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5th Floor Common Room; Thursday Afternoon
His first class was in the books and Jasper really didn't know what to make of this place. He'd expected to be sitting through classes that detailed the ins and outs of the works of Walden or Thoreau or taught him how to solve high level math problems. Instead, he'd dealt with a simulation about the aftermath of the end of the world.
Kinda interesting, he had to admit.
He had one more class tomorrow and then he'd make judgments on the whole thing. For now, he was sitting back on the couch with a battered manilla folder on his lap. Inside were the pictures of his father's victims that he'd hung up at home. One hundred and twenty four pictures. In a new place with so many new people, he needed this. He needed the reminder of what could happen if he ever lost control.
Prospects are there for you and for me, Jasper. That’s what they exist for, get it?
"Thanks, Dear Old Dad," he muttered, flipping to the picture between the eightieth and the eighty first victims. His mother's face stared back at him and he touched the old photo with a fingertip before sighing and closing the folder.
He left it on his lap and turned on the television. Maybe he'd try and do something normal.
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Kinda interesting, he had to admit.
He had one more class tomorrow and then he'd make judgments on the whole thing. For now, he was sitting back on the couch with a battered manilla folder on his lap. Inside were the pictures of his father's victims that he'd hung up at home. One hundred and twenty four pictures. In a new place with so many new people, he needed this. He needed the reminder of what could happen if he ever lost control.
Prospects are there for you and for me, Jasper. That’s what they exist for, get it?
"Thanks, Dear Old Dad," he muttered, flipping to the picture between the eightieth and the eighty first victims. His mother's face stared back at him and he touched the old photo with a fingertip before sighing and closing the folder.
He left it on his lap and turned on the television. Maybe he'd try and do something normal.
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"Oh, hey," she greeted vaguely, drifting toward a chair. "You're Jasper,right? That was some class."
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Cosima wasn't quite enough of a science geek to mean that seriously.
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He was probably better suited for something that dark anyway.
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And Dear Old Dad would probably spin that in some way to make it seem like Jasper was ascending to the throne Billy Dent had built.
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Then: "I dunno, I like the class. It's like we all fell into a video game or a zombie movie."
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He glanced over at her.
"Or something like that."
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"It's interesting," she added quickly. "But ... kind of a lot to wrap my head around."
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"How's your day going?"
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"Though I still haven't found the perfect place to ride yet." She shrugged and glanced at the couch. "Mind if I join you?" Because she really should get around to trying to get to know her roommate a little better. Even if she wasn't entirely over being weirded out by sharing a room with a boy.
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Of course, there were big plans in place for him before he died. Plans he would try and ignore but they were there nonetheless.
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Which meant she was only slightly less acquainted with him than with modern-day social niceties.
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