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WHO: the emperor (solidorkable) and you!
WHERE: the institute & city hall ; various places! check comment headings for locations.
WHEN: today
WARNINGS: none, yet
SUMMARY: larsa goes to school, and is for once, behaving like a teenager.
FORMAT: quick to start, then tagger's choice!

[Bad username or unknown identity: smells like teen spirit]

(Everything is terrible and he hates everyone. April makes it out to be as simple as that, that if he just takes it out on everyone else, it should be fine, he'll feel fine. Sadly, Larsa is not that kind of person; he gets up, gets ready and goes to school like he would normally do. He doesn't say much, he isn't even that active in class as he should be.

But, he's there, he's being a teenager for once. Cup of tea? No, this morning he has a poptart that got from the vending machine. Paying attention in class? No, that window is really interesting. Biology? Argh, who cares.

Work? Work is just as bad. He doesn't greet the protestors, doesn't ask what they want - at first. Within five minutes, he's back to see if they're alright or if they require any assistance:

"How do you feel working for a robot?"
"Should the mayor be not human, I would fear he is a very inefficient one."

"Imports are taking our jobs!"
"An issue for the Porter, rather than I, I fear."

"There are raccoons stealing our food!"
"Miss April Ludgate will be able to answer that question."

Maybe nothing has changed.)

Comments

INSTITUTE ; BEFORE CLASS

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[ There's a good twenty minutes before the bell rings and school even starts, and even then John is rushing through the hallways, feet possibly not even touching the ground, face possibly not as forward as it should be, backpack definitely not as closed as it should be.

Needless to say one of his textbooks goes flying out of his back and it takes him a few seconds to come to a screeching, mid-air stop as it lands with a very loud thud in the middle of the hall. ]

Oh! Dammit.

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(As soon as he hears that rip from the zipper in John's backpack, he turns around to see what was happening. He runs to try and grab the backpack before it splits all the way open, before it ends up on the floor.)

Worry not, I will assist you.

(He puts his own books down next to him before he starts gathering the contents of John's backpack.)

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[ John almost drops the backpack completely when suddenly someone's right next to him trying to lend him a hand. Not that he doesn't appreciate the proffered help, but he sure as heck didn't expect it.

He also didn't expect it being offered like that. John's pretty sure he's never actually heard anyone talk like that outside of a movie.

There's no time to question it though. John's too busy pulling his backpack open further so it's easier to cram everything back into it, and dropping it on the ground before jogging over to the textbook that fell a few feet back. ]

Thanks, buddy!

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Think nothing of it. (Larsa gets the whole "you sound like an old man from an old man movie" thing a lot at City Hall. He's learned to just accept the fact that he speaks funny and just gets to neatly getting all of John's books and materials together in a neat and orderly fashion.)

Did anything else fall out?

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[ You've got to imagine a guy that talks like that probably gets lots of commentary on it. Especially when you go to public school. There is basically no way a bunch of high schoolers won't voice their opinions on that.

John walks back over with his textbook and just drops it into his bag without worrying too much about keeping it neat. ]

Besides the books and stuff? I don't think so. Unless something dropped out of it awhile back, but I think it's kind of late to worry about that.

Re: INSTITUTE ; BIOLOGY

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*The dark-skinned girl is early as she often is, sitting in the front of the class as she often does, looking excited and practically bouncing in her seat.

You've never seen anyone so excited to learn about different taxonomy for marine animals in your life, one might wager.*

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(He walks into class late (like he cares today) and sits right next to her. In reality, he actually abhors the subject, and while he tries his best to focus. But taxonomy of marine animals makes him slightly sick.)

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Don't you think this is going to be exciting? Ohhh, I've been waiting for this class for months! I hope we get to dissect an anemone!

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I fear that you would have to bear the burden of dissecting a creature. I have no stomach for it.

INSTITUTE ; BETWEEN CLASSES

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INSTITUTE ; AP EUROPEAN HISTORY

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INSTITUTE ; BIOLOGY

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INSTITUTE ; MATH

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INSTITUTE ; LITERATURE / ENGLISH

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INSTITUTE ; LUNCH / RIGHT BEFORE LARSA LEAVES FOR CITY HALL

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CITY HALL

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"Tell them I'll call off my raccoons when they answer my three questions of power. Or when I see them all in Hell."

April has a strict Do Not Respond to protestors- or does now, ever since the near Taco Shooting debacle of October '12. To put it simply, the less she dealt with them, the less likely City Hall was to have law suits. She stuck to anon trolling their forums, instead. Still, all that didn't mean she didn't see Larsa and the other interns dealing with them. Enough that she could throw out sarcastic commentary from the safety of sitting at her desk, typing away on her computer.

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"I have directed them directly to your lair, then."

Larsa retorts in an almost neutral one, despite the fact that he is absolutely sick of that question. He's even had to carry one away, despite showing it the affections that he usually does. But, in a very odd turn of events, he has actually told them all different locations as to wear April sits. The more work that they can get done, the better.

Excuse me, is this where April Ludgate is?

"Down the hall and to the left, the first door you see is her office." Larsa says, not looking up from the recent imPort polls. Though, he is leading them to a back exit.

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She sticks out her tongue as the idiot wanders away, not even bothering to look up from the screen as she does it. If they found her, she'd deal with it the way Ron had trained her to. By pretending they weren't there.

"I should put Terry in a wig and tell them he's me. I owe him from the last time he blew himself up. He wears enough make-up for it, anyway."

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"If you wished to be flippant about it."

Larsa was just in such a bad mood that he couldn't even entertain the notion of entertaining April. He just paid more attention to his work, being even extra attentive that he even ignored a phone call coming in.

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[ Boss is worried about Larsa. He doesn't show it, of course. The millions of things that he has to do means that he doesn't have much time for the kid. It's not personal, it's just the way things are. The calls from DC, the constant chime and buzz of his phone not just vibrating in his pocket, but also pinging in his head alerts him every .5 seconds that there's something new coming in through the tubes.

He had things he had to do. He really did. But even mayors needed to take breaks. If even just to grab the coffee they so desperately needed before they pass out from sleep deprivation.

And that's how he passes Larsa, looking him over for just a moment before he stops close by. ]

Come on, walk with me.

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(Other than his sour mood, Larsa doesn't show that anything is wrong. He moves as he usually does, darting from place to place in order to keep certain things running. In all honesty, he felt that if he were not here, most people would just let some things fall to ruin.

Larsa hadn't slept, but he was used to it. He just wasn't so used to being emotionally exhausted.)

Is there something that I can do?

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Yeah, I've got a couple of projects for you, if you're up for it.

[ He keeps walking, taking in small details. He and Larsa had already spoken about some things, but he wasn't going to push him on anything. He knew how heavy the head was that wore the crown, and even though Larsa was a kid, he was also an emperor, and sometimes even though he didn't think about it too much, well. There were reminders occasionally.

Or he had to remind himself. The projects, of course, were going to serve as a distraction. It was the least that he could do. ]

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Of course, what is it that you wish of me?

(Larsa is glad that he has much to distract him from everything. He found himself staring at a small family while he was eating his lunch (that he had to make himself again) and drinking his cup of tea. His shoulders that were drooping slightly straightened up as if awoken by the promise of work.)