fandomhigh | Study Hall -- Wednesday, September 21st

Welcome to the study hall for Wednesday. This will be my last study hall for the week, since ~~my mun's access to the internet is now severely limited~~ my son and I are going on a ~~corporate terrorism crusade~~ weekend vacation in which we will ~~blow some shit up~~ go to a petting zoo, ~~shoot a few police officers~~ buy a bunch of ice cream cones, and ~~maybe stop a nuclear holocaust, you SICK SELFISH IGNORANT FUCKS~~ listen to bad pop music while giggling like a couple of fucking morons.

Today's announcements:

-- Please behave for Professor Jerusalem while I'm away. He has my permission to do anything short of killing you little bastards, so keep that in mind before you do anything stupid.

-- ... well, that's about it, really.

*goes back to her office to pack*

(OOC: Just in case I don't get to do anything tomorrow due to my lack of internet access ... *waves* Adios! Bon voyage! Don't forget to write!

... oh, wait, that's Bugs Bunny's line. Anyway, Principal Connor will be expecting a full report of the goings-on when she gets back from her sweet, wonderful, completely innocent family outing. Heh. :))

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Angela is alarmed. "Dangerous how? You mean, like, physical danger?"

She realizes that helping Marty will not be as easily as she had foolishly hoped.

Marty hesitantly puts his hand on her arm to reassure her.

"I won't let that happen, but I don't want you to take any risks."

Marty is struck with a thought.

"Have you ever fired a gun?"

Angela debates whether she should pull her arm away, and decides not to.

"Marty ... I really appreciate that, and everything, but you can't watch me every minute. You can't even keep yourself out of detention."

She thinks for a moment. "I've never even held a gun," she whispers.

Marty nods.

"I can show you. Why don't we meet tomorrow at the shooting range? That is... if you want to learn."

"I don't. In a perfect world, like, no one would have guns," and you wouldn't have this ... thing in your past, she thinks but does not say.

He starts to speak, and she holds up a hand to stop him.

"I don't want to. But I think ... I think I need to at this school, Marty, no matter how much weapons are banned. So."

She looks at her class schedule.

"I'm free tomorrow after four," she says. "Where should we meet?"

"The shooting range. It's the only place we're allowed to handle firearms, and I'm sure as hell *not* going to get anymore detentions again."

Great. Firearms, kevlar and bullets. Just what I wanted for our "first date". That should really put her at ease, Blank.

Angela nods. "I think I can find that."

You might think she was perfectly calm about it, unless you noticed the tremble in her voice, the way she gripped the arms of the chair so as not to float away.

[[OOC: Wanna wrap up here? I'm not feeling terribly creative.]]

Marty noticed. He pats her on the shoulder reasurringly as he packs up his stuff to go.

"You'll be all right. I'll see you tomorrow."

He gives her a small smile and heads off to class.

[OOC: That's cool. See ya tomorrow on the range.]

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