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xavier_institute2015-03-18 10:24 pm
whatsatisfiesme) wrote in xavier_institute2015-03-18 10:24 pm
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[First rule of cutting classes: Don't post on the school network that you're cutting classes.
No one's told Gilbert that one apparently, however, because here he is well into the morning - it's around second or third period - still in bed and capturing video of himself on his school-provided laptop. With just a long night-shirt draping off him still, he's nestled himself against the headboard and pillows with a book on Renaissance art and a small bowl of sliced fruit he's nibbling from.
After the strain that the riots put on his empathic powers, he'd been given nearly a week of recovery time...and now that's more than come and gone, and he's decided simply not to go back.]
It must be so tedious - burning through all your time in classes here, studying the same things a human school would be making you learn. It's a marvelous sham, isn't it? Do this work for a diploma so you can attend university, find a career, "become a member of society..."
As if society is going to want us any more then than it does now! But you can guess what the real lesson is, can't you?
[The smile he's turning on the camera now can really only be described as "flirtatious."]
This entire school is just one long class in how to pretend. How to play along and make nice for the humans, like we're all cats they've de-clawed. I hope you all have a lovely afternoon, sitting and listening to that. [He kicks back on the bed then, looking so comfortable it's almost a sin.]
I'll be right here.
No one's told Gilbert that one apparently, however, because here he is well into the morning - it's around second or third period - still in bed and capturing video of himself on his school-provided laptop. With just a long night-shirt draping off him still, he's nestled himself against the headboard and pillows with a book on Renaissance art and a small bowl of sliced fruit he's nibbling from.
After the strain that the riots put on his empathic powers, he'd been given nearly a week of recovery time...and now that's more than come and gone, and he's decided simply not to go back.]
It must be so tedious - burning through all your time in classes here, studying the same things a human school would be making you learn. It's a marvelous sham, isn't it? Do this work for a diploma so you can attend university, find a career, "become a member of society..."
As if society is going to want us any more then than it does now! But you can guess what the real lesson is, can't you?
[The smile he's turning on the camera now can really only be described as "flirtatious."]
This entire school is just one long class in how to pretend. How to play along and make nice for the humans, like we're all cats they've de-clawed. I hope you all have a lovely afternoon, sitting and listening to that. [He kicks back on the bed then, looking so comfortable it's almost a sin.]
I'll be right here.
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And you can keep being mister high-'n-mighty for all I care too. I ask ya a question, and all I get is you being a smug asshole?
Screw that. I ain't gonna waste either of our time any more.
[...yeah, he's done with this crap. Call ended.]