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undergrounds2015-08-31 05:47 am
pathfinding) wrote in undergrounds2015-08-31 05:47 am
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germans are annoying text it
[A; Bookstore]
It is an enjoyable morning where you're trying to enjoy your silence with books and maybe a sub-par latte. Instead, you have to deal with some jerk two tables away blasting some techno neo-classical dubstep monstrosity, made worse by that tinny static that overtakes anything heard second-hand through cheap headphones.
After the token glare at the jerk's direction, there is a hand dismissively waved at you. They don't even bother looking up from their book. "I know I know, final warning afore you throw me out, I'm almost done. Shoo now."
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[B; Redbright]
Books are useless. Next idea on the list, go try the stupid famous school to help weirdos get a better handle of their powers. Fast forward an hour and an obscenely short interview, only to walk out with a rejection slip because humans are unwelcome here, chains forged of paranoia by entwin it's a normal school and he's normal. Well.
Ain't that hilarious.
Legal ways are out then. Time for being sketchy. Enjoy having your space invaded in any fashion of your choice at any time you let your guard down: sliding up against your shoulder, leaning over the back of your park bench, suddenly sitting next to you in the lunch room and eating your fries. Usual totally normal college exchange student stuff, not suspicious at all, obvs.
"Heeeeeey, so what are you? And how much do you pay a year, that's more important."
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[C; Hobos kind of smell like shame - Closed to Kate]
The message is left at just before six, rambling and tripping over itself like what usually happens in those subtle fits of panic. Most of it is just obtuse nonsense - again, not new - but parts stand out. Left the wallet somewhere. Or it got stolen? Shrugs??? Also he's detained, no big. The spare house key is under the left bleeding heart this weekend. There's also a cat stuck on the fridge.
Maybe somewhere in there is a 'please don't leave me here' but really. Totally obtuse nonsense. She's just hearing things from the stupidity overdose.
When she actually turns up, the idiot in question is still in a holding cell, sitting cross-legged on a bench and staring vacantly into space. There is also a drunken scruffy dude sleeping on his shoulder. These two things are obviously not related. "Your sunglasses look stupid."
It is an enjoyable morning where you're trying to enjoy your silence with books and maybe a sub-par latte. Instead, you have to deal with some jerk two tables away blasting some techno neo-classical dubstep monstrosity, made worse by that tinny static that overtakes anything heard second-hand through cheap headphones.
After the token glare at the jerk's direction, there is a hand dismissively waved at you. They don't even bother looking up from their book. "I know I know, final warning afore you throw me out, I'm almost done. Shoo now."
---
[B; Redbright]
Books are useless. Next idea on the list, go try the stupid famous school to help weirdos get a better handle of their powers. Fast forward an hour and an obscenely short interview, only to walk out with a rejection slip because humans are unwelcome here, chains forged of paranoia by entwin it's a normal school and he's normal. Well.
Ain't that hilarious.
Legal ways are out then. Time for being sketchy. Enjoy having your space invaded in any fashion of your choice at any time you let your guard down: sliding up against your shoulder, leaning over the back of your park bench, suddenly sitting next to you in the lunch room and eating your fries. Usual totally normal college exchange student stuff, not suspicious at all, obvs.
"Heeeeeey, so what are you? And how much do you pay a year, that's more important."
---
[C; Hobos kind of smell like shame - Closed to Kate]
The message is left at just before six, rambling and tripping over itself like what usually happens in those subtle fits of panic. Most of it is just obtuse nonsense - again, not new - but parts stand out. Left the wallet somewhere. Or it got stolen? Shrugs??? Also he's detained, no big. The spare house key is under the left bleeding heart this weekend. There's also a cat stuck on the fridge.
Maybe somewhere in there is a 'please don't leave me here' but really. Totally obtuse nonsense. She's just hearing things from the stupidity overdose.
When she actually turns up, the idiot in question is still in a holding cell, sitting cross-legged on a bench and staring vacantly into space. There is also a drunken scruffy dude sleeping on his shoulder. These two things are obviously not related. "Your sunglasses look stupid."
please don't break her mind thank u
His reply is almost immediate as the message pops up on screen for the two (technically three) of them to view: It means number of things. Tinker Bell. Cheeky. Nosy.
"Tinker... Oh! Excuse me! I'm not a fairy," Clara says her objection in an almost offended tone, as if taking it personally that someone would mistake her for someone from the other realm. No offence to those she knows as faeries who happen to be her friend but surely someone can tell she isn't a fae. Not by a long shot. Sure. "I happen to be a ghost."
Which. May not be Aleks' point in the first place, Clara, but good job.
"Security," Bianca quickly explains to him to clear up the air. "The school does it's best to be welcoming and open to everyone since we're all about supporting and helping each other."
Whether Bianca actually believes it or is just spouting out the pamphlets' words as she's taught herself to do is hard to say but she seems quite passionate over the subject.
brb breaking it like a fragile christmas ornament
He's seeing a fucking ghost.
The particular word he's thinking of is mentioned in the text - cheeky, make note of it for later - but the voice means the eyes dart up to the source again and- what? What? There's a woman there now? Why would she eventually she will grow old, have children, generations that follow protected by invisible hands
No. No. Old mothers don't just appear out of nowhere and even if ghosts are real he can't see them that's not how this works- the heels of both hands are slammed over his eyes. After pressing the gold out and opening again, the figure is gone.
Okay no panicking, it's not a hallucination if it's gone, tune back in to Bianca talking about security (she is, technically, but only for her Own) NO he's not thinking about that. At all. The smile they both get is perfect plaster recreation of someone trying not to be absolutely crazy.
"Thank you for the translation, Nikolai! And security is important, especially with all of the fighting outside these days," followed by a shrug that's more like a shoulder spasm than anything else. Maybe only a tiny bit crazy. "Though I do hope your school accepts me! The help would be appreciated."