law school dropout

“i’m a med student. i think i gotta learn to deal with this sort of thing.” she didn’t dare acknowledge the fact that, while there was some merit to that thought, it was other people’s sickness she had to deal with on the regular. not her OWN. 

As much as the sun hurt her eyes, the woman’s smile hurt more. If Thalia could’ve wiped it off, she would’ve. But she couldn’t, and anyway the woman was buying her a coffee, so she could at least try to be decent. “Thanks,” she said for hopefully the last time. “I’d return the favor but I’m deadass broke. You get how it is.”

“Yeah, totally.” Except, Jude had never been broke. No matter how much Matt’s practice struggled, mostly due to the bleeding heart that she had inherited from, her mother was there to provide for in the very least. College, even at Colombia, hadn’t been an issue. Neither had law school. “No need to return the favor. It’s just a random act of kindness.”

the GREENHOUSE was home for quin. it was safety and the place he felt most comfortable. he spent hours upon hours in the greenhouses , even without taking the gardening club into consideration. he’d water the plants and tend to the plants but usually he’d just talk to them. ( it was a plant thing - he could talk to plants now ). he was mid-conversation with a lovely venus flytrap when someone walked in. he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary but looking like you’re having a full on conversation with a plant that doesn’t talk definitely seemed strange. quin turned around in his stool, a look on his face like he had just been seriously interrupted. “ hello - can i help you with something ? gardening club isn’t for a few hours. “

“Oh, wow,” Theo breathed, his awe impossible to voice in any other phrase. “It is a bit of a different experience,” he said to himself. He lowered the camera, then raised it again to his eye, gazing through the small lens. He had it directed toward the south side of the school, but that wasn’t what he was seeing through the sight. In fact, the camera he was holding was nothing more than a picture-viewer, a red one, the kind given to kids to keep them quiet until they’ve flipped through the images thrice over. Loaded into it was a film of famous places. It was refreshing, the feeling that he could stand outside, feel the sun on the back of his neck, as he stood and attempted to capture a picture of the building in front of him as something that, in reality, was thousands of miles away. “It is grand.”

Even years later, the little things still felt off to Jude. Small luxuries left her guilt stricken, like she was enjoying something that she felt she had no right to, but to ignore them left her with just as much guilt burrowed within her. She could not savor what she had and she could not ignore what she was gifted with, the joys of being Catholic, truly, and the joys of coming back to life. Offering a small shaky smile, she said, “I don’t think I see the appeal but I’m glad you are having fun.”

“i think i’m safe enough. stomach of steel,” she patted her belly, heartily, though she had still yet to dig in - thoughts maybe dwelling a bit too much, too long, on that exact fear. “i mean… worst that can happen is a couple stomach cramps, right?”

“ so you can’t ACTUALLY prevent me from leaving ? “ the joke went right over marisol’s head - she was too caught up in how GOOD she felt. and how HAPPY she was for once. 

Thalia desperately wished someone would turn off the sun. It was too bright, and everything was too loud. Then again, that was the price of having too much fun. A raging hangover the next day, and barely enough for a merciful coffee. “What?” Thalia turned, ready to snap, then relaxed. “Seriously? Thank you so much; you’re literally a lifesaver.”

It had been too long since Jude had had enough fun to get a hangover. From time to time, she had a glass of wine but the college years of partying all night and sitting through lectures with a hangover were long gone, over by the time she started law school. Still, she could recognize the signs of it. “It’s no problem. Just paying it forward.”

“ everyone SEEMS so upset - what do you think is going on ? “ marisol hadn’t felt so LIGHT WEIGHT in years. the downside of childhood trauma. “ you wanna get out of here ? break into the vending machines for some snacks or something… “ 

“if these kids wreck all this…” lorna dane took great pride in what she did, including decorate for events, namely those events she’d had a hand in around town. of course, now she was taking pride while sipping a martini on the side of the dance floor, near the doorway to the rest of the hall, talking completely to herself. not that she cared, she’d done far stranger things. she surveyed her hard work ( done mostly with the aid of her powers of course ) and sipped her martini, not bothering to finish the minor threat, a pleasant smile coming over her face.

“I can tell when people have died, I was just asking for confirmation.” Raynor had lived a long time, lived through too much to really pay much mind to conversation formalities. Not to mention, he mainly talked to the ghosts of people he cared about. “If its not something you like to talk about, we can change the topic.”

She was numb as she listened to hear him speak. Her death had always been a sore subject for if not for the death itself but what she had been made into after her resurrection. “If you can tell then you shouldn’t need to ask for confirmation.” She said, her tone harsh and uncharacteristic. “I don’t think many people want to talk about their...” A beat of silence passed before she said, “Not many people are going to want to talk about things like that.” 

a cigarette dangling between her lips, she rubbed her back pockets in a less than graceful fashion. she couldn’t have left it, she never did. giving up, bea removed the cigarette and looked around. she had a few minutes before she had to go into work, and if she couldn’t smoke while she waited, what was even the point ? finally, she spotted someone who could get her out of her little jam. ❝ hey, buddy, ya gotta light ? ❞ she asked, showing him the back of her hand, cigarette between her index and middle finger.