After looking his room over and getting it straight, Garrett dumped the antibiotics out into the nightstand drawer and brought his satchel, since he could carry tools in it. He then made his way downstairs to the large shed that Neena had shown him. Upon opening the doors, it seemed that just about anything he could need was in here for these smaller repairs. He got a wheelbarrow and put a shovel, a machete, a box of lawn bags, a rake and some bottled water from the refrigerator into it. That should be plenty to start.

He wheeled his way across the grounds, making his way to the outer wall which surrounded the property. All in all, it didn't look too bad. Sure, it was going to be at least a month or two of solid work, but it wasn't as if he had much else to do. The outer wall made sense to him because although most of the school's population was its own best defense, he would hate to see a deer or other animal from the land nearby bound into the swimming pool and drown.

Arriving at the first section nearest the gates, he found a large part of the wall was not there anymore. Must have been quite a tussle, whatever it was. Best place to start. He unloaded the items and put them against the wall that remained. Looking around, he started sorting the usable bricks from the rubble, the latter being shoveled into the wheelbarrow.

She had woken up late that day with red-rimmed eyes and sallow skin. Sorrow was not becoming on Ghost. She took and shower and donned some of the plain clothes Neena had lent her: skinny jeans and a light buttercup yellow tee. She didn't bother with the clothes Otieno had bought her. She would hold out until he came back. That meant in her mind that he had to come back - because of course he would know about a mental bargain she had made with herself. It didn't have to make sense to give her hope.

She hardly glanced in the mirror before plastering a stupid grin on her face and heading down for a late... well, maybe it was lunch time by now. The usual rabble were making sandwiches and working on this or that. Maya had something a little more... labor intensive in mind. When she heard someone was out repairing teh wall outside she deemed it a perfect chance.

Ghost munched the last of her lunch while she threw together a sandwich and grabbed a handful of chips. People were always happier to let you help if you offered them a peace offering of food first. She folded the paper plate into a taco shape so she could hold it one-handedly. With her other hand she grabbed two water bottles and headed out for the wall.

She approached from down wind, sizing up the boy working on the wall. He wasn't super old, but he wasn't a kid. In fact they were much the same size, she guessed they could swap clothes and they may even fit. She'd never seen him around before, but people were usually nice around the mansion. There was no need to be afraid.

"Hello there!" She called as she walked the last few paces to join him where he stood. "It's lunch time, and I thought you could use a hand." She offered him the plate, trying to balance it so no chips dripped off the sides.

The wheelbarrow was full of rubble in no time. He looked around but couldn't figure out which pile of rubble was the real dump. Looking at the pile of usable bricks, it didn't look too bad, he might be able to get half of it put back without any new supplies. Efficiency is an early lesson on the streets. Make use of every little thing.

"Hello there!"

It snapped him out of his thoughts quickly, the work had put him in a nice state of mind. He looked around and there was a lovely little creature approaching him. Yet another beauty approaching him, this one with a plate of food! Perhaps he had died earlier and this was a beautiful angel. Come on, man, get with it. Speak. He smiled, nodded and took the plate from her.

"Ah, thank you very much.", he said, looking for ap lace to put the plate down. He set it on the good brick pile, then turned and offered his hand in greeting. "Garrett Wills. Good to meet you." He looked down and his hands were pretty dirty, so he took one of the bottled waters and poured it over his hands and wiped them on the back of his shirt. He then offered his clean hand again.

She woulda taken the dirty one had he left her the option. "Hello, Mr. Garrett Wills, I am Ghost." She shook his hand with a firm grip. She no longer felt awkward about giving away her mutant name when others supplied a supposedly real one. Familiarity was something that one must earn in Ghost's book. Maybe it was the years of living in a society that socially enforced honorifics and status markers.

"I heard there was some intense labor going on out here and I thought you could use a few extra able and willing hands." She cracked her knuckles and sized up the piles around, taking in all the work and planning he had done so far.

"Take your time eating. I can finish clearing things a bit if you don't mind..." She deferred to him in the situation since he obviously had control and seemed to know a bit about what he was doing. She was eager to just mindlessly exhaust herself, but she would be polite about things.

"Hello, Mr. Garrett Wills. I am Ghost."

Ghost. Well she did seem a little transparent. She was certainly not feeling herself, or so it appeared to him. He smiled as he ate a chip or two. "Ah, good to meet you, Ghost. I always used the name Seizure. I guess I am not down with the formailities here. I appreciate any help, though." He pointed out the process, separating rubble from usable bricks. "Any idea where the actual dump pile is? I didn't want to pour trash on someone's work. If anyone is working.", he chuckled as he added the sarcasm.

He was definitely glad to see someone show up who wanted to work. He respected that in people. He offered her the wheelbarrow to take the first load of rubble off, if she indeed knew where it went. He took the plate and the half full water bottle and sat against the wall, enjoying both the food and the view. It was probably obvious that he was staring a bit, but it wasn't in a rude way. She was just really beautiful. One after the next. Why would he ever leave?

If Ghost was beautiful, she obviously didn't know what she had. "There's a few dumpsters tucked away around back." She sized up the wheelbarrow and decided she could manage it without spilling if she took her time.

"I'll be back in a jiffy to show you where the next load goes." She caught him nearly spilling water on himself as he took a drink. "Don't forget to chew." She teased and she hefted the weight of the wheelbarrow. It was heavy and it was quite a way to the dumpster that she knew of.

Perfect.

She marched onward dutifully only spilling every great once in a while as she hit lumps of weeds or pits in the ground. She wondered if the plant kids were crying themselves to sleep at night at the state of the lawn.

She tipped the wheelbarrow at the side of the large dumpsters. They may have to shovel it into the metal structures by hand... or find a telekinetic to get the lot because there was no way she could think to dump the heavy load of rubble into the bin over the high lip.

She took her time walking back with the wheelbarrow also. There was no reason to trip and make a fool of herself. She would do things right, and it would provide Garrett time to adequately chew.

"Don't forget to chew."

Had he been that obvious? Whoa, tiger. Meet and greet went well, don't go gaga like that. She seemd to handle the wheelbarrow well. He scarfed down the food quickly while she gingerly moved the rubble. He indeed almost choked. So he actually chewed the food. It was a bad habit that came from the streets. Taking time to chew meant someone else might get whatever you were eating. It would probably be some time before he could become anything close to normal. Not to mention what the camps had done to him.

He stood and stretched, surveying the area. It was a long way over to the dumpsters. Maybe he could think of an easier way. Hopefully there weren't too many more holes, but judging from the look of the place, there surely were. She was on her way back now, he could see her coming. When she arrived, he started putting the good bricks in the wheelbarrow. " Chewed every bite. Sorry about that, but on the streets, chewing sometimes meant you missed out." He shrugged, smiling a bit.

"Chewed every bite. Sorry about that, but on the streets, chewing sometimes meant you missed out."

She nodded politely, but she was mentally in work mode. She noticed he was loading up the good brick and she tried to figure out what was happening next. When her mental inventory came up empty, she decided to ask.

"Where is this lot going?" She was no expert of building or rebuilding a wall, but she imagined that the good stuff went back where it came from and the rest went to the dumpster.

"Where is this lot going?"

"Well, I thought it might be good to go all the way down the wall and get all of the good bricks together. Then we can stack them all in a central location. Then everything left is rubble and can be cleared out easier. Seemed logical." His mind seemed to stay in a logical mode often. Made everything clean and proper. It seemd that it might be best to do alot of the jobs here in stages.People milling about here and there, if he stayed near the action, he might persuade some of these kids to do some work.

He thought about it as he looked for a good spot. He pointed to an area in the grounds with one lone tree. "Just offload any good bricks there. We can walk the perimeter and get all of the good bricks separated, then come back through and stack them all there. Then it will be easy to just load all the rubble indiscriminately." He nodded to himself. It wasn't a bad plan at all, certainly cut down on the chaos factor. "So how long have you been here?", he asked as he stacked the remaining tools neatly by the wall, taking shovel in hand.

She stopped for a sip of water before she helped him clean the site and load the last of the good bricks. "I've been here a few days... not too long really." She took the liberty of pushing the wheelbarrow as they started toward the indicated place. "When the camps were liberated I stayed a while at the Lab, but they could only hold so many vagrants for so long..." She helped him unload the bricks and make a tidy pile.

It was a hot day and beads of sweat were beginning to form at her temples. It was good to use one's body, to feel the muscles and tendons strain in some good old fashioned work. It made her feel decidedly... alive.

This time, she offered the wheelbarrow's reigns to Mister Garrett. "I may not have been here all that long, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that you're new around here as well... at least you weren't there for the grilled cheese a few days ago." She chuckled. "You start cooking something tasty smelling and voila - you may meet most of the house."

There was something interesting about how she pronounced some of her words. It wasn't incorrect. In fact, it may have been a bit too correct: saying "t's" and enunciating where most American's would be lazy.

Sun was coming up strong and bright, making the day hotter. The humidity wasn't all that bad, though. It can always be worse. Ghost's enthusiasm only made him work harder. As they were unloading the bricks, she mentioned the liberation of the camps. The camps. Medical. Tension gripped the back of his neck like a vise.The screaming, faint but present in his mind. He looked at her closer. No, she wasn't a patient. But anyone here could be.

His eyes snapped open as she was handing him the wheelbarrow. "What labs are you talking about? I went into a coma of sorts sometime near the camp's liberation. I think." He rubbed his temples, the screams and pleading rolling back through his mind like an ebb tide. He picked up the wheelbarrow and started walking farther down the fence line. "Grilled cheese, haven't had one of those in ages.", he said with a fake chuckle. He was trying to regain his composure. No reason to flip out every time he met someone.

She eyed him carefully. He had reacted ever so slightly, but she couldn't judge what he was reacting to. She thought he may be ill, but the moment passed and so she let him continue on without making a scene.

"Mondragon Labs." She replied dutifully. "If they ever buy cheese again, I'll make sure you get one." She wasn't flirting, just being polite really. They wheeled along according to plan. If Ghost saw something that looked like trash she would stop and fetch it and toss it in.

"It must've been a wild party they had here when the robots attacked." She commented idly, keeping the conversation politely rolling on surface subjects. "I'm glad I wasn't here for that part." She went to fetch a particularly large and oddly shaped bit of metal. Some of the things they picked up could only be explained by the fact that they were cleaning up the grounds for a mutant school.

Mondragon Labs. He thought he had heard talk of it on the streets, but he wasn't sure. He had missed alot in whatever time had passed after the camps. A slight wave of nausea floated over him, threatening to cut the work short. They had arrived at the other large hole in the wall. He quickly worked to scoop the bricks into the wheelbarrow, the sun's light becoming even brighter in his peripheral vision. He had better take a break or he would regret it soon, as sensitivity to light was a trigger.

" I think after this load, I ought to go inside for a few, cool off. My body is telling me I am overdoing it.", he said, perspiration freely flowing over him. He hated to be so weak, but considering what he had been through, he was doing well. He would just have to be logical and take the rest when needed. He certainly wouldn't get much done if he was out of commission for a day, laid up with a migraine. "After a rest, I would be happy to come back out. Or you can join me. Whatever you like." His sweat was turning cold on his back, the signs pointing inside.

She watched him carefully as they began to slow, but said nothing of his request for a rest. The breeze kicked up a bit ruffling her feathery white hair. "Don't even worry about it. I think I..." She abruptly stopped and changed her mind about whatever she was saying, "I think we can pick this up after a bit of a rest. Let me just dump this bit at the dumpster, okay, and I'll see you inside?"

She would probably pick up a few more things before taking the reigns of the wheelbarrow from Garrett. Normally she would have just thrown herself completely into the work and let the guy go cool down by himself, but something in the pallor of his skin was triggering her worry gene. She would try not to make a stink about it. There was no need to embarrass the guy when he had been a comfortable working companion. It was nice meeting someone laid back and she wanted to make sure such an unassuming guy wasn't overlooked... especially if he needed some help.

He was glad she didn't hassle him. This had been his project and he was handing it off to her, or so it seemed. He would return out here and work, but there was all the time in the world. He could feel a migraine sliding over his left eye, like an amoeba of pain. He smiled weakly and nodded to her as she was heading back to the dumpster. He covered his eye with his fingers and pressed slightly, milking it for tears. Somehow this seemed to relieve the pressure a bit. When you are in pain, you will do just about anything to get out of it, depending on its severity.

He started walking back to the mansion, the pain echoing in his head whenever his feet hit the ground. He called out to her, " I think I will be up in my room." Even the volume of the controlled yell was still enough to make his head ring. His body was a mess, too much too soon. He hoped she didn't think it was a trick to get her up there. He just needed to lie down and rest, regardless of who was there. He made his way up the stairs, holding the banister firmly with his right hand, the left shielding his eyes slightly like a visor. He traveled down the middle hall and opened the door to his room. He looked down the hall, realizing he hadn't told her which room he was in. He took his shirt off and dropped it in the hall outside his door. He left the door cracked and entered, hoping for some relief from the pain.

(OOC: I am going to my room in bedrooms thread now, will return here when i am better to go back to work.)Garrett's Room