Room 304, Monday Night

[chasingangela]

After dinner in the common room, Angela came back to her room and flopped onto bed. Meeting Luke had been ... kind of odd, especially after her conversation with Rory a few days before. At least Alanna understood how much the whole thing sucked, and no one seemed to hold the whole gremlin thing against her.

She'd met the new librarian, too, who seemed very cool. And Cross-Species Communication was interesting.

She scratched a sleepy Min with one hand and stared into space, leaving her dorm room door open so she could see any action.

[OOC: Open.]

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[chasingangela]

"Hey yourself," Angela said, scooting over on the bed and inviting him to lie down beside her with a look. "Looks like it's been a long day for you, too."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Classes," Marty said taking off his jacket and hanging it on the back of a chair. "For some reason I found them more tiring than the workshops. I guess school is back in session for real. Y'know?"

Marty kicked off his shoes and took the spot next to Angela. "How was your day?"

[chasingangela]

"I had creature languages and stopped by thelibrary," Angela said. She rubbed her eyes. "Have you met a kid called Luke yet?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Luke? No I haven't," Marty said resting his eyes. "Did he blow up the common room? Because I think that's becoming a tradition."

[chasingangela]

Angela shook her head, smiling a little at the suggested tradition. "Ready for something incredibly weird and pretty sad?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty opened one eye to see what kind of expression was on Angela's face. "What happened?"

[chasingangela]

"Nothing!," Angela insisted, a bit too brightly. "He's just -- he's Anakin Skywalker's kid. And he says Anakin's been dead his whole life."

She watched Marty to see how he'd take it.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty's face went blank with shock. "What... What happened to him?"

[chasingangela]

"Got murdered," Angela said simply, and she drew her legs up and started rocking. "It sounds like basically his whole civilzation is gone, Marty."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty put his arm around Angela. "That's..."

He tried to go on but nothing came out for a moment or two.

"Rory?"

[chasingangela]

"I think she's shutting a lot of it out," Angela said. "Gets better, too. The jerk who killed him is a teacher here. I tried to talk Rory into getting him fired and she said not to."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

A cold look goes over Marty's face and his hand reflexively goes to rub the set of ribs that were broken last year.

"Why not?"

[chasingangela]

"Because we should trust the administration like good little boys and girls," Angela said, disgust in her voice. "I don't know, I hate it but maybe she's right and I know better than to talk Rory out of anything, especially when she's like this."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Marty replied in a dead tone. "Then again the school thought Angelus was safe to have in a classroom."

[chasingangela]

"And Rory thought he was all misunderstood," Angela said, stomach turning sickly.

She put her head on his shoulder. "We're either paranoid or doomed."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty slipped his arms around Angela's waist and held her close and said nothing for a very long time.

"For now? I'm just going to go with paranoid and hope for the best," he said finally and without much conviction.

[chasingangela]

"Yay paranoia," Angela said, without enthusiasm.

But the holding close was nice. "We haven't met him yet," she reminded Marty. "We're hearing this all thirdhand. Could be wrong."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I hope so," Marty kissing the top of Angela's head. "I'm not really up for a repeat of last year. What teacher is this?"

[chasingangela]

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