and says, "I like them a lot. One of them, a heck of a lot. I am..." He stops and then says, "I know as an individual it is hard for me to connect with people. But they help me do better with that."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I am only repeating the word you used when you mentioned they needed you." Daisy notes, the corner of her mouth curling up in a faint smile. "Or you might just be circling about the issue." but then Alexander continues on and she 'ahhhs' understandingly. She knows well how it is wanting to belong somewhere, or with someone so a sympathetic look comes to Daisy's face, her slanted gaze lowering briefly. Very much as she was just a while back.

"It seems to me as if they have already become part of your life, the way you speak of them." she notes, "We all have our troubles connecting. Heh, you should had seen me a few years back." when she lived out of her Van like an hermit and being an hacktivist. Ugh. "But for some reason it seems to me as if you -think- you shouldn't really connect to people, instead of how things actually are. Whatever we were before doesn't mean it's all we will be in the future, or that we cannot be better." better than our parents, but she doesn't say that last part.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Mmmm," Is what Alexander first says, his eyes lifting up and away as he ponders the issue. A deep breath is taken and his nose crinkles thoughtfully. He then looks down at Daisy and usually... he'd just say something neutral, offer some rodeo clown of a topic to distract the issue if he felt it needed to be. But this particular adultish person has a good bit of intel. More than most at least.
    "I can see arguments on both sides. My dad..." His eyes lift again though with a visible shrug as if he didn't consider the next person he speaks of as strong of an opinion as his father, "And my grandfather, both told me about the hurdles of things to come. How we get old and people don't. How there's a lot of pitfalls ahead. Don't get too attached, don't commit to things because it's all fleeting and in the greater scheme of things doesn't matter?"
    At the last there his tone lifts up, as if he wasn't sure if he believed it or not. "But I figure maybe some of that I just have to experience it."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
That gets Daisy pondering, lips jerking from side to side while she considers Alexander's words. She does have some intel on Alexander, but perhaps not the details, or who exactly his family is. But in the end, does it really matter to her? The faint smile returns to her lips. "Getting consumed with our parents's struggles. I know how that can go." she nodding briefly, considering the young man, "Feeling like we only have one path to follow but in the end ...." she gestures with one hand about in a vague manner.

"You dont look the type that wants to live under their shadow. Or rather, you seem the type that wants to live and find attachments instead. What's the point otherwise?" for some reason she seems the type to have gone through rather similar experiences, a confidence to her tone.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
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    Eyes distancing, Alexander tilts his head sidelong considering Daisy with a view askance, as if trying to gauge her from an entirely different angle. He takes a deep breath and murmurs, "Is this stuff important?" He starts to close a little and she might catch him glancing over towards the clock. Perhaps he doesn't want to talk anymore, but also perhaps he does feel an obligation considering he has been tasked to participate with the 'experiment' that is Happy Harbor.
    He answers his own question with a small sigh and murmurs, "Though. Suppose data is data."
    "But yeah attachments. I like having friends, I like being nice to people. I like getting attention." His lip twists and then he flares his hands as if a firework was going off, "Surprise."
    But then he looks back at her, "But that might be because of my powers and what happened and all. Nobody wants to be hated."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"It's as important as you want it to be." Daisy replies with a light raise of her shoulders, dark brown gaze remaining fixed on the young man without budging. The mention of data makes her cant her head to the side. So that's what he thinks it is. She lets out a brief chuckle. "So you think this is about gathering data ...?" a shake of her head afterwards. "You are smart enough to know that I most likely have read about you by now. And believe it or not, there are others who have been in similar situations to yours."

Her arms then moving to fold back about her waist in a loose manner, "Many of those that have decided they'd help others go through those hurdles. Yet you are right when you say you will need to experience it, doesn't mean you will need to do so alone. Though you appear to have a good group around you."

But then a pause, Daisy furrowing a brow and then she asks. "Do you want to tell me why you think you would be hated?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Well," Alexander sits back in his seat and slouches a little, his clothes fwumpf up a bit as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Yah, and maybe there's something to be said for life lessons. All those things." Which is a curious position for someone his age to take assuredly.
    But then she asks that question at the last and he sort of heaves a small 'heh', just a sound that would almost be a laugh if he gave it more energy. "Well, nobody really wants to hang out with the God of Fear, right?" He says that so matter-of-factly, most likely figuring that she already had that piece of information.
    "And people..." He shakes his head a little, the side of his mouth twisting up a little sourly. "They don't really appreciate what that sorta means. Like back when some people knew they were all, 'oh my god scare me, scare me.'"
    He shakes his head again and frowns, brow knitting. "And doesn't matter what you tell them. Everyone thinks they have no fears, nothing to hide. And then..." He frowns and looks down. Stops talking.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It doesn't seem as if she was particularly aware of that 'god of fear' aspect, but Daisy takes it in stride, saying. "Damn, even I am not delusional enough to think I'd have no fears.." and indeed they seem to be present in her, even if not exactly fears about herself. She smiles faintly, then waiting until Alexander speaks talking. " .... and then you prove them wrong, making them barely want to have any kind of further contact with you." sure she knows how that goes. Being a mutant can be similar enough, even if not the same thing.

She then nods, as if coming to a decision, saying. "Ok then. I don't see anything that should warrant any kind of detention. Except being too slow to dodge, but that can be worked on." a brief grin lighting up her expression.

"Now, do you have any question for me?"

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Looking up, Alexander glances to the side, then back. "Yah. Kind of a lot in some ways. But they don't all need answering now." His lip twitches when she grins, as if almost drawn along with her good humor. Then he sort of holds it off by faking rolling his eyes to the side as he takes a breath. "Just mainly, I'm prolly going to college soon. I sorta want that experience. But maybe I should take an AP thing or two here so my variable in the big experiment is maintained or something?"
    He looks back and gives a small shrug, "The people here seem decent, and I have no idea how many people like me there are running around here. So I dunno."
    Then he straightens up, "Oh and also, you should tell me your whole story including all the embarrassing parts. Quid pro quo and all that. Only fair."
    With that he nods, having decided that it is indeed true.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"The objective isn't to get some good mark on some experiment, but to use this as an help to the future." Daisy explains, "You shouldn't feel pressured to stay here, or go. If you think it's not the time to go to college yet then don't. Though others that may or may not have powers around that I cannot share. Everyone likes their privacy. Yet you seem savvy enough."

A shrug but then she can't help it and lets out a soft laugh, it ringing in the air, " My -whole- story? I am just the new, weird IT teacher. Though I can tell you that a lot of my embarassing moments involve lemons, so there's that at least." and it seems to bring up a more pronounced grin when she remembers it, whatever those memories may be.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    A small hrmf comes from him as his lips twist to the side, clearly feeling like he's getting the short end of the stick here, but then he accepts it with a small shrug of his shoulders. "Alright then, Daisy." He reaches over and grabs his backpack up off the ground, slinging it over his shoulder with a casual shrug and then plants his hands flat on the arms of the chair he's sitting in.
    "I reckon that's it. Did you need me for anything else?" That said he pushes himself to his feet and takes another bite of his cheeseburger, chewing for a time and taking one last look around her 'office'.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"All in due time, Alexander." Daisy says in an appeasing manner, watching the young man get up to his feet. She does remain sitting though, gathering the remnants of the takeout bag and napkins to stuff them all together for later disposal "I am sure you will figure it out soon enough. Though one last thing, my door is always open, so if you need any help in the future you can come to me, no matter how big or small the issue may be, mmm?" she says with a rather genuine tone to her voice.

But before Alexander leaves she offers him some additional info. "And tell Bobbi I said hi."