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onepassingnight2011-10-04 12:12 am
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two | which to bury, us or the hatchet?
[ the classroom is utterly silent.
there are twenty polished wood desks of high caliber, each stamped with 'Alabaster Boarding School for Youths' in gold leafing. of the five in the first row, Riku is seated atop the third desk in a school uniform, pressed navy blue blazer and trousers with a sky-blue tie, a white dress shirt underneath (oddly enough, no shoes). the teacher's desk is empty, every desk is empty, and the back half of the classroom is practically shrouded in darkness.
none of that matters to Riku, though. he's just staring ahead to the dry-erase board in front of him, staring at it.
it's covered in red marker, messages ranging from 'you're a fake' and 'stop conning us' to 'please just talk to us again' and 'i miss having you around', although the latter are marginally less frequent than the formers. and in the middle, the only phrase in black, is you're a menace.
there are no erasers or markers anywhere near the board, or on Riku. as the door opens to shed more light, he looks over. ]
Why are you here?
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there are twenty polished wood desks of high caliber, each stamped with 'Alabaster Boarding School for Youths' in gold leafing. of the five in the first row, Riku is seated atop the third desk in a school uniform, pressed navy blue blazer and trousers with a sky-blue tie, a white dress shirt underneath (oddly enough, no shoes). the teacher's desk is empty, every desk is empty, and the back half of the classroom is practically shrouded in darkness.
none of that matters to Riku, though. he's just staring ahead to the dry-erase board in front of him, staring at it.
it's covered in red marker, messages ranging from 'you're a fake' and 'stop conning us' to 'please just talk to us again' and 'i miss having you around', although the latter are marginally less frequent than the formers. and in the middle, the only phrase in black, is you're a menace.
there are no erasers or markers anywhere near the board, or on Riku. as the door opens to shed more light, he looks over. ]
Why are you here?
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[ --you?
though by the looks of it, as his mind runs through possibilities and timelines--oh, he's getting another headache. that's impressive. ]
Right. Professor. Or, Doctor.
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How'd you know that?
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I can see a person's past and future.
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Guessed you would. [ he looks back over at him. ] So it's Doctor, right?
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[ he inclines his head as a greeting. ]
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What's all this? [ He points to everything. ]
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... old one, anyway.
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I graduated a few months ago.
What about you? I'm trying not to look.
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What kind of doctor are you?
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