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Anakin Skywalker ([personal profile] sith_happened) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2007-08-16 12:25 am
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Flight and Flying [Thursday, August 16, 3rd period]

When the flight workshop arrived at the shed, they found it locked up tight and Anakin leaning up against it.


His hands were crossed and tucked up under his robes, but that wasn't particularly unusual. Neither was the pinched, worried look around his eyes.

"Today we fly helicopters, which are waiting over at Selkie Cove" he said, voice as steady as always. "If you happen to buzz them too close to That Woman's office, well, too bad for her." He made eye contact with each student. "I graduated from this school, too, so I know that this will probably be ignored, but...the teachers are here to look after you. You know better by now than to touch live electrical cables or set yourself on fire. Our temporary...whoever...falls into the same category. Nothing is making you go into her office. So don't do it."

He lowered his voice. "Please."

He shrugged. "Plea made. Moving on. Because I can occasionally be strange, you have to wear these fetching hats as you practice your maneuvers in the helicopters. And no, you can't whine your way out of it."

Re: Fly a helicopter!

[identity profile] flamingbonehead.livejournal.com 2007-08-16 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Johnny felt much more anxious than usual upon seeing that they were going to be flying real helicopters instead of holographic ones. Despite being four weeks into the course, he still wasn't completely comfortable with having to think about driving in three dimensions instead of two. He brought the helicopter up, but kept casting anxious glances back at Anakin to see if he was doing it right.

He brought the helicopter up off the ground, and it lurched madly towards the school before he was able to bring it under control. Johnny kept the machine closer to the ground than he had with the airplanes from the previous weeks. Part of him was worried that he was going to crash in a way that he hadn't felt since his Dad started teaching him how to ride a motorcycle when he was a kid, and keeping it from going to high meant that the crash would be less painful.

The propeller on his beanie kept spinning around with the force of moving the machine, which he had to admit was distracting him from the controls.

"This really necessary?" he asked. "Wouldn't a helmet or somethin' be better?"