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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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Daneel! Hey! You should've spoken up, man - I almost didn't see you back there.
Enjoying the ride so far?
[Since Daneel's in the backseat, some of the items have shifted - the graduation tassel and Chubbies' keychain have accordingly migrated back with him, and the upcoming exit sign is a lot easier to read from the back seat too.
As for the CDs? Well, they're still in the glove compartment, but poke at the radio and Shawn'll toss them in the back.]
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[That seems like the proper thing to say, anyway. It is interesting, anyway, at least to Daneel. He picks up the graduation tassel curiously. What even is this?]
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[Before Shawn can give a proper answer, 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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Was school unpleasant for you?
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[He has to really think about it, because at the time, he hated school. He hated the tests, and the papers, and the effort needed to succeed, but...]
I used to think I couldn't get into college, and that I wasn't smart enough to get in, so... I stopped trying. When uh, the problem wasn't the world. It was me.
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Intelligence is, in my opinion, a deeply variable thing. Different individuals have different skills. What would you choose to study?
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[Headtilt.] I've always liked poetry. I didn't share a lot of it with my friends, but it'd be cool to get it published some day.
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[He... doesn't understand art very well, honestly.]
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[He grins, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.]
And to answer your earlier question, I don't know. You're calling the shots here. If you want to get off the highway, lemme know - I think the exit sign's coming up again.
[If not? Well, there's still the keychain and the CDs in the glove compartment.]
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[Such a strange thing, these rooms. Well, the keychain is close, Daneel picks that up, giving it a curious look.]
/slides in late with starbucks
Rather than one long memory, there's a series of smaller, fleeting ones: Shawn tackling a curly-haired guy to the ground; a bored-looking Shawn at some poetry event; and even a wild party turned parental anniversary party.
In one fleeting moment, Shawn's sitting across from Daneel, and entirely preoccupied with the hot teenage girl in his arms. "Are you going to keep talking?" he says, to a boy sitting behind Daneel, "Because I can't hear myself kiss."
Daneel's Shawn - the Shawn sitting beside him - just melts into the seat as the memories finally, finally slow down long enough for Shawn to get a grip.]
I am SO sorry, dude. This is, uh, this is Chubbie's. My friends and I used to hang out here after school.
[His cheeks are so red, because wow, past Shawn. "I can't hear myself kiss."] Normally, this is the part where I let you head home, but there's a bunch of stuff to see here too.
[The CDs have migrated to the table in front of them, as well as a road guide (with a map of the highway they were previously on)] So, just lemme know, okay?