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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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Then he sits himself up, smooths out the front of his night-shirt, and settles both hands in his lap. He's gotten the edge in his expression calmed down, now.]
You're right, of course. I'll go and do that.
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You are free to play passive-aggressive as much as you wish, but the consequences of your actions will only be yours to bear.
The truth will catch up to you soon enough.
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Thank you for the advice, it's all been very inspiring!
[He leans forward towards the computer, then, and shuts off the camera. Takakage can text back if he wants, but Gilbert's done with the conversation.
He has other things to do for the day, from the students he's spoken to...and, after that, now he has plans to make.]
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