Alright, this is a wee collaboration I am doing with
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-Setting/Background)-
No. Why? How could something like this happen?
When the American strike force was sent into the middle east; the supposed apex of the "axis of evil," it was never believed that they would be met with such resistance. We knew they had WMDs, but they had expected us, and had taken appropriate countermeasures.
1A
*BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGG.*
*groan* "Hm, what?" *yawn* "Is it 8:00 already?"
:Leon Giribaldi:
Occupation: Student
Age: 21
Major: Visual Arts
"No, it's a quarter 'til 9:00. Dude, get your ass out of bed. I won't let you make me late again. Put on some pants and let's get this show on the road!"
:Roy Sharpson:
Occupation: Student
Age: 22
Major: Civil Engineering
"What? Already? Damn it. Hammond is going to kill me if I'm late again. How much time we got?"
Leon quickly pulls up and buttons a pair of faded blue jeans that had previously taken residence on the floor. He pulls his cellular phone off the charger and hurriedly crams it into his left pocket.
"Would you really blame her? Sure, it could mean some bad PR for the university, but I think you're worth it."
Leon returns Roy's sentiment with a grin as he ties the graying laces of his all-stars. They were his favorite pair, despite the variations of colour from projects past. After extensive rummaging, Leon was able to procure his keys.
2A
"So how is everything going with you and Mia?" said Leon
"Well, you know. Pretty much the same I guess." said Roy
"What is that supposed to mean? You mean you still didn't tell her?" said Leon, with an air of confusion.
"It's nothing to tell." said Roy
"It? You call it 'it.' You mean you can't even say it out loud?" said Leon
"What difference does it make?" said Roy
"'What difference does it make?' The difference is the obvious guilt that you feel." said Leon
"What you mean that I should feel guilty about having a bit of fun. She's out on some jungle island in the South Pacific doing God knows what and I'm stuck here and I'm the bad guy now?" said Roy
The two became silent, not unlike their fathers before them had done. Roy and Leon went way back, but their fathers had outdone them in this department as well. As they pulled into the checkpoint, an armed guard in full uniform addressed them and motioned for Leon to roll down his window.
"Business" snapped the guard.
"Educational" said Leon, as he had done countless times before.
"Level" piped the guard.
"Student- Junior" said Leon.
"Student- Senior" said Roy.
"Proceed. Have a nice day" Despite the obviously forced complacency in his voice, Leon had really felt as though the guard had some sincerity in his simple words. A faint smile formed in the corners of his lips.
3A
"Good morning class, I'm sure that you're all quite excited about today's lecture. For those of you who bothered to look ahead in your syllabus or heaven forbid actually did the reading beforehand- per my recommendation at the term's start, we will be covering the cell cycle. May I remind you that this is the final leg of our wonderful journey through Biology 101, which will come to a welcomed close following our final exam thursday."
:Prof. Hammond:
Occupation: Instructor, Biology Department, Central University
Age: 30ish
Talent: Violin
"Is it me, or does Hammond have an especially large stick up her ass today?" said Leon.
"You really wonder why she doesn't like you?" said Roy.
Despite Leon's constant complaints, he had long held a flame for Professor Sara Hammond. She was by far one of the campus' most gifted faculty member (in multiple areas). Her classic A-line skirt was reminiscent of the Catholic school teachers Leon had once known before the "Awakening," but with a few diversions. Instead of the unflattering horn-rimmed glasses, Ms. Hammond had decided to wear contacts which were tinted ice blue to mask her normally hazel eyes. Leon thought her quite tall for a woman, a fact with was only exacerbated by her stilettos. Her russet-brown hair was held together by two ornate chopsticks; a style that changed only in its ornamentation.
"You're sad, you know that?" whispered Roy.
Leon looked up, after losing himself temporarily in the ever changing curves of Prof. Hammond's pressed cotton dress shirt as she would write rhythmically upon the worn blackboard.
"What? Some of us are here to learn here. Leave me alone, man." sneered Leon.
"Yeah, some of us here to learn. Biology. Apparently some of us are moving up to anatomy a bit prematurely, don't you think?" snickered Roy.
"Was that a joke?" said Prof. Hammond. "I do love a good joke, please tell it aloud, so we can all enjoy."
"Uh. Uh, no ma'am. It's nothing important." said Roy.
"My my now, why are you so afraid to share your humor with the rest of the class? Ms. Faraway, wouldn't you like to hear a joke?"
:Ingrid Faraway:
Occupation:
Age: 21
Major: Russian Language & Foreign Relations
"No Prof. Hammond." peeped Ingrid.
"You do enjoy a good laugh, don't you Ingrid? It is good for the soul." inquired Prof. Hammond as Ingrid sat, staring at her notepad, pencil still poised ready to return to her notetaking. "Well, I suppose we should get back to our lecture. Please keep your comments and observations to yourself, Mr. Sharpson."
"Yes Professor Hammond" said Roy, who had since become flushed with embarrassment at being called out during class. Leon smiled in amusement as Roy elbowed him in the ribs.