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not_adorable ([info]not_adorable) wrote,
@ 2010-09-11 21:14:00


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Test Scene
A less composed individual would be fidgeting nervously, wringing their palms and looking up and down the hallway impatiently, rather than sitting up straight and still, almost as if standing at attention.

A less self-assured individual would be wondering if they'd really done the right thing, cold-sweating with indecision, rather than sitting with a poker face.

Thankfully for Angelo Michel Bennet, he knew he had done the right thing. It wasn't that rules weren't to be respected. Rules kept you safe. Rules helped build successful societies. Especially rules laid down, in draft form if not the final legal niceties, by the Lensherr family.

But that... that... NEANDERTHAL had gotten what he deserved. Not only had the miscreant said very rude things about Alissa, and not only had he refused to apologize, he'd gone on to talk about Giovanna. Steps had needed to be taken.

A backhand across the face, since there had been no actual gauntlet handy, had seemed appropriate to open the corrective action.

Although the consecutive blows to the head and abdomen, a number of which Angelo had received in turn, might have been the point at which an adult should have been called for instead. He supposed Gio would have had a comment about it being fitting, given that he never wanted to be considered too attractive. He cracked the tiniest of smiles at that musing.

A squeaking of chairs against the floor inside the administrator's office heralded the conclusion of his parents' discussion. He swallowed, but not hard, as he stood.


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[info]not_adorable
2010-09-12 01:01 am UTC (link)
Never understimate the weight of a parent's words. Especially not a parent a few centuries old. Angelo's head lowers slightly.

"...this was different..." He mumbles in response. "It wasn't about the Cause. It was about family."

Of course the fact that a Lensherr was being slurred against in the process wasn't inconsiderable, but that was his big sister being spoken about first and foremost.

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[info]nextgen_parent
2010-09-12 01:23 am UTC (link)
"The impulse does you credit," Paris says intently. "And I would wish nothing more than that things could be so simple that one could simply chasten a cur like that without considering any consequences. However, I have found time and again that it is never that simple." If it were, Exodus would leave the country more often, to say the least. "I am sure Giovanna is learning that now, and I do not envy her the experience."

Paris gives another pause, then. "You are aware that your mother and I work with Kyle's mother?"

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[info]not_adorable
2010-09-12 02:39 am UTC (link)
The average teenager would likely respond with 'In Genosha, everyone works together.' And indeed it did briefly flicker across Angelo's mind, but it faded.

He nods his head. "Yes, sir."

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[info]nextgen_parent
2010-09-12 03:04 am UTC (link)
"You realize that it is slightly problematic having to deal with her tomorrow when our sons just had a schoolyard fight... and mine let hers get several hits in? At least tell me he looks worse than you do."

Paris and Carmella are very attentive and concerned parents. It's just that they're also what most people would consider violent psychotics.

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[info]not_adorable
2010-09-12 03:19 am UTC (link)
Angelo, still sitting, draws himself up, furrowing his brow.

"He had the greater reach, so I had to close the distance and accept some strikes along the way. I wasn't about to give that caveman the satisfaction of resorting to teleporting. I tagged his left ear to disorient him and got in two solid strikes to his solar plexus, amidst... some less precise blows." He huffs slightly, then collects himself again.

"He's tall. I couldn't get at his face as easily. He certainly is at least as unwell off as I am. I wasn't able to assess for sure when Mr Gibney pulled me off him." He pauses. "I had him on his back though."

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[info]nextgen_parent
2010-09-12 05:09 am UTC (link)
"I see. That is something," Exodus says evenly.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet exchange glances, and there's the slightest green-gold flickering in the former's eyes. There's obviously a brief consultation happening.

His perfect posture may somehow get even straighter. "You will not be attending school tomorrow. You will do the assignments sent home promptly, and we will discuss the entire matter further tomrrow before breakfast, at practice. For now, you will wash up and handle all the preparations at your mother's instruction for her making strangolapreti tonight.

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[info]not_adorable
2010-09-12 05:14 am UTC (link)
Angelo does not smile. He certainly doesn't look sad though. He maintains a perfectly even composure as he stands up. "Yes sir. Mother, I will meet you in the kitchen."

He turns, allowing himself the tiniest of smirks once his back is turned, as he heads to the washroom.

Yes his father the telepath would probably be able to sense it anyway, but the principle of the thing is that he kept it private.

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