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George was going to wait until everyone was there, and then give it another five or ten minutes for good measure. Just in case maybe someone else wanted to fucking talk for once.

"Fine," she said. "Great. It's Apathy Club. I started it last fucking semester by accident, trying to get detention, and somehow instead I had to run a stupid fucking Apathy Club. Who knows how it got carried over, but here we are. So, welcome to fucking Apathy Club."

Okay, technically, she'd resubmitted the forms, but not even a gun to her head would get her to admit that one.

"Those of you who were here before, you have no excuse, and I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you for coming back. Those of you weren't, you still signed up for something called fucking Apathy Club, so I don't know what's wrong with you, either. There aren't fucking activities. We don't go on exciting trips here. Whatever the fuck you think you're getting into, it's way lamer than that, and it's your own damn fault for signing up."

She waved a hand. "I dunno. If you want to be fucking lame and introduce yourself, go ahead. I'm George, that's my introduction, and I don't give a fuck who you are."

She slumped back in her chair. "I hate this fucking club."

It was just like old times!

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Asleep, unconscious, comatose, or just plain lying on the ground not moving.

Other clubs have threads for "mingling."

Other clubs are not Apathy Club.

Just make it quick, and don't expect anyone else to fucking care about it. Because we don't. Seriously.

If you want to be a social butterfly chatterbox, then you figure out your own fucking topic. And don't expect any of the rest of us to actually respond or anything.

Whatever.

Doesn't mean he won't suck. He probably will. Ignore him and maybe he'll go away.

Nothing good will come of it.

Yeah, so, I think George would actually miss Apathy Club if it wasn't around.

Yes, she knows how pathetic that is.

Rosalind

Rosalind was...

It was peculiar, she supposed, that George ranting was actually something she'd missed, but there it was. Rosalind was there, legs crossed in her suit, looking pristine.

And, if you bothered to look closely, her eyes were amused.

Rosalind arched an eyebrow.

This was more than a little ridiculous. She already knew most everyone in the club. Why should she--

"Rosalind," she said shortly.

And if they wanted anything else, they could ask.

Alex Karev

Alex wasn't sure how he'd missed this shit last semester. He'd made up for that though and was doing his sullen brooding in the back as requested. Still, he looked a little amused because this was a pretty good idea for a club.

"Alex Karev," he said and gave a little wave. "Hi."

Sure, it was longer than Rosalind's but he wanted to be different.

Ramona Flowers

"Ramona," she said, tossing off a little salute before shoving her hands into her pockets.

Squall Leonhart

Squall had arrived carrying two Christmas presents -- which you could tell because the plastic bags from the stores he'd bought them in had big red and green bows stuck on them.

The one for George he handed to her was heavy -- the bag held a gold-plated solid brass paperweight that said "THE BOSS" in very big letters. (sorry, no picture)

Squall shoved a bag (http://www.menswearhouse.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay_10051_10558_10601_141554_-1_10558_GRAY%20SHARK_10051_?cm_vc=40159) in Rosalind's direction. "Happy late Christmas," he told her. He hoped it was her size.

"Squall," Squall announced. With a little wave or whatever.

"I'm glad the club is back," he admitted.

*shrug*

"... You ... got me a present?" George asked.

Excuse her. She needed a moment.

"Is this, like, for Christmas? Because I didn't get you anything."

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Sign In

Hang Out In the Back, Avoid Eye Contact, And Be Sullen

If You Have To Fucking Introduce Yourself, Then Do It Here Or Whatever.

Talk About ... I Don't Fucking Know. Pick Something. Who Fucking Cares, Anyway?

Whatever

At Least The Faculty Advisor Isn't That Old Guy Any More

Don't Talk to George

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