2nd Floor Common Room (Tuesday)

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth had added her poster next to Parker's.

It was her only poster at the moment. There was no point in plastering the school with them if she decided not to run in the end.


Vote Elizabeth Weir as Junior Student Council Representative


She headed back to the corner table where she had started her jigsaw puzzle last week.

She looked distracted, and occassionally glanced across at the poster. Why was she running? Was it because she felt that she should?


[[Come and help with the puzzle, or, if anyone wouldn't mind trying to talk her out of this emo funk she's got herself into, that would be very much appreciated!]]

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She shrugs again. "I'm just not sure if I want to do it. All the hassle of the election, and then if I win a seat, then what am I going to be doing? Helping decide which week we're going to hold this dance, or that dance, and what the color schemes going to be?"

Elizabeth snickers. "Yes, there are certainly some characters in this school," she agrees. "Never a dull moment really."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep studies her for a minute. "So then don't run if you don't want to. No one will die if you're not in charge. Or run and see to it that the student council actually does something substantial. It's not like you can't find ways of finding ways to get people to do what you want." He gives her that same knowing look again, only this time it's not so much teasing as a reminder that she has natural leadership skills and can get things done when she decides to.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth runs her hand across her face. "There is that," she agrees. "I guess I'm just suffering from the feelings that I've been here and done this before."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"Why do I get the feeling by 'this' and 'here' you aren't just referring to running for student council?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She sighs. "High school was supposed to be done and dusted. At this age, I was a senior, and looking forward to graduating. This time, I've still got another year to go. I just don't know what I'm doing here, John. I guess this whole running for re-election thing is just reminding me of the... the pointlessness of this entire thing."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep looked around the room. With Cam and Lee there there were a lot of things he couldn't explain, like the Asgard-radio in his footlocker, because he was feeling a lot of the same things. "Yeah, I get that. And going 'home' for a week and then coming back can kind of reinforce that, let me tell you. But we're here now... so..." he shrugged. "I guess we make the best out of it, or we leave."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She twisted her ring around her finger, glad of something to do with her hands. "No where to leave to. I need to graduate high school so I can go back to college. I need to get another undergrad degree, so I can go and do another PhD and then maybe, I'll feel something like myself again. It's a dance I've done before, and I know all the steps."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Not entirely sure what to say to that Shep was silent for a moment. Finally feeling like he had to say something he went with, "Well, then, might was well make the best of it. Do you want to run or not? Go with your gut."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Unfortunately, my gut tells me different things minute to minute. One minute I think I should run; the next I think I shouldn't," she sighs. "Never mind. It will work itself out I'm sure."