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[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[Renton's passed the Front Gate and walked into the Lobby, letter and catalog still in his hand. He looks down and around, scratching his head. Everything is so dream like. The colors, the architecture, even the weather, in a way. Needless to say he's still confused and completely out of place.

A frown and scrunched up nose follow another attempt to make sense of things -- they have been crazy ever since Eureka crashed into his grandfather's shop, no doubt, but this...

He drops his head, exhales, then throws his hands out dramatically:]

This is insane!!

(ooc: late intro is late! Between Christmas preparations and celebrating, I thought it'd be better to postpone so I can dedicate my full attention to threads. SORRY. Bother Renton at will.)

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[queenmercedes.livejournal.com]

[There was a flash of emotion, and Mercedes felt a tight sensation in her chest. Her head lowered slightly and she thought to herself. Worrying over her land... if she would ever get back. Could it be possible that she would be stuck here forever? What... what would become of Ringford? And if she never returned than how could she... hmpt no, that's a silly thing to be worried about in comparison to everything else. But still...]

I don't want to be here either...

[She was lost only a little longer within her own pessimistic thoughts before she suddenly shook her head and looked at Renton.]

You must not think about the things you can not change. [She pointed at him, her voice getting stronger as she preached to him. Kind of her own way of reinforcing her own resolve as well.] Focus on what you can do. We had no choice about being brought here... but we can choose what to do while we're here.

[She paused, her eyes shifting away shyly and uncertain before she looked back to him for his support in her idea.] ... don't you think so?

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrows knit together, and he sighs.]

This is still insane.

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

--Hell no! I'm not afraid of you.

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[Five months. FIVE MONTHS?] Five months?

[on the other hand, he doesn't know what he should have expected anyway. But--jeez!]

What if I don't like uniforms?

[snoteverywhere.livejournal.com]

[Renton does notice her flash of emotion. His eyebrows knit a little bit, both concerned and maybe a somewhat guilty.]

I didn't mean to upset you. But... [he wants to believe her, but he says it mostly to redeem himself.] I guess you're right.

[queenmercedes.livejournal.com]

[His agreement seems to change her mood and Mercedes turned to start walking along the path to continue on to where she was planning to go before she started talking to him.] Of course I'm right. Now... you should choose which classes you wish to take.

[She got a couple steps past him before she stopped and turned to look back at him.] And you did not upset me.

[If she could, Mercedes tried to turn away and leave swiftly so that she could have the last word.]

[lostmyhyperion.livejournal.com]

You should be. Cross my path and I'll be responsible for making your life a living hell.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

I actually got off lucky; there's some people who've been here for nine months and counting.

Then you don't have to wear it. [eyebrow raise] It's only for special occasions; you can just show up in normal clothes to class.

[fierybluebird]

No arguments.