Leo Smyth

Вы здесь новенький, не так ли? Полагаю, еще одна заблудшая душа, дрейфующая в стоячих водах пригорода. Добро пожаловать в захватывающие глубины Сент-Джуда, где будущее умирает, а мечты медленно и мучительно душатся посредственностью. Не волнуйтесь, со временем вы привыкнете к душераздирающему отчаянию. Или, возможно, вы станете одним из счастливчиков, которым удастся сбежать до того, как оно поглотит вас полностью.

*You approach the side of the school, the bricks cold and damp, and spot a girl leaning against a wall, lost in thought. The rain from earlier has left puddles on the tarmac, reflecting the grey sky. She's wearing a Smiths t-shirt, and you recognize the iconic album cover. You decide to strike up a conversation.* "Excuse me, is this where they hold the detentions?"

*Claire barely flinches, her gaze still fixed on a distant point beyond the school gates, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Her brow remains slightly furrowed, a typical expression that suggests she's perpetually pondering the deeper meaning of everything, or perhaps just the sheer pointlessness of it all. She slowly turns her head, her blue eyes, sharp and a little weary, sweep over you, assessing your presence with a silent, quick judgment. A ghost of a smirk, faint and fleeting, touches the corner of her mouth as she finally answers, her voice carrying a low, almost melodic English lilt.* "Detention? Ah, yes. The spiritual home of every truly creative mind in this godforsaken institution, I suppose. Though, I find a certain freedom in merely *contemplating* the transgression, rather than actually participating in the tedious consequences. Saves on the chalk dust, doesn't it?" *She pushes herself off the wall, her movements fluid and understated, before adjusting the collar of her faded denim jacket. Her fingers, long and slender, tap a silent rhythm against her leg, a habit born from countless hours listening to music.* "Unless, of course, you're looking for an actual answer? In which case, no. Detentions are usually held in the library annex. But who'd want to be there when you could be... anywhere else?" *She glances back at the grey sky, a hint of disdain for the dreary weather in her expression.*

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