[ The door slides open and Jack's casually munching on one of the poptarts from the gross MREs they were given in the last supply drop. He's got it about half eaten when he slips into the rover past her, and holds out that remaining half like 'here, i brought you this'. ]
[Fiona chuckles.] So I take it you've never been to preschool. [She makes her way to the cockpit, her designated space as driver of the vehicle. Muffled rap music is playing in the... stereo, and a framed picture of her family sits on the dashboard. They're shopping for groceries, and none of them seem to be looking at the camera.]
[A piece of gauze is sitting out, and Fiona was obviously using the medical equipment to sew sutures into it as practice. She moves it off the driver's seat before she sits down.]
oh pretend this is day 38 actually, b/c jack's face was messed up on 37
Homeschooled. [ he answers out of the corner of his mouth, while the rest is busy chewing on his latest bite of poptart, wandering along behind Fiona to flop into the navigator's chair next to her. ]
They give you cheese in preschool? [ His tutors didn't give him cheese, this is bullshit. ]
Oh, that explains it. [Said jokingly. Jack is not actually the picture of homeschooled mouth-breathing Fiona usually conjures when faced with the subject.] They don't give out cheese in Mrs Monroe's basement, but the little baggies are easy to swipe from bodegas.
[Said with probably less shame than she should have. She cracks the window and begins lighting a cigarette, offering him one in the process.]
[ he was also homeschooled by expensive people with a lot of degrees in palace offices so. it was a little different than typical homeschooling. ] You went to school in someone's basement?
[ eyebrow raised, and he'll accept that cigarette, tyvm. ] Remind me to call you if I need extra condiments lifted off the Skellies next time they're in town.
I never needed to. Most people just gave me whatever I wanted. Isn't shoplifting if they let you take it. [ he remembers that fiona never read his file, so she probably doesn't know why, but its the truth. ] Homeschooled, remember?
Yeah, nothing bad, just arson. [Fiona shrugs, you know, whatever.]
[She remembers hearing about how Jack is apparently living in the lap of luxury; maybe he's some D-list celebrity. Maybe he has a reality show. It's not like anyone higher on the ladder of fame would talk to her.] I thought they were supposed to teach you life skills in high school. [There's a smile in her voice.]
They teach you life skills in the military. I can't really imagine public schools giving you the same kind of lessons. [ you know, getting your ass kicked if you back talk. not stepping on land mines. that shit. ]
Yeah, just arson. [There's a laugh in Fiona's voice, though it doesn't quite reach the surface.]
They teach you all kinds of shit in public schools. How to hide blunts, how to make a shiv. [She's kidding about the second one (she learned that after she graduated).]
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Who puts cheese on jelly poptarts?
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[A piece of gauze is sitting out, and Fiona was obviously using the medical equipment to sew sutures into it as practice. She moves it off the driver's seat before she sits down.]
oh pretend this is day 38 actually, b/c jack's face was messed up on 37
They give you cheese in preschool? [ His tutors didn't give him cheese, this is bullshit. ]
cant forget his beautiful face
[Said with probably less shame than she should have. She cracks the window and begins lighting a cigarette, offering him one in the process.]
truth yo
[ eyebrow raised, and he'll accept that cigarette, tyvm. ] Remind me to call you if I need extra condiments lifted off the Skellies next time they're in town.
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Oh, c'mon, you can't shoplift? What did you do in high school? [Because clearly that's a recreational activity.]
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I never needed to. Most people just gave me whatever I wanted. Isn't shoplifting if they let you take it. [ he remembers that fiona never read his file, so she probably doesn't know why, but its the truth. ] Homeschooled, remember?
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[She remembers hearing about how Jack is apparently living in the lap of luxury; maybe he's some D-list celebrity. Maybe he has a reality show. It's not like anyone higher on the ladder of fame would talk to her.] I thought they were supposed to teach you life skills in high school. [There's a smile in her voice.]
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They teach you life skills in the military. I can't really imagine public schools giving you the same kind of lessons. [ you know, getting your ass kicked if you back talk. not stepping on land mines. that shit. ]
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They teach you all kinds of shit in public schools. How to hide blunts, how to make a shiv. [She's kidding about the second one (she learned that after she graduated).]
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Did you ever get around to, you know, math? Geography? Science?
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