black_hawke

Name: Whit!
Personal Journal: t0_th3_m00n
Email: amysterioussomeone@gmail.com
AIM: c4n7 dr1v3 55

How's my driving? See anything I can do better or fix? Want to plot? Drop me a line here, (or on AIM or through e-mail, if you'd rather do that) and let me know! Anon commenting is ON. IP logging is OFF. Comments are SCREENED.

[DON'T WORRY, SMASH ACADEMY]

( YOU'RE SAVED )

[OR NEVERMIND WAIT MAYBE NOT]

These creatures appear to be bulletproof.

I trust you are all aware that recent events are no excuse to be unprepared for class, which will happen as usual on Wednesday.
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( Private to Jake, viewable to Lash )

[Bah. Hawke doesn't do Christmas. It's silly.

But whatever, he's not a total scrooge. Lash, Raiden, and Canas get Christmas bonuses. Like last year, they are not very generous Christmas bonuses. IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS.

Lash is a little more special so she receives lint a nice leather holster for whatever raygun she is carrying around lately. It slides right on her belt and is totally super fashionable.

MERRY CHRISTMAS.]

( Private to Raiden, Canas, Zapdos, Jake, and sure ok Maxwell and Kirby can come too. )
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( Private to Robotnik. )

((OOC: DON'T MIND HAWKE BEIN HAWKE. Nothing's concrete, so don't let this stop anyone from organizing separately/getting in on the robot punchings/Lash rescuings. If anyone wants to go with his crew, just ping me and we'll MAKE IT HAPPEN.))

( HAWKE WRITES A LOVE LETTER )

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I stepped on a pumpkin returning to my office today. You should all be more careful about where you place them.

After an entire week of tirelessly developing my newfound psychic ability, all I managed to do was move a pencil several inches and almost open a door.

Though I suppose it's better than being unable to do any of that at all.

How disappointing. I wanted to explode people with my mind.

[SO IT'S LASH'S BIRTHDAY.

Hawke doesn't really care about birthdays but he made an exception last year, so he figures he should make one again this year. For the birthday of everyone's favorite wunderkind, he did a few things, the first of which was give Maverick a talking to.

He was not entirely sure how he could outdo last year's rifle, but he got her a few things anyway--some explosives, a maintenance kit for said rifle, and an afro pick that is also a knife a butterfly knife because those things are cool.

There was a message for her, too.]
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( Private to Lash, unhackable. )

Apologies for my absence. Tactics and Strategy will be begin at its usual time on Wednesday afternoon.

Greetings to new staff and students. My name is Hawke, and I teach the aforementioned class. If you have any questions about it or are interested in enrolling, feel free to speak to me here. I don't know why I'm bothering to introduce myself it's not like I care about any of you haha suckers.
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( Private to supercool Black Hole dudes Lash, Flak, Raiden and Canas, unhackable. )
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( Private to Lash, unhackable. )

( Narration )
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I have business to attend to elsewhere for the time being.

( Private to Lash, Flak, Raiden and Canas aka super cool Black Hole dudes, unhackable. )

[It started with a pricking sensation, like he'd just been stung by a bee or stuck with a pin. Hawke tried to smack the offending insect off but found nothing, and went on his merry way.

That is, until he laid eyes on a tiny, blue-haired plant girl. All of a sudden he stopped short! What on earth was this feeling? It was as if some freak strain of the flu had descended on him--he felt instantly feverish and uncomfortable, and he was sure he was flushing. HOW STRANGE. Of course, Hawke, never having cared for more than one human being in his entire life (not including himself, of course), could not put a word to this strange feeling of wanting to projectile vomit every time Ionia popped into his mind.

With being unable to put a word to this strange feeling, all Hawke could really do was...follow her. Around. A little bit. Just to see if it would go away.

This would not be creepy at all.]

[Soooomebody saw the calendar today and was a grumbly grump grumpypants.

Everything will be just fine as long as he is not ambushed with party hats.]

( Private to self, hackable because I am a jerk. )
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I find it's still too cold to do much reading outside. There is a new coffee shop downtown, and I think I will take advantage of it. It seems a suitable place for peace and quiet. And coffee.

Though now that I've mentioned it, I most likely won't have any at all.

[Christmas? What is this Christmas? Hawke doesn't celebrate holidays. Holidays are silly and money is better spent building tanks and hiding them from Orange Star.

...But then other people started getting him gifts and he felt kind of bad.

So Lash, Flak and Raiden get a penny, a gold star, and the lint from his pockets respectively Christmas bonuses.

They are not very generous Chrismtas bonuses, and there is an apology note to Lash (because he feels really bad because she got him an awful lot for Christmas) saying that he wasn't exactly expecting gifts and thus he was not prepared for this silly, silly holiday. She also receives various gadgets that are obviously meant to enhance the ROBOT but he knows she'll use them however she wants.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.]

( Private to self, unhackable. )
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( Private to Lash, Flak and Raiden, unhackable. )
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It has come to my attention that someone finds it very amusing to deliver anonymous love letters to my dorm. I was willing to overlook the first time, but now I can assure you that I am significantly less enthralled there is glitter in my hair and it will not come out. This is your chance to stop this foolishness and come forward and I suggest you take advantage of it immediately.

As...heartwarming as it is to bear witness to a secret admirer finally mustering courage and confessing to their one true love...

You put your note on the wrong door. Miss Aran lives in the apartment next to mine. Please make sure you have the correct room number next time, I'm sure it will save you a great deal of trouble. And try not to use such an off-putting perfume.

That was an experience I'd rather not speak of ever again.

I'm sure all of you realize the events of the past two weeks are not an excuse to slack off.
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( Private to Lash when she returns, unhackable. )

I don't find this funny at all, and Lash broke my door at three in the morning and I want an explanation from the lunchbear.

This is completely ridiculous. I am going to stay in my dorm until this wears off. It's going to wear off, right? My coat doesn't fit anymore.