sirenspull | Fifth Morph

[ A lot of things happened to Marco after his last post. Well, maybe not a lot, but he did things that seem pretty momentous while suffering depression. And thanks to Jesse Pinkman's rather generous donation, he was more than able to get an apartment: he was able to get a job. A real job, mind you. No more consoler Marco, little kids. Summer's over, time to go to school.

When Marco presents himself, he's in a different room now. No hotels, no plain looking beds with plain looking prints of beach paintings. No, there is a real room, a table that looks like it is actually being used. That's a real dinner plate to the side. Behind him is the kitchen, with the oven and the fridge and a toaster and something that looks suspiciously like a waffle iron.

Perhaps the most surprising change of all is Marco. Previously he looked at the NV with a mop of dark hair with crinkled clothes and eyes that just look like he is done with the Universe's jokes and wish them to stop. Now? He's brighter somehow, wearing an actual suit for once. He looks cleaner and sharper, and looks like he even took a small haircut. He still holds the swagger and the shit-eating smirk, but that cold glare he gave to everyone in his previous post is now gone. There's still no warmth to his expression, but it's cocky, as though saying Fuck you world! I'm the better comedian, and I can see the buckets of dog pee that you are and I laugh at it all.

Well, maybe people might not understand exactly what his look is describing as, but they'll get the point. If not, he will be making it clear very soon. ]

I've got a job.

[ He sounds terribly pleased with this. ]

Now, I thought about going to school. Gave it some real, deep, serious thought. I thought about home. I thought about being here. I thought about home again, and then I realize: no way I am going to be the same kid from home.

Screw home. Screw it all. Gangs are one thing, those are a dime a dozen and they still shoot you in the head. I can deal with gangs. Well, I rather not, I hate them, personally, but I can tolerate them. It's a human thing I can deal with, you know. But good God I'm tired of home. I'm tired of going to school. You know what school is? A place where you have to pretend you learn everything, do things half the time you don't even care, and come back again.

But then I have to go home, pretend I'm asleep, and go out at night to be part of a secretive guerrilla war. And Hell just happens to be directly underneath my school.

If that won't solidify your hatred for your school, I don't know what will.

So I'm going to take a job that might not give me the risk of getting shot, or disemboweled, or stealing old men's toupees.

I think being an actor covers that, don't you?

And hey, if I have to sing the praises of AGI on the side . . . well, I'm good with that too.

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So you're an actor now?

[No judgment here. Jesse's looking really proud, actually.]

Sadly, the cast director didn't think I was awesome enough for top billing, but I managed to impress her.

Give it time, yo. You'll get to the top if you keep at it.

I will. It will simply a matter of how and when.

Thanks for the money, dude. It helped.

[ He mostly used it on getting a new suit when getting ready for the casting. ]

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No problem. You call me if you ever need anything else, too.

No problem.

Do you always throw dough at little orphan Annies?

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What kind of school were you going to?

[ Even Franziska's weren't that bad. Just boring. ]

The kind that is the go-to place for aliens needing new slaves. You wouldn't believe how many gullible people there are in school.

[ This sounds like the plot of a sci-fi novel. Not that she reads those or anything. ]

Really.

I wish I was kidding. One of them was here, if you can believe it. But it got killed, so good riddance.

Did you learn normal things or was it just... slave training?

If you were a slave to a Yeerk, you don't get any training. They literally control your body.

So I have the best education the American public school system has to offer.

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Good luck. [ She'll be waiting to see him get famous enough to be in the tabloids. ]

[ He can't wait for the tabloids either. ]

Why thank you, but I don't need it.

Are you sure?

Luck is for suckers who believe in it.

You either got a good day or you have a bad one.

I don't know, sounds like luck determines whether you'll have a good or a bad day.

Luck is something that people believe they have, like they believe they have God's good graces or the spirit of Elvis in them.

All you got determining what you have is your own smarts to deal what's happening now.

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You know what, I did all my real learning outside of school. Good for you about the job.

Yeah? What did you learn, then?

A lot about the world, myself, and how to hunt monsters. And what kind of person I wanted to be.

Going to school here is a win/lose situation. It helps you feel normal, but if you bank on going home at any time, why bother with it? I suggest taking some classes on the side, maybe at the universities? Just to keep up with the stuff here. Nice, on the job. Good for you. How are you holding up?

I'm told by AGI that I will be needing a tutor until I turn legal age, since my job really wouldn't let me go to school daily anyway. Something about underage laws.

I'm alive. I'm sure you know by now that Visser One is dead.

I hope you find a good tutor. Those can work out pretty well. Yeah, I saw it on the network. Are you okay?

I'm absolutely estatic, man. I was readying to fight in the trenches against her and now I don't have too. Now I need sources in SERO to find out what she'd been doing and destroy the projects she had been working on.

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