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prof_of_cunning ([personal profile] prof_of_cunning) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2011-04-30 02:29 am
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Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2011, Saturday Early Evening - Part One!

The ceremony was once again held at sunset for the benefit of the graduates’ less diurnal guests, but the lawn was well-lit with twinkling blue and gold lights draped across bleachers, stage, surrounding trees and specially-assembled trellises, giving the overall effect of a peaceful fairy grove. (Not, say, Las Vegas. Tasteful twinkling lights.)

The staff having taken note of every previous graduation including the most recent, the lights had been purchased from Acme Decorations Studio with a money-back No Coming To Life And Terrorizing Your Party Guests Guarantee... and there was a rather large cache of weapons stashed in a trunk behind the podium. The chance that it would rain toys that could later be used for self-defense was slightly less than the chance that there would be a need for self-defense.

No one could say Fandom High wasn’t a learning experience.

[Open and welcome Class of 2011! Welcome | The Procession | Speeches | Diplomas | OOC]

Re: Welcome!

[identity profile] wantedtolive.livejournal.com 2011-04-30 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sarah didn't belong here, but it was a good day for not belonging. She arrived as the ceremony was getting underway, not too early to have to sit around but not so late as to draw attention to herself. She didn't belong here, she reminded herself. She belonged with John. Being so far away from him unsettled Sarah, but when the invitation to come here was sent from someone who had never steered her wrong, she knew that it was right to come. A few hours, that's all this was, and then home.

Sarah was hyper-aware of her surroundings. She couldn't do otherwise any more. Kyle Reese had come running into her life one night and everything changed. Her approach, stepping into Kyle's life for the first time, was more subtle. There was no running. There were no shots being fired or threats against her life. Well, no more than usual. She was satisfied with sitting and watching for him.

Would she even recognize him as a boy?