Worth's Horrible English Class (Afterschool.)

[Ples Tibenoch]

Ples watched as he saw the man cough and nearly double over in pain. "Y-You seem to be in great pain.." He stated the rather obvious. "Do you need any more help?" He asked, only to feel his throat open once more by his unwilling tounge. "He needed help getting off the floor, of course he's going to need help to even take a step out of the room!" The darker tone growled from Ples' mouth. He let out a light gasp and placed a hand to his mouth.

"O-Oh my..." He cooed like a clearing to his throat. "Uh.. I think a doctor should give you a check up of some kind.." He then stated after some silence. "You look pretty beat up." Ples' tone was calm, but filled with bits of worry.

[Doc Worth]

Worth chuckled, once again, with major struggle. "I'll-- be fine... 'm a doctah n'way, since t' hospitals really f*$kin' expensive..." Well, that was a blatant lie about him being a doctor. The blonde looked up and stared once again. "'s jus' my blood... I lost a good bit o' it. " he paused and then glanced to his chair. "I, Uh, have this kid, Hanna, to help fix m' up." The teacher looked at his fellow teacher. "Ye... don't hav' t' stay. M' system's jus' failin', tis not that bad..."

"Doctor" Luce Worth was in worse shape than Hanna was in usual attacks...
He looked at the stranger, and stuck out a hand, "M' names Worth, Luce Worth..." He felt awkward not knowing the other's name.

[Ples Tibenoch]

The man before him was either dumb, or crazy. The fact he was stating that it was just his system failing was beyond the question. Was he truly being serious? Ples hoped he was not or he'd never forgive himself for even thinking of leaving this guy to rot. He even stated he was a Doctor. les tilted his head at that comment then calmly shook his head. "I find that truly hard to believe." He stated simply.

The mention of him loosing a lot of blood caught Ples off guard for a bit. "Maybe you should get looked at, still?" he figured with a shrug as he continued to stare with half opened eyes towards the man. But soon enough, the man stated his name, leaving it all in the open for Ples. He cleared his throat before offering a small smirk.

"Ples. Ples Tibenoch is my name." He answered with a cool nod of his head. "A... pleasure to meet you, Doctor Worth." Ples stayed put as he continued to hold that worried tone.

[Doc Worth]

Worth glanced up. "Tibenoch? I've heard a guy mention th't name..." he paused and then nodded. "Yuh, Hann'r n' his Nite'o the livin' boyfriend f*&kin' mentioned you..."

The blonde shrugged and plopped down into his seat. "Oi, c'n yuh get me somethin' in the cabinet ov'r there..." Once he directed Ples to the cabinent, he asked the man to give him one of the blood packets. He'd attempt a transfusion, since Hanna was taking forever. He laughed horsely at how weird the situation was. "'m sorry this s' so odd... Yer' a bit calm 'bout this though..." He glanced around his desk to find a needle and then something to make his vein show up more.

Worth looked up, noticing the man was still there. "Sorr' 'm not good company t' talk t', usually..." The blonde then smiled feeling the awkward tension. "S' yuh killed Lee Fauln?" (AND NOW IT'S TIME TO BULLSHIT THIS OR HAVE EVIL PLES GET PISSED OFF OR SOMETHING. LOL.)

[Ples Tibenoch]

The Doctor seemed to react odd towards Ples name. It was... rather expected, but he did not find his name to be all that odd. Supposedly he was mentioned by another? Ples almost felt honored, but no where near that feeling thanks to Worth and his lovely words. Soon enough, Worth asked Ples to get something from the near by cupboard. He moved to do so with a calm nod. He looked in only to see a few blood packs. His expression remained emotionless, but his eyes widened at the sight of them. He inched his hand in to take one. Slowly, he carried it over to Worth.

He let out a small chuckle at the being calm comment. "I-I am usually very calm.. It's always been like that with me." He shrugged and placed the bag by Worth on his desk. The man was gathering some items for his own used and Ples firmly took a step back. "What are you going to do?" He asked only to be told that he was just not good at small talk.

However, his last sentience tripped him up bit. "K-killed?!" he repeated with a shocked expression. However his dark brow arched down, and his lips curled to that of a grin. "I only mentioned what I knew. Mister Faulin did the rest..!" His tone was darker. Much more personified then his normal tone. "And how do you know of such knowledge? Has this story of ghosts been traveling to the darkest minds imaginable?" The voice of the now ranting Ples growled. His English accent strong and vibrant.

[Doc Worth]

[Ples Tibenoch]

"Tch.." The deep voice of Dark Ples hissed as the man stated the long story. He tilted his head as his ticking seemed to grow louder and louder with each passing minute. The man was weak. barely able to stand himself. Ples' slanted eyes continued to stare at him with a glare and a sneer in his expression. He already did not like this guy. Well, at least this side of him.

His call on acting up caused him to twitch. "Acting up?" He sneered as he continued to glare at the man. Ticking being ever so constant.

Ples stayed put as the man did his thing. Even though it was a very... odd view to see. As he was working on finding a vein, he asked if Ples was sure he was a clean man. His eye twitched as his dark tone remained. "It depends on what you mean by clean." He growled and stayed up. His glare still strong.

[Doc Worth]

[sorry I haven't been on recently. D:]

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He then shook his head and smirked, "If yuh' didn't do anythin', you'd be clean, but since I highly doubt yer clean, I know yeh must have done something with t' murder, or else yer' feathers wouldn't be so ruffled." [/ul]

[Ples Tibenoch]

((It's fine! xD))

"I'm not testy." Ples' dark voice growled to the weak Doctor. Practically stating him to be a murderer. Maybe he was right.

"I-I see that you are a bit more then just an English Teacher." Ples muttered calmly and held his hand to his side as he took a hold of his pocket watch. The ticking in sync with his own. He held a frown, trying to change the subject if possible. However, he felt it would be a hard feat to come by. This man sounded like he had more in mind. A habit of his, he opened the watch to get a good look at the time. He stared for a moment before clamping it shut. It was late-ish in the day. At least it was not nightfall. His eyes darted about before he glancing back to Worth.

"Why are you the English teacher?" He asked.

[Doc Worth]

[[OH MY GOD I'M SO LAZY. D: BY THE WAY YOU SHOULD START YOUR ACTUAL CLASS SO VESER CAN BOTHER YOU.]]

[/i] to be the English teacher, it's jus' this kid, Hanna... He, uh, forced me to, cuz' apparently 'm not allowed t' go without n' income anymore, apparently."

The blonde then ran a hand through his hair. "So Mist'r Tibenoch, why are you a teacher here?"[/ul]