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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Samnell" data-source="post: 773813" data-attributes="member: 130">California wasn't hot like this, Mark McNamara thought as he endured Hudabo's speech. The speech itself didn't bother him so much. Some of the other students surely needed it. Nor did he need a warning about the hard work ahead of him. Making up about six years of missed schooling made getting dressed and undressed at a few hundred miles an hour look easy; and he had buttons embedded into walls to show he knew how hard that was.He knew he should have a better attitude. They told him that all the time and he tried, but six years with whatever he could get altering his consciousness of living in the streets made a guy cynical. He wanted out of that, wanted it more than anything, but that didn't make any of this easy. He had an acting career ahead of him, maybe. The counselors thought so. He wanted the money badly enough to endure anything, and that included detox and rehab.But Mark hated school even the last time he was inside one. They'd been reading some book about a stupid pony when he ditched the nuns. If he had to read that thing again... Well now that he thought about it it wouldn't take more than a minute or two. He could bear that. Maybe even read it through twice to pass the test. Did he ever pass a test before? He didn't know.Have to keep that in mind. Anything I have to read will only take me a minute or two at worst. Stay positive they said. Mark was positive he could really use a hit of- a swim, he corrected himself. He could use a swim. It was hot and a swim would feel nice. So would a shot of something, but that wouldn't get him the easy life living up in the hills. He got lucky when his powers made the needle scars disappear.He could do this. He could do anything for money. Never having any made having lots sound real good. If he had to smile and wear tights and study to get it, he could do that. As it was he'd be pretty well cooked in a few more minutes like this. Maybe tights wouldn't block the breeze like jeans and a shirt did.Out of habit, Mark looked around and sized up the student body. No obvious gang colors. He didn't expect any, but not finding them was still a relief. He brushed some brown hair off his ear and found a nice shady spot. He  had to go across the garden to get there, but he guessed the doctors wouldn't like it too much if he broke someone's arm bumping into them at high speed, so he walked like normal, threading his way through the group, trying to remember if they said the pool was open all hours or not.If it wasn't, he could always take a quick run to the ocean and- Mark forced himself to dismiss the thought. How far could ocean be? An hour both ways? No. He wasn't getting kicked out for running off to skinny dip in another time zone. Plus they had fish and stuff in the ocean. He only ever swam in pools.</blockquote>

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