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Timothy Matheson

Law Student

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a character in “The Once and Future King”, as played by SkullsandSlippers

Description

Age:22
Height:5'11
Hair:Dark Brown. Grows quickly but he keeps it neatly trimmed.
Eyes:Dark Brown

Other physical:Tim keeps his face clean shaven. He bears a tattoo on his right shoulder blade. He got it when he still played hockey.
Image

There are numerous scars on his body from the car accident though most are white and in places, hard to see.

His body is lean but muscular. Tim regularly works out in the school weight room and it shows. He dresses conservatively, sweaters, t-shirts and jeans when in school. Dress slacks and shirts, suits when working.

Works in a Community Legal Services office as often as he can and is a law student at Ambrose.

Personality

Tim prides himself on being loyal to his friends. He enjoys a good challenge and hard work. Law, especially when it was helping those who needed it most always appealed to him.

He is very busy, his time divided between school and the office. He loves hockey though rarely sets foot on the ice anymore. He would tell you it is due to no free time but there is a sadness behind it.

Equipment

Shares an apartment with two others. His room is neat and tidy. He has shelves full of law books. A hockey bag sits at the bottom of his closet. All his clothes are neatly hung up or folded and his bed is always made.

History

Timothy was always an athletic kid. He loved to run and climb but hockey was his passion. He played from the time he could wear skates and hold a stick. He joined the highschool team and in his first year at Ambrose he was on the second line of the University's team.

One night he and a few of the guys were out blowing off steam and there was a car accident. None of the guys could remember clearly what happened but the boy driving hit a transport truck and died on impact. Tim was in the passenger seat and his legs were broken, as was one of his arms and numerous other cuts and gashes to his body.

He was in a coma for two days, rehab for eight months and lost a full year at school. Through determination and hard work Tim was able to recover and physiotherapy gave him back his mobility and strength again.

He has stepped on the ice again since the accident but it doesn't feel the same as it once did. Now he throws himself into his school and work.

So begins...

Timothy Matheson's Story

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She crossed the campus, coffee in hand and headphones in her ears. Her phone was stashed in her coat pocket and her music was loud in her ears. Deirdre had decided to go to her classes today. With two afternoon classes and two evening ones she wasn’t working and no one would be going out until much later. She’d be able to catch up on the lectures, make an appearance where needed and still have time to go home and change before she went out.

She inhaled the crisp, cool air. Her eyes glanced up at the blue sky. How many days like this had she wasted in a studio, at a barre or in a rehearsal room with no windows at all?

Her hat,a grey beret held her hair down and the rest flowed long down her back like a waterfall.

“Black his hair as winter’s night,
White he rode as the summer snow,
Red his face as the morning light;
Cold he lies in the grave below.

My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed,
Under the willow-tree.”

Deirdre sang along to the song as she headed to the student union building. She planned to kill the time before her first class by catching up on some long over do reading. Her messenger bag bounced lightly at her side as she pulled the door open.

She headed for a bank of comfortable couches and gracefully removed her bag, laying it on the seat. Her coat was removed, along with her scarf. Her hat remained. Deirdre sat down. Her posture was impeccable, almost regal from years of strict ballet training.

Taking a drink of her coffee her hands removed a book from her bag. She cracked it open and began flipping. A book for one of her history classes. They were discussing medieval poetry, specifically love poems. Deirdre always had a soft spot for this sort of thing. The ballets she loved to dance in the most were one with stories of tragic love. Giselle, La Sylphide and even Sleeping Beauty. Not that she had any experience with love herself. She had never had a boyfriend. Dance and lessons had always come first. There was no time for friends or boys.

”Things are going to be different now.’ Unversity, no more dance classes and rehearsals and a life of her own. Deirdre was free for the first time in her life and she intended to take every advantage of it.

Her eyes scanned the poem.

Love me slou
And love me drou
And love me layde on bere
Love is my pes
For love I ches
Man to buyen dere


She frowned. ”And in English that means....” Deirdre’s eyes moved to right side of the page where the translation lay.

Love killed me
And love dragged me
And love laid me on the bier
Love is my peace
And for love I chose
To redeem mankind at great cost


”How can this be? I loved you both, how...” He was pacing and distraught. Her chest hurt and she was crying. Beside her he was on his knee, at the feet of his king and friend. “Arthur, my king, my heart...” She stepped forward. “How can you say such things to me?” There was a pain in his eyes that she could not bare to see and her eyes were cast down. In front of her was the man who was her heart and behind her was the man who was her soul. She stood between them.

Deirdre shook herself and looked around bewildered. ”Where the fuck did that come from?” It was vivid and very real, yet she had no idea where it came from and why it had happened.

Her eyes went to the words of the poem again but Deirdre shut the book. She took a drink of her coffee. ”Maybe I am hungry. Yeah that is likely it.” She knew it wasn’t but felt like if she kept saying it that she could convince herself it was just that simple.

She looked over at the boy on the next couch. “Do you think you could watch my things for me for a moment? I am just going to run and grab something to eat.”

He looked up. There was a momentary pause before he answered her. “Of course.” He gave her a slight nod.

Deirdre gave him a polite smile and nod in return. He was cute, dark hair and dark eyes. “I will only be a minute.”

He shook his head. “No trouble, really. I am at your service.” He chuckled and smiled.

Deirdre laughed lightly, “Why thank you gallant sir.” She turned and walked off. A shiver ran up her spine. ”Silly poem.”

She went to cafeteria area. By passing the salad bar and sandwiches, she immediately headed to the where the hot food was being cooked. “Bagel with cream cheese please.” Deirdre waited and was eventually handed her food. She made her way to the cashier, grabbing two chocolate bars on her way by.

Food paid for, Deirdre returned to her seat. “Have no fear, no one has accosted your things. I have preserved them for you.” Him smiled as he spoke.

“Why thank you and as a token of my appreciation for your service please accept this humble snack.” She held out one of the bars to him.

“I am unworthy but hungry so I’ll take it.” He winked at her. Deirdre sat down, laughing.

There was a moment of silence as she poked at her phone and ate her bagel. He opened the chocolate bar with a crinkling of the wrapper.

“My name is Tim by the way.” He was somewhat awkward and tentative. She looked over at him, her phone still in hand. “Deirdre, nice to meet you Tim.”

Again silence fell between them. The student union was busy and more and more people walked by.

“I have to go to class. Will you maybe be around later Deirdre?”

Again, she turned to look at him. “Well I am around most of the day but I do have classes. Hopefully we can run into each other again.” She smiled.

“Great! I hope to see you later then!” He walked off quickly, leaving her sitting there on the couch.

Deirdre smiled and poked at her phone again. ”I can get used to this.”

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“Freedom means the supremacy of human rights everywhere. Our support goes to those who struggle to gain those rights and keep them. Our strength is our unity of purpose. To that high concept there can be no end save victory.”

Tim’s eyes were on his page, re-reading the chapter for his human rights and liberties class when the voice made him look up.

He had come to relax in the student union before class, he had caught a quick nap when he first arrived and now going over his notes and reading. He chose the student union because most of his buddies were either at one of the frat houses, hung over or just still asleep. He never expected to be interrupted.

“Do you think you could watch my things for me for a moment? I am just going to run and grab something to eat.”

At some point the couch next to his had become occupied by a rather pretty woman. Now she was talking to him, asking him a question. It took Tim a moment to process that she was speaking to him.

He was silent for a moment. “Of course.” He gave her a nod. His dark eyes looked her over. She was only a little shorter than he was, her hair very long and the grey hat set off her eyes. Tim felt like he knew her or had seen her before but he was sure that he hadn’t.

She smiled, a sweet small smile but it too seemed familiar. “I will only be a minute.”

He shook his head. “No trouble, really. I am at your service.” He laughed off the overly chivalrous talk and smiled back, a little wider. He wasn’t normally so formal with women but something about her made him sit a little taller and feel the need to be more than just polite.

The woman laughed, it was light and joyful. Tim frowned. He knew that laugh, he was sure of it. “Why thank you gallant sir.”

He watched her walk away, back straight and head high. “That was weird.”

Passing it off as nothing but an odd encounter Tim went back to his book. It wasn’t a great deal of time before she returned. Tim looked up as she sat down.

“Have no fear, no one has accosted your things. I have preserved them for you.” He smiled but inwardly he was rolling his eyes. ”You sound like you are trying to woo her. You sound like an idiot.”

“Why thank you and as a token of my appreciation for your service please accept this humble snack.” She held out one of the bars to him.

”But she is playing along so...”

“I am unworthy but hungry so I’ll take it.” He gave her a wink. For a moment there was silence between them. Tim opened the chocolate bar and took a bite. He looked over at her, bagel and phone in hand. She was pretty and Tim decided to find the nerve to speak to her more.

“My name is Tim by the way.” He was sure she was about to shoot him down, ignore him or worse. Instead he was met with a look from her blue eyes. Again he was struck by a sense of the familiar but he couldn’t place it.

“Deirdre, nice to meet you Tim.” She went back to looking at her phone.

Tim was pleased as he took another bite of the chocolate. He glanced at his watch. “I have to go to class. Will you maybe be around later Deirdre?”

He began to pack up his books, shouldering his bag.

“Well I am around most of the day but I do have classes. Hopefully we can run into each other again.” She was smiling at him again and Tim stood.

“Great! I hope to see you later then!”

He walked off, practically in a run in order to make it to his class. He hoped he would run into her again.

Tim took a seat at the back of the class just as the professor began the day’s lecture. Human rights were the backbone of places like legal aid. Tim focused, made neat and precise notes. He wanted to help people.

An hour later, Tim headed off across campus to another class though this was anthropology and not nearly as engaging. His mind wandered during the talk to Deirdre and the fact that he felt like he had met her before. He went through years and years of memories from highschool and hockey games but he couldn’t place her. He resolved to ask her if he happened to run into her again.

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Tim made it through anthropology. He headed back to the student union but was disappointed not to find Deirdre. He really wanted to ask her some questions and the nagging feeling he had earlier wasn’t gone.

Tim finished off his day, taking in two more lectures and then one more stop to look for Deirdre.

By dinner time he was on the subway and off to the office. He opened the door and was met by a group of people sitting in chairs in the waiting area. Always, there was always a wait. Tim smiled wanly and headed into the back.

“Hey Matthew. Quite the crowd this evening.” He dropped his bag on a chair in the small break room. The other man, a law student like himself was sitting, reading the paper and eating a sandwich.

“Hey Tim. Yeah well there is that housing case. You know the one where the apartments had mold and no heat? Well there are more statements to make. Pretty solid case all in all but lots of paperwork. After we eat we are supposed to start on the statements.”

Tim nodded. “Got it. Maybe I’ll just take my food to my desk, eat as I go.”

Matthew shrugged, ‘Suit yourself.” He shook the paper. “See this? Pretty girl eh? Gonna be quite the case when they catch the guy.”

Tim leaned down to get a good view of the paper. “Oh man, that’s terrible. Her poor family. Cops think it is someone she knew?”

Matthew bit is sandwich and shrugged. “No idea man, they are being sort of tight lipped about it.”

Tim sighed. “They either got something or they have nothing and don’t want to tip their hand.”

Turning he grabbed his bag. “See you out there.”

Matthew lifted his sandwich in acknowledgement though his eyes were on the paper.

Tim dropped his stuff at a desk and then moved to the front. “I can start taking statements.”

For the next hour and a half Tim took statement after statement. He barely touched his food that sat on the desk beside the papers.

He took a brief break to get some water and use the bathroom, talked to a couple of his co-workers about his ethics class before turning his attention back to the people at the front.

When he went home at 9:00 that night he had heard so many stories of damp and moldy walls, freezing apartments and other assortment of horrors that he had lost all faith in landlords who cared.

His key clicked in the lock and Tim stepped in. He wasn’t sure if his roommates were home or studying, hell they could be sleeping for all he knew. Quietly he entered and locked the door behind him.

He tossed his bag into his room and grabbed a glass of water before laying out on the couch one arm draped over his face. There was homework to do and notes to organize but Tim couldn't bring himself to do anything at the moment but lay there trying to forget the things he had heard.