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[notwalking]

What a trip.

My knuckles are split.  Worth it.  Last thing I remember is yelling "FINALLY" in Nolan's face when he said I was expelled, and then all of the sudden I'm here.  And I don't even really know where here is.  Switzerland.  I always wanted to travel, get some Swedish triplet love, but what the hell?  It's taken me four days to figure out how to even use this thing.  Still don't know what it's even for.

I can't tell you how different this is from Welton, which is beyond great, if you don't count the whole none of my friends are here deal.  And we're fictional?  And our movie is pretty popular in high schools?  News to me.

And hey, there's no sign of my dad, so fuck law school!

On the subject of Hellton and the law school that does not exist, they said I have to do my senior year over again.  What the shit.  Who else goes to the school here?  Never mind, I don't care, more importantly: who else goes to the school and wants to raise hell with me?
  

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[bestchild.livejournal.com]

In my world, I was chosen - a long with a couple of other dumbass kids - to pilot the an Evangelion, this giant robot. Then we fought these evil creatures called Angels who kept attacking Tokyo 3. I was looked after by my boss, since both my parents... weren't around. Back in Germany though, where I grew up, I'd finished high school. Here, they think since I'm fourteen I've gotta go to class, which is total scheiße. It takes way too long to translate the stupid questions from English, and I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

[notwalking]

Giant robot?

God damn, girl. Well, you'll like school once I'm there.

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

That's what I wrote! It's okay, my mother was watching over me. I was killed by about thirteen son-of-a-bitch upgrades, but I went down fighting.

I guess I'd better start showing up, then.

[notwalking]

Giant robot. Huh. And I thought I had problems.

Yeah, you really should. Don't miss gym at least, not kidding when I say I'm a god. What's the English program like?

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

I do not have problems!

I speak English as a third language, so I tend to have trouble with dumb essays, and there's not really a lot of new books being written these days since everyone's all sciency. But otherwise it's... well, it's a school class, what do you expect.

[notwalking]

Sorry, sweetcheeks. Didn't mean to strike a nerve.

If you had asked me a year ago I wouldn't expect much. I think I'll make my own program. Reform the society. I write poetry, you know. It'll melt your heart.

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

Don't call me sweetcheeks, I'm not some hure. Poetry, though, I think I could stand to hear some poetry.

[notwalking]

Well then, what should I call you? Lamb's another good one.

Oh, I'll write you poetry.

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

Call me Asuka, moron, all my friends do. And if you compare me to a summers day I can't be held responsible for my actions.

[notwalking]

That's no fun, but I aim to please.

Can't be held responsible in a good way? Or a painful way? Because pain can be good too, Asuka.

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

Oh, you don't need to tell me pain can be good.

[notwalking]

I like you. You got moxie.

[bestchild.livejournal.com]

Thanks~ ♥

[notwalking]

Any time, Asuka.