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NARRATOR: "I sweat profusely, awaiting the dreaded moment. Each tick of the clock tenses my muscles that much more, every minute making more hairs stand on end. It's coming for me, I can feel it. '''<span style="color:red">Death.</span>''' Death in the form of a single sheet of paper. I take the small pile of papers from the student in front of me and pass it backwards after plucking off the top piece. Looking to the top right of the page, I find my fears realized within that small red circle." | NARRATOR: "I sweat profusely, awaiting the dreaded moment. Each tick of the clock tenses my muscles that much more, every minute making more hairs stand on end. It's coming for me, I can feel it. '''<span style="color:red">Death.</span>''' Death in the form of a single sheet of paper. I take the small pile of papers from the student in front of me and pass it backwards after plucking off the top piece. Looking to the top right of the page, I find my fears realized within that small red circle." | ||
NARRATOR: "Forty-three. I hang my head and sigh in resignation. Cursing under my breath, I can feel the aura of a similar sentiment rising from the entire class. It's strange, but that fact lifts my mood by a minuscule amount. Misery loves company, I suppose. As the teacher opens his mouth, the room braces for the inevitable onslaught... ...only to be saved at the last minute. We quickly move to collect our bags and leave for lunch post-haste, but the teacher delivers a parting broadside. | NARRATOR: "Forty-three. I hang my head and sigh in resignation. Cursing under my breath, I can feel the aura of a similar sentiment rising from the entire class. It's strange, but that fact lifts my mood by a minuscule amount. Misery loves company, I suppose. As the teacher opens his mouth, the room braces for the inevitable onslaught... ...only to be saved at the last minute. We quickly move to collect our bags and leave for lunch post-haste, but the teacher delivers a parting broadside. | ||
TEACHER: "We'll be discussing the class' test scores next lesson. Needless to say, there will be quite some discussion to be had." | TEACHER: "We'll be discussing the class' test scores next lesson. Needless to say, there will be quite some discussion to be had." | ||
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HISAO: "..." | HISAO: "..." | ||
<br>''(at the same time)''<br> | <br />''(at the same time)''<br /> | ||
EMI: "Thirty-two!" | EMI: "Thirty-two!" | ||
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LILLY: "This should be large enough..." | LILLY: "This should be large enough..." | ||
NARRATOR: "With both of us seated on the roof, the minutes to the lesson ticking away, she proceeds to lay the item on the ground and begin her work in earnest. Wrapped in silence, I watch her fingers move about on the small square with amazing dexterity. A small fold here, a larger fold there, her fingertips keep a slow but sure pace. Looking up, her expression is calm and placid. The fact her face is pointed well above the sheet in front of her makes the sight of her work all the more curious. Her shoulder slump a bit after finishing one final fold, her work apparently done. It's only when she holds the item up in her hands that I realize what it is. A small origami crane. Light brown thanks to the packaging used, the result looks quite delicate and precise." | NARRATOR: "With both of us seated on the roof, the minutes to the lesson ticking away, she proceeds to lay the item on the ground and begin her work in earnest. Wrapped in silence, I watch her fingers move about on the small square with amazing dexterity. A small fold here, a larger fold there, her fingertips keep a slow but sure pace. Looking up, her expression is calm and placid. The fact her face is pointed well above the sheet in front of her makes the sight of her work all the more curious. Her shoulder slump a bit after finishing one final fold, her work apparently done. It's only when she holds the item up in her hands that I realize what it is." | ||
<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:lilly_crane.jpg|700px]]</p> | |||
NARARTOR: "A small origami crane. Light brown thanks to the packaging used, the result looks quite delicate and precise." | |||
HISAO: "You can do origami?" | HISAO: "You can do origami?" | ||
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[[Category:Act 2 - Past Transcripts]] | [[Category:Act 2 - Past Transcripts]] | ||
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