[ To say it's been a rough few weeks is probably something of an understatement. When he'd been allowed to return to classes after the bombings in the Dead District, little actually returned to normal. Every corner, every hall, every innocuous place imaginable that had once seemed impenetrable was now subject to very ominous police presence. Without knowing the truth of the matter, many of the students went about their daily lives without paying much attention.
It made them feel safer, the administration said. Gave them 'peace of mind.'
Banagher, when looking at them and the few that patrol the campus with their dogs, feels anything but. So he goes out of his way to avoid them, mind alight with something very wrong about the whole situation. Mind alight, but voice silent. Luckily, it's about midday and the grounds are sparse of both students and police when he finds himself on the way to one of LCU's spacious courtyards, a pile of books and some schoolwork in hand. Maybe he'd just take it home for the day — there was no use in loitering around and getting nothing done like this. Descending the concrete steps, he glances off towards the sunken part of area, at one of the occupied benches.
Maybe it's because his nerves aren't at their best, or he's just caught unaware, but the redhead sitting there just about makes his heart hammer right out of his ribcage. He recognizes her. ...Doesn't he? And, like a champion, completely tangled in this thought that spans two worlds, he loses his grip on his books in his surprise, sending them clattering down against the concrete in a flurry of paper. ]
Miss Mari—
[ He's said the name that comes to mind before he's had time to think about it. No, he thinks about it right around halfway through, and by then, it's a little too late to protect whatever dignity he had left. ]
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It made them feel safer, the administration said. Gave them 'peace of mind.'
Banagher, when looking at them and the few that patrol the campus with their dogs, feels anything but. So he goes out of his way to avoid them, mind alight with something very wrong about the whole situation. Mind alight, but voice silent. Luckily, it's about midday and the grounds are sparse of both students and police when he finds himself on the way to one of LCU's spacious courtyards, a pile of books and some schoolwork in hand. Maybe he'd just take it home for the day — there was no use in loitering around and getting nothing done like this. Descending the concrete steps, he glances off towards the sunken part of area, at one of the occupied benches.
Maybe it's because his nerves aren't at their best, or he's just caught unaware, but the redhead sitting there just about makes his heart hammer right out of his ribcage. He recognizes her. ...Doesn't he? And, like a champion, completely tangled in this thought that spans two worlds, he loses his grip on his books in his surprise, sending them clattering down against the concrete in a flurry of paper. ]
Miss Mari—
[ He's said the name that comes to mind before he's had time to think about it. No, he thinks about it right around halfway through, and by then, it's a little too late to protect whatever dignity he had left. ]