Post by anomaly on Feb 15, 2016 6:08:06 GMT
Donna settled into her chair, Jody was gone on a work-related vacation, it had taken her forever to admit that Donna could hold the fort down for a bit. It wasn’t such a big deal, Donna knew how to handle them – even the ones driving her crazy; she quirked her lips in amusement as she thought that. Coffee was going, she had some snack food on the table for the people that often wandered in and out of the main cabin.
She heard the motorcycle a while back, decided against going out there to check on Zenia. They all came into the cabin when they were ready; some took longer than others.
When she heard the front door open, she looked up, ready to accept whomever was coming in. “I’m in the kitchen,” she called out.
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She had unpacked her panniers while waiting for the coffee to finish brewing and already downed a couple cups. Traveling the road was hard on the body and the mind, she needed the caffeine. Another thing that being nomadic made difficult, doing laundry and she'd been in such a hurry to get home again that she hadn't stopped to do any.
One thing she hadn't yet equipped her cabin with yet was a washer and dryer. That meant she either had to use the laundry room in the dormitory, or to pull staff privilige and use the one at the main cabin. She usually opted for the latter because she wouldnt' have ot deal with the kids staring at her underthings.
Tossing the cover sheet from her bed in a hamper she brings out from a closet, she collects her dirty clothes into it. On top, she tosses her conditioning and cleaning kit for her leathers. While she waited for her clothes, she wanted something to do and since her bike gear was grimy, she had the perfect task. She slips on a pair of chucks and a jacket before dropping her leathers on top of the basket and locking the cabin behind her. With a loaded arsenal mounted above and around her bed, she tended to lock her doors so the kids couldn't get their hands on her weapons.
It was a short walk along the trail that started near the bridge over the creek on the grounds, to get to the buildings clustered around the main cabin. She knew it like the back of her hand since it met the road near her cabin and she used it frequently instead of following the vehicle flattened dirt path the long way. Emerging from the woods by the dorm, she bypasses it in favor of entering the larger home. Laundry was in the back but she came in the front because it was usually unlocked. Not that she didn't have a key if she needed one, she just couldn't be bothered.
Donna's voice wasn't entirely unexpected and she follows it to the kitchen where she finds the bubbly blonde.
"You've got coffee on. You're an angel." She chuckles as she drops the hamper near the doorway to the laundry room and sheds her jacket to drape it over the back of a chair. "I need more after rattling through rain storms the last few days."
Not that she waits for an invitation to help herself, moving to collect a mug and then fill it with the steamy caffeinated goodness. She waits to speak again until she's fixed her coffee the way she likes it and looks over the rim of her cup, "How have things been here?"
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“And the machines are clear right now,” she nodded toward the hamper as Zenia walked over to the doorway. “I can do them for you if you’d like,” she picked up her own cup, knowing how much of a pain it was to have to do laundry after some time away. “Naw, I’m not the angel around here,” she giggled at her own joke as she shifted around to sip her coffee and watched Zenia busy herself in the kitchen.
“It’s been…” she gave a slow nod, “hectic.” A soft laugh came from her lips, “you missed me being very drunk.” She held up a hand, “something I’m never doing again. But, Salt Lick has great drinks, you should check it out.”
Silence, she took another sip, putting the cup down as she considered her words. “Jody left for business,” she rolled her eyes, “do you know how long it took me to get her out of the door?” A grin settled on her lips, “so I’m in charge. Be afraid.” A tilt of her head, “how are <i>you</i>? You don’t often stay away without checking in.”
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Oh that was a relief, she didn't feel like boosting someone else's laundry so she could do hers. It just wasn't right. She grins at hearing Donna's offer and glances towards the laundry room.
"I can't let you do that. This stuff has been damp and crammed into my bags for days. The stench alone might kill you."
Though it would have been nice to just be able to sit there and talk, she just couldn't foist this job off on anyone else.
Setting her cup on the table, she listens as Donna recounts what's been going on in her absence, even as she collects her leathers and kit from on top of her clothes.
"You got drunk?" She looks over her shoulder at the blonde with a raised brow, "Who did you let coerce you into doing that? And how bad was the hangover?" If she remembered correctly, Donna and drunk didn't mix well. "Once I'm caught up on my sleep, I'll go check out the bar. At least for when I don't feel like cooking." Not that she couldn't just join them all for meals here.
She tosses her first load into the washer and returns to the table with an armload of black leather, mud streaked but no longer dripping. "I'll clean the table when I'm done." She gives a grin before dropping them on the smooth surface next to her kit. "I can't let them sit like this any longer."
The news that Jody was off on business was a little surprising but she simply nods. "I imagine you had to fabricate some kind of emergency somewhere off site just to get her to leave." She pauses to start rubbing a damp cloth over her chaps. "And then locked her out somehow? Is that gate down at the highway lockable anymore or is it open all the time now?" Not that it made a difference to her as she'd laid a demon trap under the dirt at the beginning of the drive when she'd first settled in, then covered it over again. It was meant to be a permanent fixture if ground heave hadn't mucked it already.
She sips from her coffee cup and looks out the window at being questioned about her extended absence, "Found a few things that needed taken care of." One shoulder rises in a shrug and she turns her attention back to the cleaning task at hand. "Stopped off to visit an old friend. Like I always do." She gives Donna a smile but doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It's getting harder to do these days and maybe eventually I'll quit going to see them."
Watching old friends and the few distant branches of family from afar was becoming more and more difficult. Seeing them going on with their lives that no longer included her. It hurt and even here at the Academy, no one knew.
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Donna made a little look as she understood what Zenia meant by not wanting to handle the clothes herself. She didn’t mind the smell much, but she wasn’t going to argue, so she nodded in agreement. “Okay then,” she flashed her a smile while taking another sip. “No problem,” she gestured to the leather, “Ashe does the same with his…” She gestured to the table, not wanting to mention what Ashe tended to do.
“Then there’s Claire,” a pause, she pursed her lips in thought, “but then again. Everyone uses this table,” she studied it for a moment, all its nicks. “It has history,” she finally nodded, chuckling, “look at me, I’m all deep today.”
She laughed when Zenia asked about being drunk, “Castiel and I went out for a bit,” she crinkled her nose in amusement. “We were celebrating Claire coming home,” that was all she would say before she moved on. “The hangover was a few days long, no thank you.” She shook her head, finishing off her coffee before standing up to put the empty cup in the sink. “I should have thought about locking the gates,” she laughed, “but yes, they lock. I just… I got used to everyone coming in and out that I forget,” she rolled her shoulders in a shrug before leaning against the counter to watch Zenia work on the leathers.
“It’s never easy, you know?” Her voice was soft, “It’s like….” She bit at her lips in thought, “everyone keeps going, but they don’t know that we’re the reason they keep going. It’s not something we can advertise.”
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She wasn't trying to shut the blonde out of helping, she just really didn't want to offend her friend's olfactory senses. Pausing in her scrubbing of the leg coverings, she sets them down on the scarred tabletop then looks to Donna again before gulping more of her cooling coffee, "Ashe does the same with his what?" She raises a curious brow, her mind going over all kinds of possible ideas. Not all safe or clean.
A quiet chuckle escapes her as she finishes one leg and starts on the other, one ear cocked towards the laundry room. She'd set the washer for the long cycle because there was no way her clothes were coming clean without it.
"Claire..." She muses for a moment before nodding, "Right, Castiel's host's kid." Alright, the girl wasn't so much a kid anymore. None of the younger set really were kids anymore but to her, they were.
"A few days?" Even her worst hangover hadn't taken that long. She stares at Donna, hands stilling at their task, "A few days? My god, what did you drink? Bad moonshine?" Or was that the stuff that would make you go blind? She couldn't remember and it had been forever and a day since she'd been in the Smokies. "Who was looking after this place while you were incapacitated?" Not that there was a dearth of adults around to step in should it become necessary.
She speaks simply, "I locked it when I came in but if everyone's used to it being open, we're going to have a problem." She wasn't a security expert but she couldn't have more deaths on her hands. Not if she could help it. "Or at least, we could have a problem if something nasty comes knocking."
She had started cleaning the second leg of her chaps but once more her hands come to a stop, "No, they don't know that we've sacrificed for them and their safety. And it's made worse when you can't go home again. Can't go back to who you were and where you're from." Lifting her head to look at the other woman, she pastes a smile back on her face, "So when am I back in the teaching rotation?"
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“His usual stuff,” she laughed, “nothing bad.” She held up her hands, blushing as she looked at Zenia, understanding the question in the eyebrow. A shake of her head, she dropped her hands, “he’s been helping out some of the kids.”
She wandered over to the table, scooting her chair back so she wouldn’t be in the way.
“Jody was here, it was before she left,” she chuckled, “I caught hell from her afterwards.” She gave a look of amusement, “it was just really good stuff.” She lifted her shoulders, “did you know Angels don’t really taste the food, but they taste molecules?” She grinned, “isn’t that cool?! But other than that, I don’t remember anything much.” She shrugged, “Castiel got Jody to take me home, he went to do his own thing. You know how Angelboy is.”
She smiled lazily, nodding, “we’ll have to check the gates, I’ll put that on the to-do list.” She wasn’t doing this to amuse Zenia, she did agree that they needed to make sure that the place was secure.
A slow nod, her smile fading, “At least you have a home here,” that was the point of the Academy, to give them a home when they felt they couldn’t stay where they were. A lift of her eyebrows, “well, we’ll have to do it soon because Jody’s out. When are you ready?”
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She laughs a little at the expression on Donna's face and the crimson creeping up the woman's neck. "Sorry, you know I have a dirty mind sometimes." An amused smirk touches her lips as she continues, "Besides, I try to get most of that dealt with when I'm away." And that's where she leaves that subject.
"How is he with them? What is he teaching them?" There was so much information and many tactics to deal with different situations so most of the time, they always had something new to teach the younger set. And sometimes even the adults who sought refuge at the Academy. The dark side of the world didn't discriminate by age.
Taking a deep breath, she shrugs off the depressing thoughts of her now non-past and focuses on the present. "I'm sure Jody read you the riot act about how you have to be the responsible one? The example?" Sometimes, Jody had a stick up her ass. Most of the time, she ignored the woman's bluster and just used her common sense.
"Molecules?" She can't help parroting back as she resumes her cleaning task. She still had to condition her chaps, then clean and do the same to her jacket. "Angel's taste on the atomic level? Are you kidding me? So not just spice or texture but the actual molecules?" She shakes her head, rumpled still drying blonde tresses swaying about her shoulders with the motion, "That is crazy Donna. Are you sure Castiel wasn't joking with you?" Then again, Angelboy as he'd been called, didn't always grasp the nuances of humanity.
"Give me a couple days to get some class plans put together. What needs covering lately?" Since she'd gone away, someone else must have had to step into her place and cover what she would be teaching. Now it would be her turn but her strengths were definitely the sigils and traps. She had an artistic eye and used it to her advantage.
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“He helps them with the weapons, takes them out in the woods.” She nodded some, “I think it’s a nice break from dealing with people,” she shifted her eyes, lifting her shoulders, “like me.” She smiled brightly, she did know she could be a bit too much sometimes, but she couldn’t help it. She had a lot of love to give.
“Yup,” she chuckled, “a couple times, then she made sure that I could repeat everything back to her word for word.” She shrugged, “Jodes means well, you know that. She put a lot into this place, the boys trust us – so we want to make sure this works.” She nodded somewhat thoughtfully, “also, the people here trust us,” she crinkled her nose, “at least, I hope they do.” She did take this role seriously, more seriously than anyone understood.
“Molecules!” She chirped, “exactly, it’s like…” Donna chuckled, “it’s like they only taste the molecules, I wonder if they can change that.” A shake of her head as she tucked her legs under herself in the chair, “nope. You know Castiel can’t joke to save his life.” She smiled, “when he does joke, it sounds like Dean or Sam talking, you know it.”
She smiled, “no one can really do the sigils that well, I don’t do the bloody stuff, so….” She crinkled her nose, “Ashe and the others have been making sure the wards stay, but I know you know the stuff.”
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She raises a brow at hearing Ashe's duties, "He's doing gun training? Or blades?" Expert on those she wasn't, but for her own weapons. She'd trained with them until each was an extension of herself. There were clearings scattered around the property and when she didn't have duties, she'd set up targets. Bladed weapons only however as discharging a gun without a proper safety range set up was just plain stupid.
"A break from dealing with people?" She questions, "He'd rather deal with teenagers?" Shaking her head, she chuckles quietly, "My hat's off to him if that's his choice." Depending on how the day went, sometimes she wanted to throttle the mouthy twerps. "I go away when I need a break from people." She laughs and resumes her cleaning once more. It always took her longer to do things when she came to the cabin but she enjoyed it because it meant she was part of something, a community. Granted her going away usually meant encountering monsters of some kind, it was why she had a police scanner app on her phone.
She nods to Donna and the fact that Jody had actually entrusted the running of the place to the cheerful woman. "I know you can handle this gongshow. You're a cop for crying out loud, just like she is. You had the same training, she just got indoctrinated into the demons and angels side of things sooner than you did. Besides," She pauses a second to down another couple gulps of her coffee, "I know the dumb blonde thing is an act." She was teasing but there was truth within the statement as well.
Dean, Sam and Cas were an amusing bunch. You had to know how to read them to know what was really being said and done. It took a while to learn that skill and given she hadn't been around them as much besides a fleeting pass, she was still acquiring it. Castiel however, was like an open book in his inability to grasp the finer aspects. "I know what you mean."
Giving a quiet sigh, she raises a brow at Donna, "So basically the part of things has sat by the wayside while I've been gone? No one's been teaching these kids how to draw the right kind of traps? A simple pentagram just doesn't cut it you know." She wasn't chastising Donna by any means, instead disappointed in the rest who did know more. "I guess I'd better do a walk around the perimeter and make sure they're all strong then get back on the podium." Which left precious little time to catch up on her sleep but she'd manage. She grins as she offers, "You could sit in on the classes you know. Learn the stuff for yourself."
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Donna chuckled, shrugging, “some of us deal with teenagers better than others. I don’t mind them much, I just wish…” She trailed off, giving a soft smile, “I wish I had seen them before they had their armor, you know?” She rolled her shoulders, pushing off the chair, she needed to move again. She’d probably put on her workout clothes and go for a walk. She needed to do something… anything..
Donna just laughed, “I’m still learning.” She wasn’t going to give in to the jibe, “but I do know how to do this. Jody knows too, this is her baby too.” She shrugged.
“I’ll go around the perimeters, I need to move anyway.” She looked at Zenia’s leathers, “and that’s not going to take care of itself.” She looked over at her, shrugging, “I might. But..” She looked over at the clock, “I’m gonna slip and do the checking.”
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Some days, she remembered what it was like to be a teenager, before everything went crazy as fuck. Other times, she knew she was staring at shells of who these kids were. Rarely did anyone see the real souls beneath. She sighs and nods, "I know what you mean Donna. That haunted look that never really leaves them, the signs that they've seen things they were never prepared for." A rueful smile touches her lips as she continues, "It used to be prom dresses and football games and now I'm sure they're floundering." Getting through was hard and she understood it well.
She looks up with a surprised expression at the offer, frowning faintly, "Oh? No. Donna, you don't need to do that. I didn't mean right now. Just sometime in the next couple days." But it seemed her protest was to fall on deaf ears as the other woman makes her exit. "I'll see you later then." She had laundry to finish first anyhow.
She heard the motorcycle a while back, decided against going out there to check on Zenia. They all came into the cabin when they were ready; some took longer than others.
When she heard the front door open, she looked up, ready to accept whomever was coming in. “I’m in the kitchen,” she called out.
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She had unpacked her panniers while waiting for the coffee to finish brewing and already downed a couple cups. Traveling the road was hard on the body and the mind, she needed the caffeine. Another thing that being nomadic made difficult, doing laundry and she'd been in such a hurry to get home again that she hadn't stopped to do any.
One thing she hadn't yet equipped her cabin with yet was a washer and dryer. That meant she either had to use the laundry room in the dormitory, or to pull staff privilige and use the one at the main cabin. She usually opted for the latter because she wouldnt' have ot deal with the kids staring at her underthings.
Tossing the cover sheet from her bed in a hamper she brings out from a closet, she collects her dirty clothes into it. On top, she tosses her conditioning and cleaning kit for her leathers. While she waited for her clothes, she wanted something to do and since her bike gear was grimy, she had the perfect task. She slips on a pair of chucks and a jacket before dropping her leathers on top of the basket and locking the cabin behind her. With a loaded arsenal mounted above and around her bed, she tended to lock her doors so the kids couldn't get their hands on her weapons.
It was a short walk along the trail that started near the bridge over the creek on the grounds, to get to the buildings clustered around the main cabin. She knew it like the back of her hand since it met the road near her cabin and she used it frequently instead of following the vehicle flattened dirt path the long way. Emerging from the woods by the dorm, she bypasses it in favor of entering the larger home. Laundry was in the back but she came in the front because it was usually unlocked. Not that she didn't have a key if she needed one, she just couldn't be bothered.
Donna's voice wasn't entirely unexpected and she follows it to the kitchen where she finds the bubbly blonde.
"You've got coffee on. You're an angel." She chuckles as she drops the hamper near the doorway to the laundry room and sheds her jacket to drape it over the back of a chair. "I need more after rattling through rain storms the last few days."
Not that she waits for an invitation to help herself, moving to collect a mug and then fill it with the steamy caffeinated goodness. She waits to speak again until she's fixed her coffee the way she likes it and looks over the rim of her cup, "How have things been here?"
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“And the machines are clear right now,” she nodded toward the hamper as Zenia walked over to the doorway. “I can do them for you if you’d like,” she picked up her own cup, knowing how much of a pain it was to have to do laundry after some time away. “Naw, I’m not the angel around here,” she giggled at her own joke as she shifted around to sip her coffee and watched Zenia busy herself in the kitchen.
“It’s been…” she gave a slow nod, “hectic.” A soft laugh came from her lips, “you missed me being very drunk.” She held up a hand, “something I’m never doing again. But, Salt Lick has great drinks, you should check it out.”
Silence, she took another sip, putting the cup down as she considered her words. “Jody left for business,” she rolled her eyes, “do you know how long it took me to get her out of the door?” A grin settled on her lips, “so I’m in charge. Be afraid.” A tilt of her head, “how are <i>you</i>? You don’t often stay away without checking in.”
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Oh that was a relief, she didn't feel like boosting someone else's laundry so she could do hers. It just wasn't right. She grins at hearing Donna's offer and glances towards the laundry room.
"I can't let you do that. This stuff has been damp and crammed into my bags for days. The stench alone might kill you."
Though it would have been nice to just be able to sit there and talk, she just couldn't foist this job off on anyone else.
Setting her cup on the table, she listens as Donna recounts what's been going on in her absence, even as she collects her leathers and kit from on top of her clothes.
"You got drunk?" She looks over her shoulder at the blonde with a raised brow, "Who did you let coerce you into doing that? And how bad was the hangover?" If she remembered correctly, Donna and drunk didn't mix well. "Once I'm caught up on my sleep, I'll go check out the bar. At least for when I don't feel like cooking." Not that she couldn't just join them all for meals here.
She tosses her first load into the washer and returns to the table with an armload of black leather, mud streaked but no longer dripping. "I'll clean the table when I'm done." She gives a grin before dropping them on the smooth surface next to her kit. "I can't let them sit like this any longer."
The news that Jody was off on business was a little surprising but she simply nods. "I imagine you had to fabricate some kind of emergency somewhere off site just to get her to leave." She pauses to start rubbing a damp cloth over her chaps. "And then locked her out somehow? Is that gate down at the highway lockable anymore or is it open all the time now?" Not that it made a difference to her as she'd laid a demon trap under the dirt at the beginning of the drive when she'd first settled in, then covered it over again. It was meant to be a permanent fixture if ground heave hadn't mucked it already.
She sips from her coffee cup and looks out the window at being questioned about her extended absence, "Found a few things that needed taken care of." One shoulder rises in a shrug and she turns her attention back to the cleaning task at hand. "Stopped off to visit an old friend. Like I always do." She gives Donna a smile but doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It's getting harder to do these days and maybe eventually I'll quit going to see them."
Watching old friends and the few distant branches of family from afar was becoming more and more difficult. Seeing them going on with their lives that no longer included her. It hurt and even here at the Academy, no one knew.
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Donna made a little look as she understood what Zenia meant by not wanting to handle the clothes herself. She didn’t mind the smell much, but she wasn’t going to argue, so she nodded in agreement. “Okay then,” she flashed her a smile while taking another sip. “No problem,” she gestured to the leather, “Ashe does the same with his…” She gestured to the table, not wanting to mention what Ashe tended to do.
“Then there’s Claire,” a pause, she pursed her lips in thought, “but then again. Everyone uses this table,” she studied it for a moment, all its nicks. “It has history,” she finally nodded, chuckling, “look at me, I’m all deep today.”
She laughed when Zenia asked about being drunk, “Castiel and I went out for a bit,” she crinkled her nose in amusement. “We were celebrating Claire coming home,” that was all she would say before she moved on. “The hangover was a few days long, no thank you.” She shook her head, finishing off her coffee before standing up to put the empty cup in the sink. “I should have thought about locking the gates,” she laughed, “but yes, they lock. I just… I got used to everyone coming in and out that I forget,” she rolled her shoulders in a shrug before leaning against the counter to watch Zenia work on the leathers.
“It’s never easy, you know?” Her voice was soft, “It’s like….” She bit at her lips in thought, “everyone keeps going, but they don’t know that we’re the reason they keep going. It’s not something we can advertise.”
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She wasn't trying to shut the blonde out of helping, she just really didn't want to offend her friend's olfactory senses. Pausing in her scrubbing of the leg coverings, she sets them down on the scarred tabletop then looks to Donna again before gulping more of her cooling coffee, "Ashe does the same with his what?" She raises a curious brow, her mind going over all kinds of possible ideas. Not all safe or clean.
A quiet chuckle escapes her as she finishes one leg and starts on the other, one ear cocked towards the laundry room. She'd set the washer for the long cycle because there was no way her clothes were coming clean without it.
"Claire..." She muses for a moment before nodding, "Right, Castiel's host's kid." Alright, the girl wasn't so much a kid anymore. None of the younger set really were kids anymore but to her, they were.
"A few days?" Even her worst hangover hadn't taken that long. She stares at Donna, hands stilling at their task, "A few days? My god, what did you drink? Bad moonshine?" Or was that the stuff that would make you go blind? She couldn't remember and it had been forever and a day since she'd been in the Smokies. "Who was looking after this place while you were incapacitated?" Not that there was a dearth of adults around to step in should it become necessary.
She speaks simply, "I locked it when I came in but if everyone's used to it being open, we're going to have a problem." She wasn't a security expert but she couldn't have more deaths on her hands. Not if she could help it. "Or at least, we could have a problem if something nasty comes knocking."
She had started cleaning the second leg of her chaps but once more her hands come to a stop, "No, they don't know that we've sacrificed for them and their safety. And it's made worse when you can't go home again. Can't go back to who you were and where you're from." Lifting her head to look at the other woman, she pastes a smile back on her face, "So when am I back in the teaching rotation?"
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“His usual stuff,” she laughed, “nothing bad.” She held up her hands, blushing as she looked at Zenia, understanding the question in the eyebrow. A shake of her head, she dropped her hands, “he’s been helping out some of the kids.”
She wandered over to the table, scooting her chair back so she wouldn’t be in the way.
“Jody was here, it was before she left,” she chuckled, “I caught hell from her afterwards.” She gave a look of amusement, “it was just really good stuff.” She lifted her shoulders, “did you know Angels don’t really taste the food, but they taste molecules?” She grinned, “isn’t that cool?! But other than that, I don’t remember anything much.” She shrugged, “Castiel got Jody to take me home, he went to do his own thing. You know how Angelboy is.”
She smiled lazily, nodding, “we’ll have to check the gates, I’ll put that on the to-do list.” She wasn’t doing this to amuse Zenia, she did agree that they needed to make sure that the place was secure.
A slow nod, her smile fading, “At least you have a home here,” that was the point of the Academy, to give them a home when they felt they couldn’t stay where they were. A lift of her eyebrows, “well, we’ll have to do it soon because Jody’s out. When are you ready?”
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She laughs a little at the expression on Donna's face and the crimson creeping up the woman's neck. "Sorry, you know I have a dirty mind sometimes." An amused smirk touches her lips as she continues, "Besides, I try to get most of that dealt with when I'm away." And that's where she leaves that subject.
"How is he with them? What is he teaching them?" There was so much information and many tactics to deal with different situations so most of the time, they always had something new to teach the younger set. And sometimes even the adults who sought refuge at the Academy. The dark side of the world didn't discriminate by age.
Taking a deep breath, she shrugs off the depressing thoughts of her now non-past and focuses on the present. "I'm sure Jody read you the riot act about how you have to be the responsible one? The example?" Sometimes, Jody had a stick up her ass. Most of the time, she ignored the woman's bluster and just used her common sense.
"Molecules?" She can't help parroting back as she resumes her cleaning task. She still had to condition her chaps, then clean and do the same to her jacket. "Angel's taste on the atomic level? Are you kidding me? So not just spice or texture but the actual molecules?" She shakes her head, rumpled still drying blonde tresses swaying about her shoulders with the motion, "That is crazy Donna. Are you sure Castiel wasn't joking with you?" Then again, Angelboy as he'd been called, didn't always grasp the nuances of humanity.
"Give me a couple days to get some class plans put together. What needs covering lately?" Since she'd gone away, someone else must have had to step into her place and cover what she would be teaching. Now it would be her turn but her strengths were definitely the sigils and traps. She had an artistic eye and used it to her advantage.
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“He helps them with the weapons, takes them out in the woods.” She nodded some, “I think it’s a nice break from dealing with people,” she shifted her eyes, lifting her shoulders, “like me.” She smiled brightly, she did know she could be a bit too much sometimes, but she couldn’t help it. She had a lot of love to give.
“Yup,” she chuckled, “a couple times, then she made sure that I could repeat everything back to her word for word.” She shrugged, “Jodes means well, you know that. She put a lot into this place, the boys trust us – so we want to make sure this works.” She nodded somewhat thoughtfully, “also, the people here trust us,” she crinkled her nose, “at least, I hope they do.” She did take this role seriously, more seriously than anyone understood.
“Molecules!” She chirped, “exactly, it’s like…” Donna chuckled, “it’s like they only taste the molecules, I wonder if they can change that.” A shake of her head as she tucked her legs under herself in the chair, “nope. You know Castiel can’t joke to save his life.” She smiled, “when he does joke, it sounds like Dean or Sam talking, you know it.”
She smiled, “no one can really do the sigils that well, I don’t do the bloody stuff, so….” She crinkled her nose, “Ashe and the others have been making sure the wards stay, but I know you know the stuff.”
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She raises a brow at hearing Ashe's duties, "He's doing gun training? Or blades?" Expert on those she wasn't, but for her own weapons. She'd trained with them until each was an extension of herself. There were clearings scattered around the property and when she didn't have duties, she'd set up targets. Bladed weapons only however as discharging a gun without a proper safety range set up was just plain stupid.
"A break from dealing with people?" She questions, "He'd rather deal with teenagers?" Shaking her head, she chuckles quietly, "My hat's off to him if that's his choice." Depending on how the day went, sometimes she wanted to throttle the mouthy twerps. "I go away when I need a break from people." She laughs and resumes her cleaning once more. It always took her longer to do things when she came to the cabin but she enjoyed it because it meant she was part of something, a community. Granted her going away usually meant encountering monsters of some kind, it was why she had a police scanner app on her phone.
She nods to Donna and the fact that Jody had actually entrusted the running of the place to the cheerful woman. "I know you can handle this gongshow. You're a cop for crying out loud, just like she is. You had the same training, she just got indoctrinated into the demons and angels side of things sooner than you did. Besides," She pauses a second to down another couple gulps of her coffee, "I know the dumb blonde thing is an act." She was teasing but there was truth within the statement as well.
Dean, Sam and Cas were an amusing bunch. You had to know how to read them to know what was really being said and done. It took a while to learn that skill and given she hadn't been around them as much besides a fleeting pass, she was still acquiring it. Castiel however, was like an open book in his inability to grasp the finer aspects. "I know what you mean."
Giving a quiet sigh, she raises a brow at Donna, "So basically the part of things has sat by the wayside while I've been gone? No one's been teaching these kids how to draw the right kind of traps? A simple pentagram just doesn't cut it you know." She wasn't chastising Donna by any means, instead disappointed in the rest who did know more. "I guess I'd better do a walk around the perimeter and make sure they're all strong then get back on the podium." Which left precious little time to catch up on her sleep but she'd manage. She grins as she offers, "You could sit in on the classes you know. Learn the stuff for yourself."
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Donna chuckled, shrugging, “some of us deal with teenagers better than others. I don’t mind them much, I just wish…” She trailed off, giving a soft smile, “I wish I had seen them before they had their armor, you know?” She rolled her shoulders, pushing off the chair, she needed to move again. She’d probably put on her workout clothes and go for a walk. She needed to do something… anything..
Donna just laughed, “I’m still learning.” She wasn’t going to give in to the jibe, “but I do know how to do this. Jody knows too, this is her baby too.” She shrugged.
“I’ll go around the perimeters, I need to move anyway.” She looked at Zenia’s leathers, “and that’s not going to take care of itself.” She looked over at her, shrugging, “I might. But..” She looked over at the clock, “I’m gonna slip and do the checking.”
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Some days, she remembered what it was like to be a teenager, before everything went crazy as fuck. Other times, she knew she was staring at shells of who these kids were. Rarely did anyone see the real souls beneath. She sighs and nods, "I know what you mean Donna. That haunted look that never really leaves them, the signs that they've seen things they were never prepared for." A rueful smile touches her lips as she continues, "It used to be prom dresses and football games and now I'm sure they're floundering." Getting through was hard and she understood it well.
She looks up with a surprised expression at the offer, frowning faintly, "Oh? No. Donna, you don't need to do that. I didn't mean right now. Just sometime in the next couple days." But it seemed her protest was to fall on deaf ears as the other woman makes her exit. "I'll see you later then." She had laundry to finish first anyhow.