May 16, 2018
Gerry: ayoooo
Gerry: Laura. My dude. French class locked down? You good?
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Gerry: ayoooo
Gerry: Laura. My dude. French class locked down? You good?
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it ain’t a secret that he’s got no tolerance. but hell, after a century and a half on this fuckin’ rock, anybody blame him? needless to say, logan was an odd fit for the institute. true, he was an asset to the team ---- but that was the team. not a school filled with a bunch a super charged rugrats...one of which now included his very own. shit, if that wasn’t a big laugh from the universe. give they guy whos spent his whole life runnin’ from anything resembling love, a kid : a daughter. when charles first asked him to stay, he said no, but now he sorta had to take that back. he had different priorities, wasn’t anywhere near good at executing ‘em, but hell, he was tryin’. whatever, he was here now, he was helping like charles wanted. wasn’t quite enough though, huh? world was still on the verge of ending ---- again. it’s what they did though, he supposed. fought and fought until things quieted down, just to do it all again in a few months time when something else came runnin’ their way. the cycle was stuck on repeat. usually he’d just sit around all day and drink, but he’s gotta get his shit together every now and then to check on laura. knuckles drum against the door and he stands in the hallway, glancing at a couple of the kids that move past him. “kid, you in there?” he’d already checked the danger room, he was running out of places to look.
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There were many things that Kyo hated about school in general:
being forced to stay inside all day,
listening to a bunch of idiots behave like jackasses,
having someone tell him what to do,
and sitting through hours of tedious lectures on subjects he loathed, but were nonetheless required, so he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
His less than amiable feelings toward the institution hadn't changed since graduation, though he'd found himself hoping against hope that university might be different than high school. But it ain't. It was still the same old shit, but a different scene. A more crowded one...
That's another thing he hated: crowds.
"Dammit! Would you watch where the hell you're goin'? Place is bad enough without people stepping all over my things --" Kyo grumbled, brow twitching as he attempted to smother a growing urge to make a quick escape out that open window.
Study halls had always been irritating, and they were even more so now that they weren't a mandatory thing. Truth be told, he'd only come here hoping to get a little nap in, but that seemed like an impossibility, given this latest interruption in the form of some chick knocking his bag around.
He shoved it further under the table and placed his head back down muttering illegible curses and things under his breath before demanding suddenly, "Go sit somewhere else! There's gotta be an empty seat somewhere -- Or, bug anyone other than me!"
Skyscrapers and sodium vapor lights. Row after row of display windows featuring the latest fashions glowing in the night. The low white noise of people walking, car engines firing, and electricity humming through lines.
It was a far cry from the small town of Gravity Falls, Oregon and its untamed, surrounding forests. While Bill had spent plenty of time in big cities before, this was the first time he'd ever found himself so damnably defenseless. Those scientists had done something to him. Something to take his powers away. T̎H͓E̳̍Yͯͅ ̼͛W̜̆Ọ͈̏U͔͔L̞ͫ͗D̘͇̐ ̹̙̾̒P͍̤̽̊Δ̰͓ͨỸ͑ ̦̩̽͌F̜̍ͣO̺R̓ ͖͔TH͚̤͆ͤE̯͚̊I̻̓Rͥ ̖̍͋T̠͎R͌̽Δ͕͔̔N̾̊S̫̺̓͛G̼Ȓ̪̹E͐ͥͅS͑̽S͈̤̊ͪI̼͎ͯ̒O̥ͪN͓̜ͫS͈ͤ̆ ̥̻̑̊W̺IT̈́H̯̄ ̣̺B̗L͖͍̎͆O̓O̦ͤͭD ̝̾Δ̤̫̊̄N͕̼͆̽D͉̽ͩ ̗͔F͕E̮̎̊ΔͅR̈͑... But that would have to wait for a later date. For now, Bill would have to arm himself with knowledge, and bide his time until his powers returned.
Feeling around in the night for signs of sleepers, Bill found a young woman with hair that looked long overdue for a touch-up. She would have to do. With a mimed gesture of rolling up nonexistent sleeves, Bill floated down to meet her.