Not So Sneaky, Sir [Vidar]

[Wicked]

Dolly waltzed up to the school as she so often did, like she owned the place. Not a care in her mind, stoned out of her brain and trying to head up to her room.

She'd spent the entire day with her dealer/fuck buddy and she was walking just a little bit strangely, her eyes just a little too glassed from the Visine. She reeked like pot and cigarettes.

Over her ears she wore a set of rather large headphones, blasting only the latest in angry metal. Surely something indecipherable to the rest of the world, the sound muffled and busy.

Dolores was still wearing that tiny little cropped tank top sans bra, the little pleated and chained skirt, sans panties, and the combat boots. Her clothes and hair were obviously unkempt by this point, she just wanted to slink up to the dorms and have a shower. It was time to pass the fuck out.

She was burning out hard.

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[Vidar Anfinson]

Vidar was working up close to the Mansion today, and had been for most of the day. Planting some new bushes, flowers, fertilizing everything, edging, trimming, weeding. Really, it had been an all day job and one that would continue into tomorrow and probably the next day until he was completely done and satisfied with the job. There was still the uprooted tree from the cookout to deal with too, but he was still physically recovering from his injuries from that and it would be a bit longer before he was up to addressing the task of dealing with the tree.

He was momentarily distracted from his work when he caught someone, a student, working their way up the drive. Correction, her way. Even at the range he was at with his enhanced vision he could tell the blue haired student was dressed in such a way that nothing was left to the imagination. She was dressed like a whore, very much in violation of the school's dress code. Not to mention the lack of bra and panties. The feathered man's lip curled back in disgust as he rose to his feet and wiped his hands on a hand towel before dropping it on the ground.

The girl was not going to enter the Mansion dressed like that.

Not by a long shot.

She was going to have a chat with Warren, Bobby, or Jean though.

That was, most assuredly, going to happen.

Feathers ruffling he marched angrily down the drive in the direction of Dolly, peeling off his disgusting, sweat soaked shirt in the process. The shirt smelled awful, and it should all things considered. No doubt the goth was not going to like what was coming.

The Norwegian didn't care.

She really should have thought of the consequences of her action in dressing like a whore before she did it. Actions had consequences and Dolly was going to learn that in a most unpleasant way. Because she wasn't going into the Mansion until she covered herself up.

"Cover your shame," Vidar all but snarled at her, throwing the shirt at her to put on. Given their vast size difference it would be, almost, a dress on her. Certainly more modest than what she had on.

If he had to, he'd force her into the shirt.

He sniffed the air. Pot. The teen reeked of it. In the Netherlands, not a big deal. Here in the United States, where it was illegal, a big deal. They would definitely be going to find one of the administrators in short order to deal with this situation.

"Dress yourself and come with me," the avian man said in a low, almost dangerous tone, eyes narrowing at Dolly.

[Wicked]

Wicked's way was blocked by the very bird man she'd been bitching about with Gomorrah earlier in the day.

Well that was just f***ing perfect.

As he approached her, he removed his stinking, fetid shirt, revealing his feathered torso and glaring at her as she strode toward the school. She returned his glare, daring him to even speak. And he did.

"Cover your shame."

"Excuse me?

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The question or statement was really rhetorical. She'd heard him, she knew what he was talking about but the pure gall of this man, when she was on her way up to dress more appropriately to accommodate their stupid f***ing dress code. God she hated it here.

She caught the shirt and stared at him for a moment.

"Dress yourself and come with me."

The shirt was rank, and dirty. There was no way that she'd be putting that on. No way in hell. She narrowed her eyes right back at him and spoke in an equal tone. "f***ing make me.[/b]" She dropped the shirt and tried to walk around him, of course being blocked by him.

f*** this guy.[/blockquote][/justify]

[Vidar Anfinson]

Not unsurprisingly the girl was wanting to get an attitude about the way she was dressed. Of course, Vidar supposed he would have wanted to get defensive as well if he was dressed in as lacking a manner as Dolly was. Still, she wanted to be forced to dress appropriately. There was always an easy way and a hard way to do things. Dolly had chosen the hard way. Very well.

Challenge accepted.

"Mission accepted," he growled at the teen. In a flash Vidar had snatched up the shirt and roughly forced it over Dolly's head. Her hair was now even more disheveled than it had been a moment ago. Not his problem. He also couldn't have cared less if her arms were pinned by the sides of the shirt or through the sleeves or not.

"March," Vidar snapped, prodding the girl in the back. The shirt fell down almost to her knees and was far more appropriate than how she had been dressed a moment ago. "Bobby, Warren, Jean... pick."

[Wicked]

Before she knew it, Vidar had taken her request literally and was trying to force the disgusting shirt over her head. She fought, but of course to no avail. He actually got the best of her, but it would have taken a few minutes. Her arms were not in the sleeves, the shirt itself covering more than her skirt had and she cast him a glare that clearly suggested that if she could, she would kill him.

And she probably would have if her power was more offensive.

In the struggle, she lost control of her powers, accidentally summoning three large ghosts that towered over the feathered mutant. They didn't do much of anything, because Dolly wasn't really thinking about it at the time. She probably could have had them pick him up and carry him off. She probably should have.

He poked her roughly in the back, as if her senses weren't already being assaulted enough by the revolting smell of his body odor. Her face scrunched up against the smell, she took several reluctant steps before the ghosts started hurling insults at the birdman.

"Jealous you can't have a crack at her crack or what, man?"

"Shame is a learned trait, sir."

"Nah, he just knows he'd never have a chance in hell with the little slut."

Well that last one was just a double edged sword, wasn't it?

Dolly cast an annoyed look up at the ghosts that were following them, oddly mouthy this time around. Usually they didn't say much. She wasn't willing to risk any more trouble by getting them to assault him, she knew what would happen if she did.

No matter how much she bitched about this place, she knew it was still better than the alternative.

"I'm not picky; where do you think I'd get the hardest beating, sir?

[/b]" her tone was testy and sarcastic, the 'sir' added to the end just dripping with attitude. She flashed a wicked smile at him as he shoved her along her path to whatever office he'd drag her to. "Be careful, I might just enjoy it.[/b]"

As she walked, she shoved her arms through the sleeves and dragged her fingers through her hair in an attempt to brush it back down. She hated it when it was all messed up and in her face.

"OOoohhh she's got a mouth on her, you sure you don't want to spank that ass yourself?"

"A bit of righteous retribution is in order."

"Corporeal punishment, anybody?"

Then came the chorus of haunting, echoing laughter. Every time she heard it, it gave her goosebumps. She fucking hated her power. This was definitely some kind of otherworldly punishment.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Vidar Anfinson]

There was, of course, a brief struggle as Vidar forced his disgusting shirt over Dolly's head. It wasn't as if the girl could stop him anyway. Not only was he physically bigger, but he also had vast amounts of combat training. Cracked ribs or not, she was no match for him. Plus, as far as he was concerned being forced into the nasty work shirt was simply part of the punishment for her choices.

In the tussle it seemed that Dolly had lost control of her powers. Of course, Vidar had a pretty good idea of what was going on since he'd made it his business to do his best at finding out exactly what each of the students in the school would do and, naturally, it was one of the questions they were asked at enrollment. So, for the faculty and staff the information was hardly a secret.

As he duck marched the blue haired teen into the Mansion her apparitions started in on him making all manner of lewd and off color remarks. The bare-chested Norwegian shrugged them off. In his time in the military he'd been called far worse and had far worse insinuated about him. Still, the actions of her friends would also be reported when they found their way to the office.

"I'm not picky; where do you think I'd get the hardest beating, sir? Be careful, I might just enjoy it."

"No need to sir me, I was only a sergeant," the winged man snapped back at Dolly as they entered the school and started in the direction of Jean's Office. "If I get my way... I'll be handling your punishment... personally." She could continue sniping at him all she liked, she wasn't about to bait him into attacking her. That would be the height of stupidity.

The specters continued their useless verbal assaults as Vidar marched Dolly through the corridors and up the stairs. As they moved he noted she was trying to make herself appear more presentable. Not that it mattered much. His report to Jean would be quite thorough.

Within a few moments they had come to a halt before Jean's office door. Brushing past Dolly, Vidar raised a taloned hand and knocked several times on the door before standing back and assuming a parade rest position, hands behind his back, waiting for Jean to answer.

[Wicked]

Dolly offered a sarcastic grin as he snapped back at her, communicating rather effectively that she didn't give a fuck. She also didn't give a fuck that he might be handling her punishment personally.

By now, her spectres had lost interest and floated off, probably to elsewhere in the mansion. Whatever, at least they were leaving her alone. She couldn't stand being followed by them for long, it was creepy and annoying, and she'd never heard them chirping like that before in her life. Though she supposed the attitude of the ghosts depended on the personality of those she summoned. She'd never really know for sure.

"I'll bet you will, birdbrain.

[/b]" She figured she was in shit either way, might as well live it up while she was here.

Her evil gaze never left the birdman the rest of the way to the office, and even into the office as Jean opened the door for them. She walked in ahead of Vidar and plopped her ass down in a chair across the desk from Jean.

She'd been in this position before, she knew the fucking drill.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Jean Grey]

Jean heard the knock at the door and barely even lifted her head, using her telekinetic powers to open the door quickly. She recognized the knock as Vidar's, not many other faculty members bothered knocking anymore. Now that they knew she wasn't going to snap and kill everyone on campus.

She was sitting behind her desk, working on an awful lot of enrollment papers and insurance ... she didn't even know anymore, truth be told. She needed a break from sitting behind a wooden desk, staring at a computer screen and wearing the stiff, professional looking suits that she'd taken to since becoming Headmistress.

When Vidar and Dolores strode into her office, she'd just taken a bite of a scone. Hurriedly, she brushed the crumbs off of her sky blue blouse and straightened out her black jacket.

The shirt that girl was wearing was FILTHY. Jean could smell it from the doorway. She cast Vidar an odd look, assuming that what she wore beneath what was clearly his shirt was inappropriate. He probably shouldn't have taken it upon himself to cover her, but she understood his reasoning. Raising her eyebrow slightly as the girl continued to glare at Vidar in an entirely confusing manner, she beckoned them inside and watched as Dolores sat in the chair directly across the desk from her.

Jean stood and grabbed a black blouse from a hat rack and handed it to Dolores. "Take that off, will you?

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Dolores did, and what she wore beneath was beyond revealing. It left very little to the imagination. Jean was surprised she hadn't been approached about it on her way out by any number of the current faculty.

Jean looked at Dolly a moment, a concerned look spreading across her face. "Would you like to tell me a little bit about why you're here? Or should Vidar be the one doing the talking?[/b]"

Dolores glared at Jean, keeping her mouth shut. It was clear this was going to be a troublesome situation. She looked at Vidar, and then back at Dolly as she noticed that the young 'lady' hadn't moved to put the blouse on at all.

"Would you put that blouse on, sweetie? I'd prefer not to see all you have to offer.[/b]" She looked back to Vidar, waiting for him to explain what was going on.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Vidar Anfinson]

"Would you like to tell me a little bit about why you're here? Or should Vidar be the one doing the talking? Would you put that blouse on, sweetie? I'd prefer not to see all you have to offer."

Vidar watched the scene unfold in Jean's office as the blue haired teen refused to cooperate with Jean in putting on the offered blouse while the shirt that he had given the teen resided on the floor. Jean, apparently, wasn't sure how to handle uppity brats that thought they were hard. Vidar, on the other hand, knew exactly how to handle them. They needed to be handled the same way a senior NCO handled a junior officer that thought their butter bar meant they knew more than the senior NCO with more than ten years experience.

Feathers ruffling slightly he crossed to his shirt and retrieved it from the floor. On the way back to his spot in the doorway, blocking the only exit from the office that wasn't a window the big Norwegian stopped and leaned down low enough to speak directly into the teen's ear.

"The blouse or my shirt, pick," he growled in her ear. The implication was clear. He had forced her into the shirt once, he could force her into it again if need be. If the latter course of action was to be pursued, there would be no hesitation on the part of the ex-soldier.

Once that situation had resolved itself and Vidar had resumed his place in the doorway. Obviously Dolly had no desire to speak and that was perfectly fine. All things considered he had his doubts she'd be able to tell the truth regarding the events of the day without omitting everything.

"Clearly you've noticed the dress code violations," Vidar began, feathers ruffling. "I apologize for my own stench, and I imagine it's covering the stench of cannabis that's all over this girl," the Norwegian continued, gesturing in Dolly's direction. He'd been around long enough to know what the scent of that particular drug was. "The use of which is illegal and not decriminalized. This is America, not Denmark."

"There is also the matter of her gross insubordination towards myself, both with her actions and the actions of her summoned spirit friends," Vidar said, ticking things off on his fingers as he spoke. He thought for a moment and narrowed his eyes slightly deciding to push on.

"Personally, I feel that the punishment structure here is not stringent enough. A thirty minute detention is not a deterrent, nor is a day of ISS which allows the troublesome students to get away from the teachers they obviously loathe, as evidenced by their actions," Vidar spoke in a serious tone and his eyes narrowed a bit more in Dolly's direction. He was loathe to make his next admission.

"I would like permission to handle her punishment personally," he said. "Frankly, I am still recovering from injuries sustained in the incident at the lake. I anticipate being completely healed in three weeks. However," the avian man continued, making a face of disgust, "I must admit that an assistant would be helpful for the next three weeks and I'd say this one," he jerked a thumb at Dolly, "has just volunteered."

[Wicked]

Wicked spoke not a single word. She continued on looking at Jean as she asked her questions, taking the blouse she was offered and removing the rank shirt forced upon her by Vidar. He, of course, strode into the room and growled in her ear, as if it was at all intimidating. She simply couldn't have cared less, though she did put on the blouse in the end. More because Jean had asked her to than his barking orders in her ear.

She couldn't have f***ing hated that guy any more than she did right now.

And then he went on to speak.

He explained the dress code violations and how much he stank, and how he could smell the pot on her. He threw his opinion in the face of the headmistress about the structure of the punishments in place here and how he didn't see them as a deterrent. And they really weren't for the most part. She glared at him the entire time he spoke, biting her tongue though all she wanted to do was hurl more insults at him, accuse him of untoward intentions.

Requesting he handle her detention himself. Was he for real?

When he finished speaking, Wicked sat and looked back to Jean, wondering what her final deliberation would be. She wished very much that she had the same powers as the headmistress, so she could have any idea of what was actually going on inside the two older mutants' heads. There was too much up in the air here for her. If they did decide to conduct a search and managed to find that hidden pocket, which she was sure they would, she knew that she would be removed regardless of anything that Jean could do.

Even though there was all of this at stake, all she could truly think about was the fact that Derrick didn't need this kind of attention. She was nearly praying that Jean didn't dig around in her mind too much. After a moment, she tried to distract herself, but there was nothing her thoughts could offer Jean besides the hidden pocket in her purse and desperately wanting a shower.

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[Jean Grey]

Jean listened to everything Vidar had to say without batting an eye. There was plenty there that he was saying she could get behind, though she wasn't entirely sure that she would list their detentions as completely useless. She sat and listened, silently and patiently as Dolly stared at the faculty member who brought her in. She must have admitted that she did enjoy Vidar's more organized and militant way of handling things. It worked better with the more problematic students.

When he was quite finished, Jean brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat.

"While I understand your frustrations with Dolores on this matter, as I understand it she has little to no control over the actions of her 'friends' beyond the physical damage that they inflict,

[/b]" Jean went on in calm, measured tones. Dolly's thoughts were practically calling out to her. She had no idea who Derrick was, what he did or where he was, though she didn't believe it to be a pressing issue at this juncture. The issue here was that she knew, and Dolly could hardly keep her mind away from the marijuana in her purse. "Though I do not doubt that there was, indeed, an insubordinate attitude from her.[/b]" Jean looked directly at the blue haired mutant and proceeded to tell her the current plan. "I understand that this will anger you, I have no real choice in the matter. I am going to grant Mr. Anfinson his wish to assist in your punishment, and in the morning you and your belongings will be subjected to a search, in light of the suspicion of illegal narcotics.[/b]"

'I am giving you until the morning because as I have gathered from your thoughts, you are in possession of enough marijuana to have you forcibly removed from our custody, and I would like to have the opportunity to, at the very least, help you get a handle on your powers personally, if not redirect your frustrations to a more healthy outlet. Please dispose of your drugs and paraphernalia before the search at eight am. Mr. Logan will be conducting the search. '

Looking back to Vidar, she offered a friendly smile. "Vidar, if you would please, let Dolores travel back to her room on her own, do have a shower and rest. you've been through quite a bit. Dolores, I suggest you do the same. I will see you in the morning with Wolverine to conduct the search of your room.[/b]"

There was really not much more to be said. She flipped open a book to continue her paperwork until it would come time for her to retire to her room.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Vidar Anfinson]

Vidar stood quietly in the doorway, not moving and still blocking the exit though he did move to pull his shirt back on once Dolly made the decision that he had known she would make in pulling on the blouse that Jean had offered her. He would move in a moment, first, he wanted to make sure that Dolly heard what he was going to say to Jean.

"I can hardly think," the big man said, feathers ruffling a bit as his eyes narrowed in Dolly's direction, "that this is not the first time this student has been in trouble, either here or elsewhere. What she needs is strict, regimented, military-style discipline. We also have a tree that needs to be dealt with on the grounds. I propose she work in a boot-camp style environment on clearing the tree or three weeks, whichever is longer." Vidar paused for a moment and thought on the best way to phrase what was coming next.

"I suspect this will require Administrative approval. I do not wish to fight Dolly on this point so I will ask now, while she can hear the response. I would have her work two hours before school, four hours after, and twelve hours on Saturday. Sunday, of course, is a day of rest. I would also like to require the student that ripped up the tree to assist. He made the mess, he can help clear it up. I think both of them should have their privileges of leaving the school grounds revoked until everything is seen too. That much wood would make a wonderful bonfire for their fellow students and allow their labor to go towards a useful purpose in serving their fellow students."

"In The Prince Machiavelli says: 'He who has not first laid his foundations may be able with great ability to lay them afterwards, but they will be laid with trouble to the architect and danger to the building.' The safest plan is to illustrate, through punishment now, that actions like Dolly's and the telekinetic boy's will not be tolerated and will be met with considerably more harsh punishment than a simple detention. I will, naturally, closely supervise all the work for the sake of safety."

Vidar stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, not caring a bit that his quoting of Machiavelli might seem out of place for a simple groundskeeper. Once he knew exactly what Jean would allow he would bow out and return to his duties outside.

[Jean Grey]

Jean thought for a few moments before she would respond to Vidar's proposal. It was a good idea, if a little bit strict. There wasn't a whole lot she had to add to it or to advise him against. She was already kind of done dealing with this situation but it was a good thing that Vidar decided to run all this past her. It was important that she address the issue immediately.

"This does sound like a very wise idea. I think that perhaps they should not be allowed to leave the grounds barring anything within reason...

[/b]" she thought a moment longer before continuing on. Certainly Julian's parents would be thrilled to understand that their 'problem child' was being dealt with in a fitting manner. But possibly not. Not that it actually mattered. "I think that perhaps you should drop the two hours in the morning. It seems a little excessive to me. Besides that you have free reign, Vidar. Again, within reason. If ever you have any questions regarding this do feel free to contact me. It is very important that we communicate on this issue. Good night.[/b]"

Jean was EXHAUSTED and couldn't wait to retire for the night. Right now she almost didn't care what happened to those students as long as they were dealt with and learned their lessons. Vidar was clearly an intelligent man and she trusted his judgement on this matter. As long as he ran anything extreme by her first. Sleep deprivation wasn't something she was going to allow. Waking the students up that early would reflect poorly on their grades.[/justify][/blockquote]