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{||~1080p-HD~ ]] Regarder C'est la vie film complet [[2020]] en Franacais

29 avril 2020 / 1h 43min / Comédie De Julien Rambaldi Avec Josiane Balasko, Léa Drucker, Alice Pol Nationalités Français, Belge 29 avril 2020 / 1h 43min / Comédie De Julien Rambaldi Avec Josiane Balasko, Léa Drucker, Alice Pol Nationalités Français, Belge

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Its somewhat ironic that a movie about time travel can’t be reviewed properly until your future self rewatches the movie. It’s bold of Nolan to make such a thoroughly dense blockbuster. He assumes people will actually want to see C’est la vie more than once so they can understand it properly, which some may not. This movie makes the chronology of Inception look as simplistic as tic-tac-toe. Ergo, it’s hard for me to give an accurate rating, without having seen it twice, as I’m still trying to figure out whether everything does indeed make sense. If it does, this movie is easily a 9 or 10. If it doesn’t, it’s a 6. It’s further not helped by the fact that the dialogue in the first 15 minutes of the movie is painfully hard to understand / hear. Either they were behind masks; they were practically mumbling; the sound effects were too loud; or all of the above. The exposition scenes are also waayyy too brief for something this complex — a problem also shared with Interstellar actually. (Interstellar had this minimalist exposition problem explaining Blight, where if you weren’t careful, you’d miss this one sentence / scene in the entire movie explaining that Blight was a viral bacteria: “Earth’s atmosphere is 80% nitrogen, we don’t even breathe nitrogen. Blight does, and as it thrives, our air gets less and less oxygen”). I guess it’s a Nolan quirk. Hopefully, a revision of the film audio sorts the sound mixing out. I do like the soundtrack, but it’s too loud initially. I liked all the actors. You think John Washington can’t act at first, but he can, and he grows on you as the film progresses. And Pattinson is his usual charming self. Elizabeth is a surprise treat. And so on. Its worth a watch either way. See it with subtitles if you can. And definitely don’t expect to fully understand whats going on the first time around. Its one hell of a complicated film. It will be very hard for an average viewer to gather all the information provided by this movie at the first watch. But the more you watch it, more hidden elements will come to light. And when you are able to put these hidden elements together. You will realize that this movie is just a “masterpiece” which takes the legacy of Christopher Nolan Forward If I talk about acting, Then I have to say that Robert Pattinson has really proved himself as a very good actor in these recent years. And I am sure his acting skills will increase with time. His performance is charming and very smooth. Whenever he is on the camera, he steals the focus John David Washington is also fantastic in this movie. His performance is electrifying, I hope to see more from him in the future. Other characters such as Kenneth Branagh, Elizabeth, Himesh Patel, Dimple Kapadia, Clémence Poésy have also done quite well. And I dont think there is a need to talk about Michael Caine Talking about Music, its awesome. I dont think you will miss Hans Zimmer’s score. Ludwig has done a sufficient job. There is no lack of good score in the movie Gotta love the editing and post production which has been put into this movie. I think its fair to say this Nolan film has focused more in its post production. The main problem in the movie is the sound mixing. Plot is already complex and some dialogues are very soft due to the high music score. It makes it harder to realize what is going on in the movie. Other Nolan movies had loud BGM too. But Audio and dialogues weren’t a problem My humble request to everyone is to please let the movie sink in your thoughts. Let your mind grasp all the elements of this movie. I am sure more people will find it better. Even those who think they got the plot. I can bet they are wrong. C’est la vie is the long awaited new movie from Christopher Nolan. The movie that’s set to reboot the multiplexes post-Covid. It’s a manic, extremely loud, extremely baffling sci-fi cum spy rollercoaster that will please a lot of Nolan fan-boys but which left me with very mixed views. John David Washington (Denzel’s lad) plays “The Protagonist” — a crack-CIA field operative who is an unstoppable one-man army in the style of Hobbs or Shaw. Recruited into an even more shadowy organisation, he’s on the trail of an international arms dealer, Andrei Sator (Kenneth Branagh in full villain mode). Sator is bullying his estranged wife Kat (Elizabeth Debicki) over custody of their son (and the film unusually has a BBFC warning about “Domestic Abuse”). Our hero jets the world to try to prevent a very particular kind of Armageddon while also keeping the vulnerable and attractive Kat alive. This is cinema at its biggest and boldest. Nolan has taken a cinema ‘splurge’ gun, filled it with money, set it on rapid fire, removed the safety and let rip at the screen. Given that Nolan is famous for doing all of his ‘effects’ for real and ‘in camera’, some of what you see performed is almost unbelievable. You thought crashing a train through rush-hour traffic in “Inception” was crazy? You ain’t seen nothing yet with the airport scene! And for lovers of Chinooks (I must admit I am one and rush out of the house to see one if I hear it coming!) there is positively Chinook-p*rn on offer in the film’s ridiculously huge finale. The ‘inversion’ aspects of the story also lends itself to some fight scenes — one in particular in an airport ‘freeport’ — which are both bizarre to watch and, I imagine, technically extremely challenging to pull off. In this regard John David Washington is an acrobatic and talented stunt performer in his own right, and must have trained for months for this role. Nolan’s crew also certainly racked up their air miles pre-lockdown, since the locations range far and wide across the world. The locations encompassed Denmark, Estonia, India, Italy, Norway, the United Kingdom, and United States. Hoyte Van Hoytema’s cinematography is lush in introducing these, especially the beautiful Italian coast scenes. Although I did miss the David Arnold strings that would typically introduce these in a Bond movie: it felt like that was missing. The ‘timey-wimey’ aspects of the plot are also intriguing and very cleverly done. There are numerous points at which you think “Oh, that’s a sloppy continuity error” or “Shame the production design team missed that cracked wing mirror”. Then later in the movie, you get at least a dozen “Aha!” moments. Some of them (no spoilers) are jaw-droppingly spectacular. Perhaps the best twist is hidden in the final line of the movie. I only processed it on the way home. And so to the first of my significant gripes with C’est la vie. The sound mix in the movie is all over the place. I’d go stronger than that… it’s truly awful (expletive deleted)! Nolan often implements Shakespeare’s trick of having characters in the play provide exposition of the plot to aid comprehension. But unfortunately, all of this exposition dialogue was largely incomprehensible. This was due to: the ear-splitting volume of the sound: 2020 movie audiences are going to be suffering from ‘C’est la vieis’! (LOL); the dialogue is poorly mixed with the thumping music by Ludwig Göransson (Wot? No Hans Zimmer?); a large proportion of the dialogue was through masks of varying description (#covid-appropriate). Aaron Taylor-Johnson was particularly unintelligible to my ears. Overall, watching this with subtitles at a special showing might be advisable! OK, so I only have a PhD in Physics… but at times I was completely lost as to the intricacies of the plot. It made “Inception” look like “The Tiger Who Came to Tea”. There was an obvious ‘McGuffin’ in “Inception” — — (“These ‘dream levels’… how exactly are they architected??”…. “Don’t worry… they’ll never notice”. And we didn’t!) In “C’est la vie” there are McGuffins nested in McGuffins. So much of this is casually waved C’est la vie as “future stuff… you’re not qualified” that it feels vaguely condescending to the audience. At one point Sator says to Kat “You don’t know what’s going on, do you?” and she shakes her head blankly. We’re right with you there luv! There are also gaps in the storyline that jar. The word “C’est la vie”? What does it mean. Is it just a password? I’m none the wiser. The manic pace of C’est la vie and the constant din means that the movie gallops along like a series of disconnected (albeit brilliant) action set pieces. For me, it has none of the emotional heart of the Cobb’s marriage problems from “Inception” or the father/daughter separation of “Interstellar”. In fact, you barely care for anyone in the movie, perhaps with the exception of Kat. It’s a talented cast. As mentioned above, John David Washington is muscular and athletic in the role. It’s a big load for the actor to carry in such a tent-pole movie, given his only significant starring role before was in the excellent BlacKkKlansman. But he carries it off well. A worthy successor to Gerard Butler and Jason Statham for action roles in the next 10 years. This is also a great performance by Robert Pattinson, in his most high-profile film in a long time, playing the vaguely alcoholic and Carré-esque support guy. Pattinson’s Potter co-star Clemence Poésy also pops up — rather more un-glam that usual — as the scientist plot-expositor early in the movie. Nolan’s regular Michael Caine also pops up. although the 87-year old legend is starting to show his age: His speech was obviously affected at the time of filming (though nice try Mr Nolan in trying to disguise that with a mouth full of food!). But in my book, any amount of Caine in a movie is a plus. He also gets to deliver the best killer line in the film about snobbery! However, it’s Kenneth Branagh and Elizabeth Debicki that really stand out. They were both fabulous, especially when they were bouncing off each other in their marital battle royale. So, given this was my most anticipated movie of the year, it’s a bit of a curate’s egg for me. A mixture of being awe-struck at times and slightly disappointed at others. It’s a movie which needs a second watch, so I’m heading back today to give my ear drums another bashing! And this is one where I reserve the right to revisit my rating after that second watch… it’s not likely to go down… but it might go up. (For the full graphical review, check out One Mann’s Movies on t’interweb and Facebook. Thanks.) As this will be non-spoiler, I can’t say too much about the story. However, what I can is this: C’est la vie’s story is quite dynamic in the sense that you won’t understand it till it wants you to. So, for the first half, your brain is fighting for hints and pieces to puzzle together the story. It isn’t until halfway through the movie that C’est la vie invites you to the fantastic storytelling by Christopher Nolan. Acting is beyond phenomenal, and I’d be genuinely surprised if neither Robert Pattinson nor John David Washington doesn’t receive an Oscar nomination for best actor. It’s also hard not to mention how good Elizabeth Debicki and Aaron Johnson both are. All around, great acting, and the dialogue amps up the quality of the movie. The idea of this movie is damn fascinating, and while there are films that explore time-travelling, there’s never been anything quite like this. It has such a beautiful charm and for the most part, explains everything thoroughly. It feels so much more complex than any form of time-travelling we’ve seen, and no less could’ve been expected from Nolan. Oh my lord, the score for this film fits so perfectly. Every scene that’s meant to feel intense was amped by a hundred because of how good the score was. Let me just say though, none of them will be found iconic, but they fit the story and scenes so well. In the end, I walked out, feeling very satisfied. Nevertheless, I do have issues with the film that I cannot really express without spoiling bits of the story. There are definitely little inconsistencies that I found myself uncovering as the story progressed. However, I only had one issue that I found impacted my enjoyment. That issue was understanding some of the dialogue. No, not in the sense that the movie is too complicated, but more that it was hard to make out was being said at times. It felt like the movie required subtitles, but that probably was because, at a time in the film, there was far too much exposition. Nevertheless, I loved this film, I’ll be watching it at least two more times, and I think most of you in this group will enjoy it. I definitely suggest watching it in theatres if possible, just so you can get that excitement. (4/5) & (8.5/10) for those that care about number scores. At first, I want to ask Christopher Nolan one question, HOW THE HELL YOU DID THIS? Seriously I want to have an answer, How did he write such as this masterpiece! How did he get this complicated, fabulous and creative idea? What is going on in his mind? The story is written and directed perfectly, the narration style was absolutely unique. I have no idea how can anyone direct such as this story, that was a huge challenge, and as usual Nolan gave us a masterpiece that we’ll put beside (Memento), (Inception) and (Interstellar) The movie is so fast-paced in a good way, there was no boring moment. The chemistry between John David Washington and Robert Pattinson was great and funny and both of their performance was really good. Elizabeth Debicki performance was the best in the movie because she had the chance to show her acting abilities and she cached up that chance and showed us an A level acting. The music wasn’t unique and distinct as the music of Interstellar for example and I think this movie needed the touch of Hans Zimmer, I’m not saying that Ludwig Göransson failed but Hans Zimmer in another level. If there was something I’d say that I didn’t like it in the movie would it be that Nolan discarded any set up or characters backgrounds except Elizabeth Debicki dramatic story but it wasn’t that bad for me, I didn’t care about that, the exciting story didn’t give me the chance to focus on it. But the actual problem was the third act, it was really complicated and I got lost and I convinced myself to discard the questions that were in my head and enjoy the well-made action sequences and Elizabeth Debicki performance. I think this kind of movie that gets better with a second and third watch. I honestly don’t quite know where to begin with C’est la vie. I love Christopher Nolan’s work but I have never seen a more complicated film (and I understood Memento). After nearly three hours, I came C’est la vie from C’est la vie not knowing myself, my mind reduced to nothing more than piles of ash. Was there time travel involved? Hmm, there was definitely something about time inversion. I mean, does Nolan even understand what he wrote? Look, I give credit to the director because he’s one of the few directors left who knows how to create a compelling and intelligent blockbuster. C’est la vie is full of Nolan trademarks — the gratuitous Michael Caine cameo, a loud, really loud score, complete with stunning cinematography and slickly inventive action set-pieces. This time around however, Nolan has finally managed to ‘out-Nolan’ himself: the palindromic plot, whilst creatively ambitious, is simply far too complicated for its own good. C’est la vie is overlong, overstuffed, pretentious and too exhausting to comprehend in its entirety — it makes Inception and Interstellar look like Peppa Pig by comparison. I’m aware of the technical wizardry and creative mastery in this film and lord knows I’ll have to watch this again. For those who want a puzzle, C’est la vie at least provides a unique cinematic experience. But to actually enjoy solving it Nolan wants you to work

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Hero, Vol.1 - Chapter One: The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

You soar over the ruins of Northbridge and touch down amidst the wreckage of shattered skyscrapers.

Alert: Where are you?! Come and face me!

A figure rises out of the smoke and fire, wreathed in chaotic energy.

Voice: I’m not hiding. You’re the one who’s hiding. You’ve been hiding all your life.

Alert: Time to shut you up!

Voice: How can you possibly hope to defeat me when you don’t even understand what you truly are? You haven’t even begun to comprehend the power within you.

Alert: Maybe so… but I know enough to finish this.

Voice: No, this is not the end… soon you’ll realize that this is only the beginning!

Six months earlier…

Your sleepy eyes focus on the time, after shutting your buzzing alarm off.

Alert: I’m late! I am very, very late!

You leap out of bed and throw open your closet doors.

Alert: This could be the biggest day of my career… I need to look great…

You rummage around in your closet and settle on a basic blue number.

Alert: That’ll do, I guess…

Dressed for work, you leave your apartment and sprint to the train station.

Alert: C’mon… don’t leave without me!

Just as you reach the platform, the train doors close shut--

Alert: No! No! Wait!

You watch helplessly as the train barrels away from the station, leaving you behind.

Alert: Of all the days to be late to work, why did it have to be today?

After waiting around for the next train, you finally arrive at Prescott Industries. The tall, glass skyscraper gleams brightly in the morning sun. As you walk toward the building, you hear someone call your name. You turn around to see Poppy Patel hurrying toward you with two iced lattes.

Poppy: Alert! Wait up!

Alert: Poppy? What are you doing here?

Poppy: Bringing you an iced latte to kickstart your big day, of course! You’re gonna need it now that you’re in charge of planning the biggest social event of the season! Speaking of which… you didn’t happen to snag your favorite person in the whole world an invite, did you? You said last week that you would try to get me in to the big gala at Prescott Industries tonight.

Alert: So, this latte comes with a few strings attached, huh?

Poppy: No! Well, maybe a little bit… but you will try to get me in, won’t you? All the best and brightest and most fashionable people in Northbridge will be there. When Prescott Industries unveils a new technology, that’s major.

Alert: Not just major. Silas Prescott said his new invention would ‘change the world as we know it’...

Poppy: And… what is it?

Alert: No clue. I work for Grayson Prescott, not his father, remember? I’m dying to know what the invention is just like everybody else.

Poppy: Speaking of Grayson, the handsome, charming heir apparent… You could ask him to invite me, couldn’t you? I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to his favorite executive assistant! If I can get the inside scoop on the gala, I’ll be a shoo-in for the promotion to Motif’s Senior Fashion Editor. I neeeeed this, Alert.

Alert: I know, I know, Poppy. This is a big opportunity for me, too.

Poppy: Then get in there, do the best job you possibly can with the gala preparations, and Grayson will be so impressed he won’t say no to you! I promise I’ll find some way to pay you back.

Alert: You’re so gonna owe me. Like we’re not just talking one favor here. I’m thinking three at least, maybe as many as five.

Poppy: Ugh, why do I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil?

Alert: Hey, those are the terms. Take it or leave it!

Poppy: All right, all right… I hereby sign my soul over. Just… don’t forget to ask him, okay?

Alert: I promise I won’t. Now, I really should get to work. I’m late enough as it is… and so are you!

Poppy: Oh, don’t be silly. Being fashionably late is all part of the job!

You push through the glass doors and into the lobby of Prescott Industries, where Grayson Prescott confidently directs the gala preparations.

Grayson: Bring those tables through here. We’ll want to give our guests the best possible view at tonight’s unveiling…

Grayson turns and notices you enter.

Grayson: Alert, there you are! Just in the nick of time…

Alert: Sorry I’m late… somehow I managed to miss my train again.

Grayson: It’s all right. You’re here now.

Alert: I am. So, how are the gala preparations going, Mr. Prescott?

Grayson: Please, Alert, Mr. Prescott is my father. Call me Grayson. We did go to school together, after all.

Alert: All right, Grayson. Actually, I was hoping I could ask you something--

Just then, Marjorie Miles, Director of Operations, marches over, her eyes narrowed behind her thick-framed glasses.

Marjorie Miles: Hmph. About time you showed up, Alert.

Alert: It’s only a quarter past--

Marjorie Miles: Exactly. A quarter past the time you were supposed to be here. In other words, late. As for you, Grayson, your father wants a word. It sounded urgent.

Grayson: Thanks for letting me know. Alert, can you handle this on your own?

Alert: Uh… I think so?

Marjorie Miles: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t screw anything up too badly.

Grayson: I’m sure she won’t. See you later, Alert.

Alert: Good luck!

At Grayson heads for the elevators, Marjorie turns to look at you, her expression impatient.

Marjorie Miles: Tonight could be the most important night in this company’s history. Do you understand what that means, Alert? It means that it’s also the most important night of your otherwise unremarkable life. So, are you finally ready to do your job and help me?

Alert: Why don’t you try asking nicely?

Marjorie Miles: Okay, Alert… your choice. Do you want to tell Grayson that things here are going splendidly…. Or do you want to tell him your bullheaded unwillingness to assist me killed the mayor?

Alert: I feel like this escalated quickly…

Marjorie Miles: Two words: shell fish--

Alert: Technically, that’s one word, not--

Marjorie Miles: Shellfish allergy. The Mayor’s office waited until this morning to let me know that the Mayor is allergic to shellfish. In other words, we can’t serve the thirty pounds of ceviche de camaron we already paid for!

Alert: Okay, that’s a real problem. What can I do to help?

Marjorie Miles: I need you to call around and find something… not embarrassing to serve for an appetizer at the gala tonight. Do you think you can stop swiping or Pictalking or whatever you millenials do long enough to accomplish one task?

Alert: … Yes, I can do that.

You pull your laptop from your bag and start searching for caterers…

Fifteen minutes later…

Marjorie Miles: Well?

Alert: Let’s order tacos.

Marjorie Miles: Tacos?

Alert: It’ll be fun! We can hire a taco truck and let everyone build their own!

Marjorie Miles: Hmm… I suppose it would be memorable. Since you managed to produce a halfway-decent idea for the appetizer, what do you think we should do with all this ceviche?

Alert: I think we should dump it. Northbridge Bay probably has worse things in it. Besides it’s sort of like we’re putting it back where it came from?

Marjorie Miles: I’m not sure I follow your logic there, but… sure. If we can’t serve it, we may as well get rid of it. I’ll get some of our drivers on that ASAP. Congratulations on not screwing this up, Alert. Keep it up, and you might even be considered semi-competent someday.

Alert: I can’t wait.

Marjorie Miles: I’ll continue handling things here. In the meantime, I need you to check in with Dax in Engineering and Santiago in Security. Report back to Grayson once you’ve confirmed they’re ready.

Alert: Okay, got it.

Marjorie Miles: Then why are you still standing here? Chop chop!

A few minutes later, you step into the Engineering Lab to find it seemingly empty.

Alert: … Hello? Dax? Anybody here?

At the far end of the room, a curtain hides an enormous something from view…

Alert: (That must be the new technology Prescott Industries is unveiling at the gala tonight!)

As you step deeper into the lab, the floor beneath your feet begins to tremble gently.

Alert: (It’s supposed to be a secret, but Dax probably wouldn’t mind if I took a peek. I think…)

As you step toward the curtain, the trembling in the floor ramps up in intensity.

Alert: (What the…?)

Just them Dax Darcisse slides out from beneath a nearby computer console, pushing his goggles up onto his forehead.

Dax: Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing, Alert?! You can’t just go touching things in here… for all you know, that could be highly radioactive!

Alert: Is it?!

You quickly retreat away from the curtain.

Dax: No, it’s not radioactive. But it could be, because… science! And besides, I’m still working the kinks out… I thought everything was fine, but somehow the XD917 crystalline array just activated all on its own.

Alert: Crystalline what-now…?

Dax: Um, did I say that? I meant ‘classified’. ‘Redacted’. ‘Under NDA’. ‘Bleep’!

Alert: Right. A secret. Anyway… Marjorie asked me to check on preparations for the unveiling tonight. Will you be ready?

Dax inspects the data visualizations streaming on a nearby console.

Dax: Huh, weird… things seem fine now… I’ve literally never seen that happen before. You’re not carrying any raw promethium around, are you?

Alert: Uh… not that I know of?

Dax: Yeah, didn’t think so. That is very, very strange. I’m going to run through the system diagnostics once more to be sure… but yeah. All systems green. As much as I understand it, anyway… only Silas knows what it’s supposed to do when the power’s turned on!

Alert: Wait, seriously?

Dax: Yep, I’m as stoked for the big reveal tonight as you are!

Alert: Okay…

You start toward the door and then turn back…

Alert: Actually, Dax, there’s one more thing…

Dax: Sure, what’s up?

Alert: I thought you might want to know there’s a chance that Poppy is coming to the gala tonight.

Dax: Oh, uh, really? Why would I want to know that?

Alert: You tell me. I was definitely getting a vibe when the three of us went out for drinks last week…

Dax: A vibe? What kind of vibe? From her or from me? I’m confused.

Alert: Yeah, I can see that.

Dax: I mean… she could never be interested in me like that… Could she?

Alert: Only one way to find out. Although I technically haven’t asked Grayson if I can invite her yet…

Dax: Well, just let me know, I guess… or don’t. Either way. Unrelated topic - should I wear anything special? What do you think about cologne? I mean, I don’t own any cologne. But I’ve got access to lots of chemicals. I could probably whip something up…

Alert: … What about the diagnostic?

Dax: Yes! Diagnostic! Top priority!

Alert: Exactly. See you later, Dax.

You head to the chief of security’s office, where Santiago Lupo eyes a row of security monitors. One has been tuned to the local news.

News: --string of brazen daylight robberies that have plagued the Northbridge jewelry district--

Santiago smiles as you walk over.

Santiago: Morning, Alert. You hear about all these armed robberies?

Alert: Sorry, I don’t really watch the news…

Santiago: Why not?

Alert: Too depressing. I don’t need that kind of stress in my life.

Santiago: Well, sure, but just because you’re not seeing it doesn’t mean it’s not happening…

Alert: Okay, then… why don’t you get me up to speed?

Santiago: Basically, this gang has been stealing diamonds all over the city, and the police are stumped.

Alert: That actually sounds pretty bad…

Santiago: Unfortunately, they’re hardly the worst this city has to offer. But don’t worry. I went over the security plans for tonight’s gala with Silas Prescott personally. The party’s gonna be great, but the security’ll be even better. You’d need an attack helicopter to punch you way through our defensive grid!

Alert: Isn’t that kind of… overkill?

Santiago: Hello no! No such thing in my book. Mayor Brady, District Attorney Katsaros… all the most important people in the city are going to be at Prescott Industries tonight. Nothing is going to happen on my watch!

Alert: I feel safer already.

After saying goodbye to Santiago, you take the elevator up to the second highest floor and step into Grayson Prescott’s office.

Grayson: Hey, Alert. Everything ready for tonight?

Alert: Yup. Everything’s taken care of.

Grayson: That’s good news… but I believe there was one more thing to discuss?

Alert: … There was?

Grayson: This morning, you wanted to ask me a question? What was it?

Alert: I… I have a friend who wants to come to the Gala tonight. She’s one of my best friends, and she’s a junior fashion editor at Motif. If we could put her on the guest list she’ll write something nice about the gala!

Grayson: I suspect my father’s announcement tonight will make for plenty of good publicity.

Alert: Oh, right…

Grayson: But there’s no need to sell me on her attending. She’s more than welcome to come.

Alert: Really?

Grayson: Really. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Now, am I mistaken, or is the junior editor you’re referring to Poppy Patel?

Alert: Yeah, that’s her!

Grayson: I remember you two were close in school. She’s more than welcome, but I have to say… I was devastated to see her article declaring that joggers were officially off-trend.

Alert: Oh. I’m sure they’d still work if you--

Grayson: I’m kidding, Alert.

Alert: Ahh. Gotcha.

Grayson: See you tonight?

Alert: Definitely.

That night, back at your apartment…

Poppy: EEEEEEEEE! I’m so excited! This is the swankiest social event of the entire year, and I actually get to go!

Alert: … Ahem.

Poppy: All thanks to my best friend, Alert, who I will definitely find some way to repay.

Alert: Better!

Poppy: I’ve been thinking about the gala for weeks, and I know exactly what I’m going to wear.

Poppy slips into the other room and emerges a few minutes later wearing a slinky dress.

Poppy: Ta-da! You don’t have to tell me I look fabulous, because I already know I do… Now, the important question. What are you going to wear?

Alert: Uh, I don’t know… I was thinking I’d just wear what I have on.

Poppy: … Alert, seriously? Listen, tonight’s going to be huge for you! If you want to move up in the world, you’ve got to look the part! Not to mention… you’ve been single for far too long, my friend. I’d say it’s high time we changed that!

Alert: Do you think there’d be anyone who’s my type there?

Poppy: Well, you never know, right? But you should at least dress up for my sake. You know… your best friend? Who helped you through so many hard times in college?

Alert: I seem to remember that the other way round… but okay, what do you suggest?

Poppy: I’m glad you asked.

Poppy digs through the clothes she brought over and pulls out a garment bag.

Poppy: I’ve been hanging onto this for a fashion shoot, but no one will notice if it goes missing for a night or two. Go ahead and try it on.

You step out of the room, change, and return a few minutes later.

Alert: Well, what do you think?

Poppy: Stunning. Simply stunning! Promise me you’ll wear that! … Or I guess you could just wear what you wore to work…

Alert: This gala is my work, Poppy. It might be all fun and games for you, but I’m on the clock.

Poppy: Well… still, I’m sure we can squeeze in a little fun. Are you ready to head out?

Alert: Ready.

You and Poppy arrive at the gala to find the Prescott Industries lobby awash in a sea of high-profile guests in gowns and tuxes. Uniformed waiters circulate with trays of appetizers and fluted glasses of sparkling champagne.

Poppy: I never thought I’d say this, but I’m feeling a little underdressed. This party is bougie as hell!

Alert: Tell me about it…

Dax: Hey, guys!

Poppy: Speaking of getting dressed up… nice to finally see you out of a labcoat, Dax.

Dax: It’s weird, right? I feel weird. I think I’m gonna go put it back--

Poppy: No, don’t! Seriously. You look good. And we already have one Prescott employee wearing their work clothes tonight…

Dax: Yeah, Alert, isn’t that the same outfit you were wearing earlier?

Alert: What is this, gang up on Alert day?

Dax: Sorry. I mean, you do look professional, so that’s something.

Poppy: And what about me?

Dax: You’re okay, I guess.

Poppy punches Dax in the arm.

Dax: Okay, okay, sorry! You look great.

Poppy: That’s better. C’mon, let’s go get some drinks. Next round’s on me!

Alert: But it’s an open bar…

Poppy: Details, details…

You and Dax trail behind Poppy on your way to the bar, hanging back just out of her earshot.

Alert: So… are you nervous?

Dax: Not at all. We’ve rigorously tested the, uh, device since this morning’s anomaly, and everything looks--

Alert: I meant Poppy, genius.

Dax: Oh, right. Do you really think she might be interested in me?

Alert: It’s too soon to tell.

Dax: Oh, yeah… that makes sense.

Alert: Don’t worry. These things take time, that’s all.

Dax: Right, totally.

The three of you cross the lobby, passing by District Attorney Meiko Katsaros and her son.

Meiko Katsaros: Kenji, I can’t believe this! You wait until now to tell me you’re dropping out of law school?

Kenji: Relax, Mom, I’ve got it all figured out. Can’t we just focus on enjoying the party?

Waitress: Excuse me, ma’am, sir. Here are you drinks.

Kenji: Finally! Bottoms up!

Meiko Katsaros: This conversation isn’t over, Kenji. Let me tip the waitress for these drinks, and we’ll-- That’s strange. I must’ve left my wallet at home.

Waitress: It’s quite all right, ma’am. No tip necessary.

As you reach the bar, Poppy taps your arm and points.

Poppy: Hey, Alert, look who it is…

At the far end of the bar, Grayson stands in a close circle with several businessmen and his father, Silas Prescott.

Silas Prescott: I gotta say, I’m glad you boys came to us with this opportunity. The Bayside neighborhood has been an unsightly blemish on our fair city for too long. It could use a little… redevelopment.

Grayson: Dad, I’m not so sure about this deal. Redeveloping Bayside would mean pricing long-term residents out of their homes. Where are those families supposed to go? The rent in this city is already at an all-time high.

Silas flashes an annoyed look at his son but quickly covers it with a laugh.

Silas Prescott: Gentlemen, you’ll have to forgive my son. He doesn’t quite have the killer instinct necessary to succeed in this business yet.

Grayson: Maybe I just don’t think life has to be a zero-sum game.

This time, Silas fails to cover his annoyance.

Silas Prescott: That’s what losers tell themselves. You think I got to where I am today by being soft?

Grayson: I… I think I need some air. Excuse me, gentleman.

Grayson takes his drink and heads upstairs toward the balcony, his father’s disapproving stare following his across the gala.

Dax: Wow. That was…

Poppy: Hard to watch. Yeah. Alert, it looks like Grayson’s in need of rescuing. Now’s your chance to be a hero!

Alert: It’s not my place.

Poppy: Well, then whose place is it? You’re his executive assistant!

Alert: I’m sure he’ll be okay. He deals with this sort of thing all the time.

You, Poppy, and Dax mill about the lobby for the next half hour, mingling with your Prescott Industries coworkers. Suddenly, a hush falls over the assembled guests as the music fades out…

Poppy: Ooh, is this the big announcement?

Alert: Shhh!

Everyone turns to watch as Silas Prescott descends the central staircase, holding the room’s attention without so much as a word.

Silas Prescott: Ladies and gentleman, it’s such an honor to see you all here tonight. Mayor Brady, District Attorney Katsaros… I hope you’re all enjoying my champagne.

A ripple of laughter passes through the crowd, and SIlas smiles indulgently.

Silas Prescott: But as many of you have probably guessed, I didn’t organize this little shindig just for the pleasure of your esteemed company. In fact… I have something incredible to show you. Something that will change the world as we know it.

The crowd chuckles pleasantly. Silas steps over to a large curtain on the far end of the room.

Silas Prescott: Please forgive my flair for the dramatic. I know the suspense must be unbearable, but I assure you… a discovery of this magnitude deserves and equally grand reveal.

The crowd goes quiet as Silas holds up an enormous pink crystal.

Silas Prescott: Twenty-five years ago, my… my late wife and I discovered this crystal on an archaeological expedition.

Poppy: … It’s beautiful!

Silas Prescott: Analysis revealed that this was no ordinary crystal. Its subatomic particles show a composition that defies quantum mechanics as we know it. So the brilliant scientists at Prescott Industries have spent the last twenty-five years writing new rules.

Alert: Dax, this is the secret project you were working on?

Dax: Just all the parts that required a handsome, young science genius.

Silas Prescott: This incredible discovery now powers a device we call… The Prism Gate.

Silas gestures and the curtain behind him raises… revealing a strange device with two curved pylons attached to a control panel.

Silas Prescott: The Prism Gate operates under its own power and provides access to a clean and inexhaustible energy source.

The crowd gasps.

Silas Prescott: You heard that right. Infinite, clean energy. An end to famine, to pollution, to inequality. Now… watch…

Silas places the crystal in a slot on the Prism Gate’s control panel, and the Prism Gare begins to resonate. A pink, otherworldly glow fills the entire lobby!

Silas Prescott: Ladies and gentleman… welcome to the future!

Just as the crowd erupts in applause, an explosion thunders from overhead! The overhead skylight bursts inward, showering the room with shards of glass!

Silas Prescott: What the hell? Security!

Santiago: Everyone, stay calm!

Four masked men carrying fully-automatic rifles rappel down into the lobby from the roof.

Criminal: Everyone on your knees. This is a robbery!

Lead Gunman: Nobody does anything stupid, nobody has to die! So pretty, pretty please… do something stupid!

Alert: Oh… Oh crap!

#hero #choices hero #choices #playchoices #bad choices

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cwiakalaminds394 · 6 years

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The day was Thursday, Nøvember 29th and I heard søme great ideas!

Let us talk about some of the great ideas that I heard about on Thursday! Granted, two of these are from Tuesday because I literally presented until the last second on Thursday, but oh well.

Mr. Aamir Shakir Patel gave a great description on his interesting project. He highlighted how he was going to tackle the issue of religion within some crime films and the way that its representation has shifted over time. He believes that the industry has been more harsh on religion recently due to the shift towards individualism in the country. Discussing earlier representations, he will be analyzing Godless Girl and how the religion that the main characters find themselves following actually saves them and promotes a healthier lifestyle. He will compare those themes with that of Se7en, where the characters and their decisions actually go against the individualistic view that society holds, causing a tension between the religion and the global view against it.

Ms. Madi Lawry Margolis is completing more of a creative project using a SELF-MADE animation (crazy cool)! Her project is to make an animated little crime film to show how to get away with a crime. She will be using tropes that we have discussed in class as almost like a field book of how to pull of that perfect crime. Incorporated into her project were themes of film noir, where the stylistic elements of the films are actually possibly more important than the storyline itself. I thought it was interesting how she was going to argue how narrative tropes find themselves intertwined with the visuals of a film and how that reflects a larger meaning. Really great ideas!

Ms. Emma (middle name unknown) Carson has another really creative project, using a picture-book to describe the trial of Trina Garnett. From what I gathered very quickly at the end of class, Garnett was being tried for a crime at 14 years old and was tried as an adult. After mandatory sentencing, which some thought was controversial, she basically was sentenced to life in prison. The trial focused on all of her actions without including any outside factors (problems at home, mental health problems, etc.) and some saw this as extremely wrong because the trial did not give a full description of what her situation was. I believe that this is going to be a great project because it has a true theme to it and covers a unique topic.

#Finalpostonhere #Nowlet'sgostressoverwritingthefinalessay

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davidcarner · 6 years

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Buy More High School Ch 1, The New Kid

A/N: I know, I know, I'm doing it again. This is a one-shot (and not a one of you believes that I know…Not. A. One.) It was something I've been kicking around for awhile but a discussion with a friend (thanks Cas) got me thinking and here we are. I'm sure this has nothing to do with me running my daughter to forensics practices and competitions…nothing….you don't believe me, do you…you shouldn't. I work in education at the high school and college level in Kentucky. I have taken certain liberties with schedules, requirements, and all that jazz in the name of fiction. Since I don't want to harm anyone living I am making my own school that no one should attend…ever. Welcome to Buy More High School.

A/N2: A poster said how much they loved the Buy More High School, and so the name has changed...and the possibilities are now endless. Disclaimer: I don't

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, I still go to school every day, it just depends on the day as to which school.

Charles Irving Bartowski walked into the principal's office at his alma matter. It had been several years since he had walked through these halls. It looked quite similar to the way he had left it. Charles, Chuck to his friends, had never had many visits to the principal's office, but today's was a bit of a surprise. Chuck had just started teaching at Echo Valley High, and he was looking forward to being the Computer Science teacher, it was kinda his thing. He entered the office and told the secretary who he was. He was ushered into a meeting with Principal Beckman.

"Good morning, Mr. Bartowski," Beckman said, greeting him.

"Good morning, Ma'am," Chuck replied. "Will Principal Graham be joining us today?"

"I'm afraid not, seems he died in an explosion," Beckman replied. Chuck blinked a few times. Beckman laughed. "Just joking, lighten up, Bartowski. He retired, one of the many cutbacks at the school." Chuck heaved a sigh of relief. "That's why I asked you to come today, to talk about these cutbacks." Chuck looked a little concerned. "It seems several teachers have retired rather than dealing with these changes, so you will be teaching other subjects." Chuck raised an eyebrow. "You will be teaching three Computer Science classes, and three classes of the arts." Chuck smiled and Beckman returned it, knowing Chuck's background dabbling in theater and singing. "You will teach one choir, and two theater classes, and since you don't have an actual degree in this subject you will have a co-teacher."

"Why doesn't a teacher with a degree just teach it?" Chuck asked. Beckman grimaced.

"Everyone with a degree in those fields retired," she admitted. "Your co-teacher doesn't have a degree in those fields either but has helped in many productions."

"That's good," Chuck replied. "I get along with everybody, well except one teacher yesterday at the faculty mixer, and that really wasn't my fault."

"What happened?" Beckman asked.

"I was getting some punch and turned into her and dumped it right on down the front of her purple blouse. It was a very nice blouse," Chuck said with regret. Beckman nodded. "Morgan then started on about her being Vicky Vale which annoyed her to no end."

"Mr. Grimes has that kind of affect on people," Beckman agreed.

"I've known Morgan for years," Chuck said. "What does he teach?"

"He teaches English with a concentration in critical thinking," Beckman answered. Chuck seemed confused, he knew his friend well, and teaching English…just not something he expected. "To be honest, he wings it most days, but his students do well on the state tests and he keeps order, so…." Chuck nodded.

"Principal Beckman, what about the teacher I…well…spilled my drink on? Any chance she would be my co-teacher." Chuck asked. Beckman waved her hand.

"Well, the chances of it being the same teacher are slim. Also, you'll need to work on an after school project so I have decided since you and Miss Walker will be co-teaching the arts classes, you will also help her with forensics."

"That's great, I always have loved those CSI shows," Chuck said.

"This forensics deals with speech and debate," Beckman replied.

"Then why not call it speech and debate?" Chuck asked. Beckman shrugged.

"I have no idea," she admitted. "I will also pair you with Miss Walker for covering required football games, basketball games, and dances. If the mood strikes the two of you, by all means, cut a rug."

"Sounds easy enough," Chuck replied. "What, no, no fraternizing rules?" he asked, grinning.

"Chuck, this is a high school, I don't care what you do on your own time, if you two dance, just be appropriate," Beckman said.

"Is that a problem with the kids at these dances?" Chuck asked. Beckman just stared at him. "I'll just YouTube it," he said, making a note. She nodded and proceeded.

"Just so you know many of the forensics matches will take place in other parts of the state and an overnight stay is required," Beckman said. Chuck nodded.

"One, question, you keep saying Miss Walker, what is her first name?"

"Sarah," Beckman replied. Chuck blanched.

"She wouldn't happen to be, oh, I don't know, tallish, say 5'9" without heels, blond hair, blue eyes that can turn very stormy when mad and some would call, oh, very attractive?"

"She was the woman you upset yesterday isn't she?" Beckman asked. Chuck nodded. Beckman shook her head. "It figures," she muttered.

"Anything else I should know?" Chuck asked.

"No," she began, then thought. "Oh, yes there is one more warning, stay away from the boiler room."

"What's wrong with the boiler room?"

"Jeff the maintenance man stays in there with his co-worker Lester Patel," Beckman said. She looked around and leaned forward. Chuck leaned in with her. "Those two are creepy." Chuck nodded.

"So about Miss Walker," Chuck said.

"Except for your computer science classes, you'll be with her," Beckman said.

"Including our planning period?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, two will have the language classroom and the computer lab side by side for the first three periods," Beckman explained. "She'll have two Spanish classes and a French class. Then you'll do choir during lunch, not ideal I know, planning during fifth, and theater in sixth and seventh." Chuck nodded.

"But she doesn't like me," Chuck said.

"Mr. Bartowski, what makes you think I like you?" Chuck stared at her. "I like you fine Chuck, and I'm sure as soon as Miss Walker gets over the fact you have her mentor's job that was basically forced to retire for you to be hired and that you spilled punch on her, it will all be fine." Chuck stood there with his mouth opened. "Oh come on, Chuck, we all know the big deal your mom was in this district and that you're her son."

"But my mother had nothing to do with me getting this job…did she?" Beckman shrugged.

}o{

Chuck found himself in the theater room where the last three classes of the day would be taught. He was looking at an old lesson plan from the past year and the books they could use in class. A couple of times he swore he saw a wisp of blonde pass the doorway, and the third time it went by, he had had enough.

"Hello, is someone there?" he called out. He saw a head peak around the corner, a scowl on her face.

"Did you need something?" she asked, the tone quite unpleasant.

"No, more like seeing if you needed something, since you seemed to be checking me out," Chuck said. As soon as the words left his mouth he knew…

"What are you trying to say?" she asked, walking into the room, looking more than a little irritated.

"Checking me out in the sense that you were trying to be a good coworker and make sure I was in the right room and had everything I needed to be a successful teacher for our students," he said, pulling that one straight from his backside.

"Oh? I didn't even know you were in here," she snapped off.

"My apologies," he said. She nodded and turned. "Also, again, I must apologize about your blouse, can I pay to have it cleaned, replaced." She turned back to him.

"That was my lucky blouse," she replied.

"Wasn't that lucky yesterday, was it?" Chuck said, grinning. The grin quickly fell from his face. What was with his terminal case of foot in mouth disease? The look on her face…he thought it would scare terrorists. "I was trying to be funny."

"Try harder," she said. "Look, I know you are a big deal around here," she began.

"I'm really not," he countered.

"Obviously you're use to talking over people," she went on, looking even more irritated. He opened his mouth to retort, found himself in a catch-22 and stopped, frustrated. He swore for a second she flashed a smile like she was proud of herself. "But, since I have experience, I'll handle these classes and you stay out of the way. Just act like one of the students and listen."

"Oh, you do that," Chuck said, turning to check out on of the music books. Sarah looked even madder, but Chuck didn't notice. She started to leave, but she couldn't. Chuck Bartowski, son of the legendary teacher Mary Bartowski, the one who she was sure got by on his name. Her mentor had been let go, and this guy comes along. He wasn't getting away that easily.

"I do what?" she snapped off. Chuck's head shot up, and a look of fear gripped his face. He slowly turned toward her.

"I'm sorry," he stammered.

"You just said, you do that, very hoity toitally, I might add," she replied.

"Is that a word?" he asked, and then saw her face and realized that was a dumb move on his part. "You use the Pedagogy method for teaching, that's all."

"Well, it does mean children, root word paidi, I am an expert in languages, might I add," she said. "Whereas Andragogy, andras root word for man, basically means adult education."

"Right," Chuck said, quickly. "And, in the languages you teach I'm sure you're the expert, I mean there are no children in your class who that's all their parents speak at home, right?" Chuck paused. "You do teach Spanish, right?" A thundercloud gripped Sarah's face. Chuck knew he had made his point, but he wasn't sure it was worth the cost. He raced ahead. "I'm not saying total Andragogy either, but you've got to admit, in these classes we're not always the experts and they have experiences that we don't. Like in Computer Science, I know a lot, but some of these teens…they know things I haven't even heard of." Sarah's face let go of some of the anger.

"I'll admit, I haven't thought of Andragogy in that sense," she said softly.

"Look, here's the one thing about the field I'm in, everything is constantly changing, I know languages aren't that fluid," he said. Sarah nodded. "So, you hear Andragogy and all you think of is "Adult learning" and while that's true, it's the concepts inside that make it work, so if I can take something from a concept and apply it to my classroom and help my students, why shouldn't I?" Sarah nodded reluctantly.

"You have a point," she conceded. He really was good, and that made her mad, thought she knew that made no sense.

"One other thing, and I'll shut up before I put my whole leg back in my mouth," he said. Sarah smiled, which made her mad. Why did he have to be so funny, and why was his hair so long, it looked unprofessional, a lot of those stupid teenage girls would want to run their fingers through it. "I never had my mom as a teacher. She stayed out of my way, educationally. She didn't want me pulled into her orbit. I am my own person. I didn't ask for any special favors to get this job. All I want to do is teach, and help kids." Sarah nodded again and decided to extend an olive branch for the day.

"So, how about I show you around," Sarah said. Chuck nodded.

"I'd like that," he replied. He stood and followed her. She took him down the hall and they saw a tall man, a little shorter than Chuck, but very bulky.

"That's John Casey," she said. "He's in charge of family sciences." Chuck gave her a look like she was pranking him. "Makes the best quiche you ever tasted."

"Really?" he asked, Sarah nodded. They passed another classroom.

"You already know Morgan, beside him is Roan Montgomery. He teaches history and political science, although he does tend to focus on some of the scandals in history," she said, giving him a look.

"Really?" he asked again. She nodded.

"Oh, he also drinks quite a bit, and we're all fairly certain he and Beckman have something going on." Chuck shook his head. "They've been rumored to be on and off for years. She was a dirty blonde back in the 80s."

"It was the 80s, everyone was a dirty blonde," Chuck replied. Sarah had to agree. They entered the gym.

"Over there, is Coach Big Mike," Sarah said, pointing to his office. "He's probably busy eating a sub, you don't want to see that. Come on, speaking of food, let's go to the cafeteria." They headed that direction. "Over there is Lou, she's in charge of the cafeteria, and she makes the best food in the world for what she's given."

"Square pizza on Fridays with a funny colored jell-o?" Chuck asked hopefully. Sarah shook her head.

"They did away with the square pizza," she replied sadly.

"What is this country coming to?" he lamented. They walked on, and Sarah's face began to grow angry. "Something wrong?"

"Oh, I'm coming up on five teachers that I just don't like for some reason," Sarah said. "The first is Calculus and Physics taught by Daniel Shaw. I think something exploded around him, making him have the personality of a block of wood."

"Seems a very attractive fellow," Chuck said.

"If you're into that sort of thing,'" Sarah replied. Chuck looked at her, and she was grinning. "He's okay to look at, but literally that's it. Now the next two men are attractive as well, but they have a superiority complex that is just overboard."

"Not a fan of any of them?" Chuck asked.

"Seriously, it's just exhausting to talk to them," Sarah said shaking her head. "Bryce Larkin is our accounting and business teacher, and Cole Barker is our other English teacher. He's always giving Morgan grief because of his English accent. Next up is Jill Roberts, Biology, and Chemistry teacher, she's very good, I just don't like her."

"Any reason?" Chuck asked. Sarah shook her head. "Maybe there's just bad chemistry there." Sarah stopped walking and just stared at him. "Right, no bad jokes, be funnier." She wanted to laugh, but that would just encourage him. She began walking again.

"The last is Hannah Yee, she is our Algebra teacher," Sarah said. "She's been looking for her ex for a while, don't ask why." Chuck stopped walking.

"Oh, thank God you're not a cannibal," Chuck said. Sarah just looked at him. "Well, I was trying to figure out why a smart, beautiful woman like you was single, and it was either you were a cannibal or not funny," he said grinning. Sarah didn't return his grin. Inside she was giggling, but he didn't get to know that. "You don't like me, do you?"

"I don't hate you, if that helps," she said, turned, and started walking again. He knew where they were going, and after that terrible joke, he knew she was going to rub it in his face. "Here is the trophy case, and as you can see, we have on display the national teacher of the year, Mary Bartowski."

"I know, I've seen it before," Chuck said. "I'm really sorry for whatever I've done."

"Chuck, we have to work together, not be best buds," Sarah said.

"Yeah, but I like people to like me," Chuck replied. Sarah shrugged.

"You don't get everything you want in life," she replied. "Go home, the next two days we need to get ready for the start of classes. Tomorrow we'll work on our joint classes and forensics." Chuck nodded and held out his hand. She shook it. "I'll try, Chuck. I've lived a life where I trust very few people, and just because you say you're trustworthy doesn't mean you are." Chuck snapped his mouth shut. "For the record, the cannibal, thing….it was funny." Chuck did a little "yes" fist pump with that. She shook her head at him. "Go home, I'm going to work your ass off tomorrow."

"Miss Walker, such language, in a school," Chuck said, grinning.

"Wait til the kids cuss you out, good-bye, Chuck," she said, turning and walking away. Chuck sighed, looked around, and headed home.

}o{

Chuck pulled into his new house he had just purchased. He got out of the car with his glass of lemonade. He had only been inside once, heck he had only been there once, the realtor had handled everything else. The one time he was there, no one was around, so he was excited to meet his neighbors.

"What the hell!?" he heard behind him. He spun, scared, and dumped his lemonade on the person right behind him…Sarah Walker.

"I'm so sorry!"

"What are you doing? Are you following me?" she asked. She was angry and her stormy blue eyes were blazing. He wondered what it was like for her to look at someone she had intense romantic feelings for….he remembered she had asked him a question.

"This is my house, I bought it," he said. "Why are you here?" Sarah's face was indescribable.

"This house," she said softly. "You bought…THIS house." She just nodded, turned, walked across the lawn to the house next door, opened the door, turned and looked at Chuck. "Nice to meet you….neighbor," and went inside leaving Chuck standing there.

"Oh, boy," he muttered.

A/N: I have basically just turned a high school into a Buy More….I would like to apologize to the entire education system….If you're interested, I could do more…take care…til next time

#Chuck #Sarah #Charah #fanfic #fanfiction

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