fandomhigh | that apathy thing, some room, after the whatever, wait do really I have to go? fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

Okay, to be honest, it had been a little difficult at first for George to find the proper mood for Apathy Club. Because she had missed it. (Shut up.) These were her ... crew. Sort of. And Seifer was bringing music, and Jeremy was going to be there, and they were -- uh. They had gone on a date. That meant something, right?

However, George was a professional. More importantly, she had to actually get out of bed (yes, this was afternoon. Do not judge her) and go over to the school on a day that she didn't even have classes, and then fucking run the stupid thing, and that helped considering with putting her in the proper state of mind.

About ten minutes after the club should have started -- most of which George spent with her head down on her desk -- she finally spoke.

"Congratulations," she said. "You have somehow signed up for the most worthless club in all existence. You could have been doing your nails with the sorority or actually helping people in Pride. You could have been out with your friends, assuming you have any. You could be in your room right now, reading a book. Staring at the wall. Hell, masturbating."

She shrugged. "Literally any of those would have been better. Do not blame me when you realize I am right, because I do not give a fuck. So: great job, guys, signing up for something this stupid. Make sure you're here bright and early next week for more fun."

And then she put her head back down. She was going to stay like that unless anybody bugged her.

... or maybe unless Jeremy ~~if he was there~~ wanted to make out or something.

(OCD incoming!)

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You successfully wrote a name on a piece of paper. This is clearly the pinnacle of your educational career. Mom and Dad must be proud. Unless they're dead.

Write your name. Be a non-conformist and write someone else's name. Write the name of a country, a music group, or a type of pollen that causes allergy. George does not give a fuck.

Edited 2011-09-23 18:41 (UTC)

Other clubs allow for Hanging Out and Mingling.

Fuck those stupid clubs.

If you wanted to "mingle," maybe you should have joined something that wasn't named apathy club.

Detractors argue that the signatories who already possess nuclear warheads have not ahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaaha yeah we don't do that here.

Nice try.

It's fucking gross.

Yeah. That's how we roll, bitches. Be happy you got a fucking topic.

Whine about stupid shit that nobody else cares about but you.

Other people will ignore you or mock you or maybe both.

If you feel the need to get your hate on about this stupid group that you willingly signed up for, that can go here too.

Edited 2011-09-23 18:43 (UTC)

She hates you. But fine. Bother her. Whatever.

Unless you want to play some music.

Or make out, if you are Jeremy.

Or make out if you're not Jeremy, but happen to be hot.

What?

The Guy that George got to sponsor the club. Isn't he proud of the fine specimens of humanity that he's providing guidance to?

Edited 2011-09-23 18:46 (UTC)

Okay I missed it too, shhhhh.

Jeremy Darling

Jeremy could not be sullen without some extremely bad things happening to him first, and even then, it hardly lasted ~~an episode~~ long.

But he could zone out like a boss, so he did that.

"So this Apathy Club, huh?" Jeremy asked, far too cheerfully for a member, as he wandered up to George. "It's cool."

It was an hour dedicated to doing nothing. He excelled at that, even if he sucked at being sullen.

This was what Squall excelled at. If hanging out in the back, avoiding eye contact, and being sullen were a sport, he would win a GOLD MEDAL.

"Seriously, a discussion topic?" Squall asked. "Why?"

"Who cares?" George answered. That was, of course, the only real answer to shit in Apathy Club. "You don't like it, you can run shit next week."

This was also her attempt to fob off responsibility onto anyone else at all whatsoever.

George absolutely did not perk up when he approach her. That was a trick of the light or something, and also, you were seeing things, and uh .... right.

"It's ... something," she said, cracking a smile. "I dunno. We like it. We just don't ever admit to liking it under threat of torture."

That Guy named Guy. Who was reading a magazine and pretending he wasn't actually there.

It was Friday, didn't kids have something better to be doing?

Squall just blinked at her. Him? Do something in Apathy Club? Only if she wasn't there for whatever reason!

"Whatever."

If they DID have something better to do, they didn't care enough to do it.

Squall looked Professor Gardener over intently, trying to assess him -- but didn't do anything so rash as actually talking to him.

Jeremy just grinned at her. Continuing his trend of failing at apathy but hey, at least he seemed to be dragging her right along into non-apathy with him.

"So it's almost like a secret? Liiike... 'the first rule of Apathy Club is that you don't talk about liking Apathy Club'?"

[Aaand this is sady where I go AFK for most of the weekend.]

George laughed, which ... was totally killing her apathy club street cred.

She might be worried about the others kicking her out, if (a) she gave a damn (b) any of them bothered enough to try (c) whatever.

"The first rule of Apathy Club," she said, "is 'whatever.' The second rule of Apathy Club is, of course, 'what the fuck, we have rules now? That's so fucking lame.' The third rule ... yeah there's no third rule."

(holy shit somehow, I saw that, and went "aww, okay. Have a great weekend!" and then ... FORGOT TO PING. Like, and went through my inbox JUST NOW looking for shit I missed and went "... wait, I pinged back to that, right? Because ... HOLY CRAP, no I didn't." What the FUCK, self? I'd blame the months-ago head injury but let's face it, at this point I'm just dumb. Sorry?)

"Well that's even easier to remember!" Jeremy chuckled. "I think I dig those club rules. I'm not... very good with rules. In general."

Understatement.

[Heh, no problem! I was too braindead after getting home late last night to write a coherent ping before now, anyway.]

"Helpful tip," George said. "You're not gonna get kicked out for not following rules. Or much of anything except being obnoxious and peppy at us, and it'd take a lot of that to make us give enough of a shit."

Apathy club: well-named.

"Well, I'm not peppy." Except he kind of could be, when he got excited about things. But for the most part he was just chill to the extreme. "Plus I'd like to think I'm in the club leader's good graces enough to not get kicked out even if I was."

Smiiirk.

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