#overtcres

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for @overtcres || (emma.)

      The day was coming to a close and Trina got the last two hours of work off. How she managed that, she didn’t know. Her boss might have been having a good day? Or a bad one? Trina didn’t care. She was walking home across the city when the droves suddenly descended upon the sidewalk. Many people just itching to get home or to fancy dinners or to dates or to bars. It was that kind of Friday.

      She looked around the busy streets and tried to find an even gait to walk at. However, people were pushy. People were shoving each other out of the way and Trina just had to move to the sidelines to avoid being trampled underfoot. While waiting for a light to change a few feet from the crosswalk, she noticed a girl who was by herself.

      Trina could never say anything about a girl walking by herself in this city, but it still made her nervous seeing her. Not because she looked incapable, but rather, more withdrawn. Trina decided to carefully stand next to her and smile. “Busy streets,” she commented, her voice warm in tone. “Hope the masses clear up soon or we’re not getting anywhere,” she said, noting the blockade of taller people (mostly men) who seemed so intent on getting to their location that they’ll push by anyone who didn’t impose on their space.

[ctheist]

      A FIELD TRIP TAKES HIM TO YET ANOTHER COLLEGE , as if his parents haven’t dragged him enough. a schedule is given to him , & the boy recalls making a snide comment to one of his friends. which elicited an amused snort. an all day thing that could , frankly , be avoided by simply APPLYING to said college. that’s what orientation is for. despite internal disdain , the boy does smile & nod when his teacher glances at him. the only good thing he’s noticed is -- AN OLDER CLIENTELE. if he had to guess , quite a few people were struggling. the appearance of students scurrying off to class , heads down in their books or hands CLENCHING hair as they walked. all indications of stress or perhaps a little procrastination. at the very least , he would be able to AMUSE himself with them.

      introductions begin , HEAD of the welcoming committee attempting to attract the young minds to this university. a rather long explanation of the school’s mission statement , as if anyone CARES about what the school stands for. it takes everything with the boy not to simply say ’ who the fuck cares ? ‘ people go to school to get their degrees , forget everything they’ve learned within the last four years , & get a decent job with that useless piece of paper.

      admittedly he’s ZONED OUT for the last hour or so , coming back to reality once the group divides. ah , they have a student for every high school kid. appropriate. with some luck MICHAEL’S tour guide would be someone interesting. taking a seat on one of the couches , he observes as each pair walks off. slowly , the university students were getting together with their partners , teachers instructing who would be fitting to team up.

      they’ll send his victim to him. in the meantime , he makes himself comfortable. reaching into his backpack , DANTE’S INFERNO is pulled out. some light reading as they get everything sorted.

      overtcres II s.c.

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