#rxgicide

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apologies. i have fallen behind. hello to all of you. you are invited to share secrets and anecdotes.

[c12h12n2o3]

@rxgicide a creep and a weirdo? that must be a really emotionally dense experience. you could write a song about it.

[c12h12n2o3]

@rxgicide oh no, you busted the ignorance bubble! now you have to accept being a freak like the rest of us.

[ardcr-blog]

This new habitat seemed... Stuffed. For a building it may have been large, ceilings high, wide rooms, but it was enclosed, and the air was stale. Albeit it didn't stink half as much as the hospital had. At least the sense of disease was gone. Kai remained alert. There were too many people here for her liking. There was no territory, everything was shared between what felt like too many. A pack was maybe four to six, not hundreds. She kept her head bowed as she was led to her first meal. She was supposed to meet someone who would take her and other new students on a tour around the school. Many were already sitting at their table, chatting amongst themselves. Kai was in no rush to take a seat.

[ardcr-blog]

His morning lecture was nothing short of average. He wouldn’t consider it boring, but it wasn’t quite enthralling either. Not once did a student ask a particularly fascinating question. Yet, he could not be bored, no matter how many times he had gone over the material. Writing would always be his passion, and reading the students’ works were a riveting way of looking into their lives. It would show their own passions, their own fears, their own secret formulas to create captivating characters, backstories, and places. Even if he had gone through the same ritual before, no class would be the same, no two students exactly alike. It was a true wonder of human life.

Class seemed to end without a hitch, and on quite a high note. The kids were halfway through their 100 page narratives, and while some seemed to be in anguish, others were captivated by their own stories. Yes, without any problems. The time had come for students to begin scooting on to their next activity, or, on occasion, a few would come down to have a chat with him about their writing. It was a pleasant indulgence to hear them proudly speak of their characters, how they were thinking of doing this or that, or a new idea that had formed over the time between classes.

The professor started to pack his stuff, dutifully taking a painstaking amount of time so that any and all students who wished could speak with him.