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driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- coil lenn,
- margaret "peggy" carter,
- nami,
- natasha romanoff,
- nelkeila tarid,
- nyssa al ghul,
- octavia blake,
- one,
- phèdre nó delaunay de montrève,
- r. daneel olivaw,
- rapunzel,
- remy lebeau,
- riku,
- robin redbreast,
- rogue,
- santanico pandemonium,
- shawn hunter,
- sokka,
- stefan salvatore,
- steve rogers (ou),
- steven quartz universe,
- stiles stilinski,
- syeira,
- tadashi hamada,
- tekhetsio,
- the vision,
- vash the stampede,
- vima sunrider,
- wanda maximoff,
- wrath,
- yamanaka ino
...And also these.
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I don't know. You just press on the acceleration and it goes fast?
[Her question has successfully distracted him from the song, so he adds--] Your world didn't have cars, huh? You wouldn't be the first. Or the last, at the rate this's been going.
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No, we do not. Though someday we might. It seems my world is earlier in its journey than others.
[Strange to think of it as young - but her gods had walked the earth, and it seems others had not. it was not so bad to be young, when one was so blessed. There was beauty in it, in almost all ways.]
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[He grins, turning his attention back towards the road. While there's a exit sign coming up on the right side of the road, Shawn's car also has a few odds and ends for her to examine - for instance?
There's a glove compartment in front of her, filled with CDs, along with a Chubbies keychain and a graduation tassel for the class of '98 hanging off his rearview mirror.]
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I suppose so, yes.
[Her hand reaches up and stills the swinging tassel on his mirror, stroking her fingers through the threads.]
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[As she strokes the tassel, the road ahead of them fades, and the car comes to a halt as a memory plays before their eyes. They're inside an American high school gymnasium now, a member of the crowd that's come to watch these students graduate high school.
An elderly man stands behind the podium at this ceremony, with a large banner for the Class of '98 hanging behind him. "Now, it's time to introduce our valedictorian, a student who exemplifies academic excellence as well as extracurricular achievement and social conscience... Ladies and Gentleman, Ms. Topanga Lawrence."
As the young woman takes her place on the podium, she says, "Thank you, Mr. Feeny. My fellow class members of '98, I am very honored to be your valedictorian and I worked very hard on this speech. However, I'm not going to give it - because I know somebody who could give a much better speech than I ever could. Ladies and gentleman, my good friend, Shawn Hunter."
Shawn, who had been sitting in the front row, says to a friend, "Hey, you only go to high school once," as he stands up and hugs the young woman as tightly as he can.
Once he takes his place, Shawn begins by thanking Topanga before beginning with, "I attended John Adams High School sporadically during the last four years. I barely have a C average. That's why I'm here. Mr. Feeny asked us to write about what we were feeling this week - and of course, I was feeling like I always do, I couldn't wait to get out of here." He stares at the audience, the nervousness clear in his eyes. "But now, high school is over. Just when I'm finally free, I find myself sneaking back into this place and sitting in the hall, thinking about my friends and all the time we spent here.
And you, Mr. Feeny," Shawn points to the elderly man who had spoken earlier. There's so much pride in his voice - from that sentence alone, you know Shawn and this man have a long history together. "I started thinking about you. How you've always told us what to do, without ever telling us what to do. You taught us about life. I was thinking about how much this place has been my home - and how many times I screwed up while I was here, how I coulda done better. ... I'm sorry. I coulda done better. Congratulations to those of you who did."
Mr. Feeny comes up to him, right as the speech ends, and says as he pats Shawn's shoulder, "That was a fine paper. No one could've done better."
The memory fades back into the highway, and the car again cruises as a decent speed, but Shawn looks almost pensive as he stares ahead at the road.]
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[She doesn't understand most of it, the situation or the place. But she does understand the feelings inside it.
Pride, happiness. That was a good memory to have.]
He seems a good man, Mr. Feeny.
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[Shawn manages a smile, though it's hard to mistake the sadness in his eyes for anything else. The tassel grows stiff in Phedre's hands; while she can continue to play with it, it's clear that no more memories will arise from it.]
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[She releases it, and moves onto the the glove compartment, fiddling with the handle umcertainly.]
He likely understood.
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[When she opens the glove compartment, she'll notice a few stray items - but it's the CD collection that shines here. Shawn's car is host to sweet 90's goodness, from alternative rock to video game soundtracks to even mainstream pop hits. (There are way more CDs than a teenage boy like him should logically own.) A few, though, shake when she draws closer to them, as if daring to be opened.
Her choices are:
A) A video game soundtrack about a cute blue hedgehog
B) A Counting Crows album
C) A smudged album, titled "For Shawn,"
D) Collective Soul album (cw: hospitalization, severe injuries)
E) A Green Day album
F) Nada Surf Album (queued up to "Popular")
G) ... no choice. the looped song's catchy enough as it is.]
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She settles on the strange, spiky, blue creature instead.]