http://jerusalem-s.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] jerusalem-s.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-11-17 07:27 am
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Journalism Class - Thursday November 17

Sitting on Spider's desk is one of these. Beside it is a small placard reading 'One hundred words on your thoughts/reactions, please. Exactly.'





((OOC: And to avoid any misunderstandings, ignore the numbers. I didn't have time to remove them from the picture.

[identity profile] dbiers.livejournal.com 2005-11-17 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Coming in from playing poker in speech, D'anna reads the placard and looks critically at the skull. She then slides into her usual seat towards the back to scribble something down before placing it upon the professor's desk along with those handed in by the rest of the class.

Her name is somewhere on the sheet of paper and her words read thusly:
A skull. A human skull. Unlike one found buried in the woods or battlefield, this is clean and whole. The color is closer to what one expects bone to be than of those seen in museums, so it's of the relatively recent dead. The teeth look healthy; therefore I assume the owner lead an affluent life and possibly had access to dental care. Bones are just bones unless we are able to attach some sort of identification to the bones, some history of whom they belonged to in life, then we have no story to tell only desensitized, dehumanized facts.