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fandomhighdorms2015-05-07 01:42 pm
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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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"No," Ringo answered, her voice quiet. "Sometimes what's keeping you apart is that the other person changes. Becomes someone you don't know anymore."
Even quieter. "Sometimes it turns out that you never knew them at all. That the person you want back had never really existed." That it had all been a lie.
The smile Ringo managed wasn't precisely a happy one, but she offered Jasper a "what can you do?" shrug.
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"Yeah." Ringo offered a one-shouldered shrug. Her smile, when it reappeared, was wry. "I had kind of a tough year, and just. I guess I wanted to get away. Start fresh. Take a swing at just being normal."
She waved one hand, as if to take in the whole room. Or maybe the whole school. "Go somewhere where no one feels the need to lie to me."
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"Not all the time. Not about everything."
Ringo sighed. "But, yeah, I know people lie. It'd just be nice if they didn't feel the need to do it with me. Not, not about who they are."
"At least here, there's no reason to. It's not like there's anything to be gained." Ringo didn't have any power on the island, after all.
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"Hopefully you're right," he said, patented and practiced. "I'd like to believe that people here are good."
Oh, they're real good, Jasper, my boy. The voice of his father sounded delighted.
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"Well," Ringo smiled, "so far so good."
"Everone I've met has been great." At least as far as Ringo could tell.
Even her brooding roommate.
Speaking of, Ringo shook her head. "Enough about me. You up to anything interesting?" She shot a pointed glance at Jasper's folder.
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To brood. Or do other things, if you will.
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"For the class with the monsters in it?" Ringo asked, making an expression of distaste. "You've already got homework?" Ew. Homework.
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"Oh." Neat! "I thought that soundedbkind of weird. What are you studying? Is it interesting?" Maybe Ringo could help with the homework! Which, to be honest, wasn't especually likely, but it was possible. Maybe.
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"Just the basics," he told her, keeping it vague but not too vague to raise suspicion. Just like Dad had taught him. "English, math, history, that kind of thing."
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She did. Ringo really liked people. It was what made the betrayals in her past cut all the deeper. "Oh," she sighed. "I don't think I can be of much help with those... Sorry." Not that Jasper had asked for help, or anything.
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"Okay, then." It did sound like Jasper had it under control, Ringo supposed. "But you'll let me know if you think I can help, right?" With homework, or with anuthing else? "That's part of what roommates are for." At least as far as Ringo was concerned.
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"See that you do," Ringo chided playfully before she stood up, raising her arms and arching her back in a stretch.