Jono Starsmore (
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fandomhigh2012-11-30 08:09 am
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Living on the Outskirts, Friday, Period 2
Today when students entered the classroom, they might notice how the usual pastries were completely absent. The seating set-up was the same, if only because the teacher had walked in to see the seats all shoved aside and had decided, to hell with it, he wasn't going to make the attempt to rearrange them. Oh. And the room smelled like burning brimstone. A little.
//Sick bloody joke,// the leather-wrapped teen who had taken a seat on top of the teacher's desk was grumbling. Well, 'grumbling.' Talking directly into the students' heads was more like it. And he wasn't even particularly good at it yet, considering the way he had to pause every few words in order to round up his focus all over again. //'A guide to fitting in... for those not meant to?' Really?//
Today's class might be a touch counter-productive.
//If yer not meant to... yer not meant to. World's got a pecking order to it. We... can't all be superheroes or rock stars or... prom kings. And a person'll just get burned if they set their sights... too high. Whose idea was it, having th'likes of me teach this? 'Those not meant to.' Plonkers.// Was young, skinny, burning Jonothon a little grumpy? Yes. Yes he was. //Th'way to fit in... is to find somebody who... happens to be as big a freak as you are. Anyone else... is probably just trying t'make themselves... feel better.//
He cast a look around the room, chestnut-coloured eyes glowing fire-hot for a moment.
//Tell me I'm wrong. Go on. Try.//
... That was probably about as close to an assignment as the class was going to get from Jonothon today, yes. So, go on. Tell him he's wrong.
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//Sick bloody joke,// the leather-wrapped teen who had taken a seat on top of the teacher's desk was grumbling. Well, 'grumbling.' Talking directly into the students' heads was more like it. And he wasn't even particularly good at it yet, considering the way he had to pause every few words in order to round up his focus all over again. //'A guide to fitting in... for those not meant to?' Really?//
Today's class might be a touch counter-productive.
//If yer not meant to... yer not meant to. World's got a pecking order to it. We... can't all be superheroes or rock stars or... prom kings. And a person'll just get burned if they set their sights... too high. Whose idea was it, having th'likes of me teach this? 'Those not meant to.' Plonkers.// Was young, skinny, burning Jonothon a little grumpy? Yes. Yes he was. //Th'way to fit in... is to find somebody who... happens to be as big a freak as you are. Anyone else... is probably just trying t'make themselves... feel better.//
He cast a look around the room, chestnut-coloured eyes glowing fire-hot for a moment.
//Tell me I'm wrong. Go on. Try.//
... That was probably about as close to an assignment as the class was going to get from Jonothon today, yes. So, go on. Tell him he's wrong.
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Before Class!
Lecture?
Enjoy that.
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It was quite another thing to see him being Chamber someplace otherwise than a reality that didn't exist anymore where he hadn't properly been himself anyhow.
He knew that wasn't the point of the lecture (which mostly just made him feel guilty his particular version of freakdom could be hidden from anything except metal detectors), but it was still what he was going to think about.
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Peculiarly, it made her feel quietly pleased. If this was his teenaged self, it appeared that he was doing much better as an adult and that made Yeul happy.
In a way, things had looked up for him. He just did not know it yet.
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... Discuss?
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Which was desperately sad.
Yeul kept her voice soft and her eyes on her desk. "But I think that, perhaps, though it may not make a difference those who are not 'freaks' and how they feel, that those who are different should know that they are more than just their differences. Reducing someone to just being a 'freak' even if, especially if, that is a belief held by another 'freak' takes away everything else that they are as well."
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"You're wrong," she said. "And in a few days you'll be happy we told you so."
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Talk to the TAs.
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Heh. Plonker.
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Eyrians, with the wings, that was strange. He just looked like he'd had a Craft accident.
Talk to Jono.
Wanting to punch whoever had the bright idea to have him teach this stupid class.
So, himself. Not that he knew that.
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All the 'you's were getting a little confusing, but how else did you deal with weird age shifting things?
"You told me a little about what your life had been like and, well, I probably shouldn't say too much, but I can tell you that it gets better. And that you find a place where you have a kind of family."
She shrugged a little shyly. "For what it's worth, I hope maybe that helps a little."
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//Not sure,// he admitted, finally. //You're... not th'first to tell me that... it won't be like this forever. Not... sure how much faith t'put into that, though.//
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Mercy smiled at him a little shyly. "Like me."
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OOC!
And it still has paid time on it from all of the icon commissions I wound up doing, way back when. I was kind of stunned, yes.