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electrocynic) wrote2013-06-24 02:20 pm
electrocynic) wrote2013-06-24 02:20 pm
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Guidance Counselor's Office, Monday
The first short summer term was drawing to a close. And that meant Electroclash had been hanging around this bonkers island for a year and a half already. Weird. And yet somehow not quite as weird and, frankly, utterly fucking stupid as the fact that she was still not leaving. But whatever. This job was a whole lot cushier than the one she'd been doing back in good ol' London.
Mind you, she did miss her heroics sometimes. Maybe she'd even ought to drag her costume-clad arse on the mainland and see about stopping some crime. Or maybe she'd just park it in the chair behind her desk and see if the randomized emails were going to draw any teen miscreants to her to complain about their hardships. Fighting teen disillusionment was sorta the same as fighting crime, really.
Yeah, that's what she'd do today.
[open, mod yer emails, yadda yadda.]
Mind you, she did miss her heroics sometimes. Maybe she'd even ought to drag her costume-clad arse on the mainland and see about stopping some crime. Or maybe she'd just park it in the chair behind her desk and see if the randomized emails were going to draw any teen miscreants to her to complain about their hardships. Fighting teen disillusionment was sorta the same as fighting crime, really.
Yeah, that's what she'd do today.
[open, mod yer emails, yadda yadda.]