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Who: Heero Yuy and Olive Penderghast
What: And then Heero accidentally graduated. :V
When: Some time today.
Where: Olive's room.
Warnings: Nope.
Heero had been lying low for the last several days, thinking things over and trying to decide what his next move should be. There were moments where he didn't want to leave, necessarily. Being on the Barge had never been an unwelcome punishment - he knew he deserved to be there and he didn't care that he'd been killed (he had actually been kind of glad it had happened) - and he actually liked a lot of people here. He didn't really know what he had to do to graduate, but he knew he was close, and he wasn't sure that that was going to mean for his future.
The only thing he did know was that he didn't want to kill himself anymore and he didn't necessarily want to be dead, either, and every time he considered what he should be doing with himself, he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to get home. It was a completely foreign concept, and he wasn't quite sure what to do with it or how that was going to help - escape from here was totally futile, as proven over and over again by some of the more stubborn inmates - but he knew he needed to talk to someone about it.
So, realizing the potential weight of what he was about to do, he headed to his warden's room and knocked on the door, stepping back and waiting patiently for her to answer it.
What: And then Heero accidentally graduated. :V
When: Some time today.
Where: Olive's room.
Warnings: Nope.
Heero had been lying low for the last several days, thinking things over and trying to decide what his next move should be. There were moments where he didn't want to leave, necessarily. Being on the Barge had never been an unwelcome punishment - he knew he deserved to be there and he didn't care that he'd been killed (he had actually been kind of glad it had happened) - and he actually liked a lot of people here. He didn't really know what he had to do to graduate, but he knew he was close, and he wasn't sure that that was going to mean for his future.
The only thing he did know was that he didn't want to kill himself anymore and he didn't necessarily want to be dead, either, and every time he considered what he should be doing with himself, he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to get home. It was a completely foreign concept, and he wasn't quite sure what to do with it or how that was going to help - escape from here was totally futile, as proven over and over again by some of the more stubborn inmates - but he knew he needed to talk to someone about it.
So, realizing the potential weight of what he was about to do, he headed to his warden's room and knocked on the door, stepping back and waiting patiently for her to answer it.