Oh Mickey You're So Fine [Jez-E]

Justice had spent his day sitting through lectures and doodling like no other person would ever doodle. He had his small pad of doodle paper next to him and his black inking pens next to him. He also had his copic markers out for the occasion of an especially boring class. As the teacher went on and on about WWI Justice found himself doodling Mickey, Minnie, Daisy, Donald, Goofy and Pluto all wearing military hats, some of them even carrying guns. Minnie was fixing her makeup and Pluto was running about with a helmet partly falling off of his head. Justice was even diligent in adding color to the images.

He had almost missed the teacher’s dismissal of the class and he quickly dumped the markers and pens back into his pencil case, snapped the notepad shut and tucked it all in the back pack that had been sitting at his feet throughout the class. Most individuals took notes in history class—Justice did sometimes, but his notes were so plastered in sketched images they were often difficult to read. Instead, he often read through the text book in the evening and jotted down information then instead. He just found the school setting so oppressive. And who could blame him?

Justice was skilled in bull shit anyways, and often he could spew out a proper answer when the teacher’s attention came to him, so it wasn’t like he wasn’t paying attention—or at least he wasn’t completely distracted. Though to say he paid attention might be going a bit far. But he managed.

Today Justice was wearing a Mickey Mouse T-shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. They were his sister’s jeans yet again, but sometimes you made do. It was no secret at this point that Justice was stealing his sister’s pants. They turned up in her laundry later with drawings on them. He had doodles of Mickey, Jungle Book, Aladdin, Lion King and Cinderella on his pants today. He had his usual pair of blue converse on, and they sported doodles of the mice from Rescuers on them. His hair was hanging loose and bright blue as per usual.

He quickly swung his bag over his shoulder and left with the bulk of the class. Justice found himself moving through the halls to the second floor commons. Generally anywhere he could relax within the school was a good place to be. He would head to the RSOR room later—seeing as it was a Thursday. But for now he needed a place to hang out prior to heading to RSOR. He walked in and peered around the room absently, his mind coming back to him once his eyes came to rest on Oliver---also Orville Wright if you were the right person and were in on the secret.

But then again, Justice was Walt Disney, so why wouldn’t he be in on the secret. He moved through the tables and dodged past chairs to get over to Orville/Oliver’s position, picking up the airplane as he moved through the room. It was strange for most to think that a Senior would be seen with a Freshman. But to be honest, RSOR broke all social norms. They were a ‘risk club’ as the current amusing claim was. They played games of risk—yeah sure. But as he sat down Justice’s face lit up with a smile.

Justice deposited the paper-airplane on the table near Oliver. ”Hey Or—Oliver.”

The bright blue hair was certainly a marker for Justice. He had originally done it to act out and show some individuality. Now he just was so accustomed to it he kept re-dying it. He liked how it matched all his clothes, though that was mostly because he had accessorized to the hair…It was like a signature of sorts. Though, he had to admit, he had considered trying other colors. He had tried purple once, that had been a disaster so he stuck with the blue. Though, he had considered pink, he knew that was just asking for another disaster. Though he did admire Chess’ hair.

Justice had found Oliver was good company when he had met him roughly a week ago. Justice was a part of RSOR since the middle of his freshman year. The fact that he just met Oliver was attributed to Oliver’s being a freshman. Though, that age meant little when you had grown up in a past life and accomplished amazing feats. Both of them had and both of them had been an adult before and as such maturity could be easily matched and age was no longer a factor. Hence how a Junior was somehow sitting with a Freshman.

Oliver also almost used Justice’s previous name and Justice found himself grinning back at Oliver, understanding that it was not a mistake. It was a joke that only another RSOR member could ever understand. Really, being in RSOR turned being a reincarnation, or a freak in the eyes of most, into something awesome. In fact it was that opinion that others would have that made Justice, and any other reincarnation, to keep to themselves and not announce their presence.

”Well enough…I just sat through a lecture on World War 1. I didn’t get much out of it except some nifty little drawings of my adorable little Mickey and his friends prepared for war and fully armed”

Justice shrugged as Oliver mentioned it was something he would like to see so Justice whipped out his sketch book and flopped it open to the page, allowing Oliver to see it. ”See! I was even bored enough to color it in with my copics.”

Justice found himself laughing. Oliver’s comment about at least drawing something that related to the class was amusing to him for some reason. Probably because most people would consider doodling doodling and not care about the relation. ”Okay…well maybe next time I will see about changing the context a bit and take that final step toward not paying attention…”

Justice recognized that the education system had changed and no one knew he had been through school before so he didn’t press the school issue. He knew that some things, even in English (spelling and grammar) had changed. He also knew that talking itself had changed. He had grew up in this world though, well—at least he had the second time. And he knew the basic rules he only sometimes found his old education an obstacle with learning here. His marks were good enough, and he always pulled through when he had to but for the time being he just wanted to enjoy himself. He was free of the responsibility of his company and able to make a second life. Wasn’t a second chance in high school something everyone wished for? And now he had that. Or at least to his memory he did. Sometimes that aspect made Justice feel bipolar but he knew it was just that bit of confusion from remembering a life he had lived once upon a time.

Justice did love learning though and he was helping Oliver with his homework. If that wasn’t promoting education he didn’t know what was. Though, to be honest, Justice was more excited to be able to talk about the past and have someone listen to him talk about Disney related…well anything! So it was no surprise that he was enjoying this chance to talk to Oliver about it. And Oliver was getting his project done so he wasn’t complaining. Though, it was too bad Oliver’s teacher wasn’t a reincarnate (Justice could tell because for starts Oliver wasn’t going to cite him, a good idea if the teacher is a norm. And the teacher would have been careful to avoid topics on any reincarnates at the school if she was in RSOR).

Justice just nodded when Oliver said “really?” not really bothering to expand more than he had. A lot of people didn’t know anything about the first Mickey films. Hell, before Justice realized who he was he had remembered pieces of making it and hadn’t even realized what it was he was remembering—and he had seen the shorts several times. Mickey Mouse had a long history and it was a bit scattered in ways too. A lot of the production was lost surprisingly—or at least the internet didn’t have much on it (Justice had searched for anything and everything once he realized who he was).

Justice smiled at Oliver’s snort and then responded to the six weeks comment. ”Yeah, I imagine now it would take a day maybe two to animate that. Not simply because it can be done on a computer but I can animate something like that in Flash so quickly it’s a bit pathetic. But if it were not for the Disney company doing what it did back then animation wouldn’t be what it is today—or at least I don’t think so. Not to sound conceited or anything…”

”It is amazing, but I miss the way things were sometimes. And yes, I do remember. The microwave is phenomenal though—and useful. I guess it comes down to using the least time and advancing at the fastest rate…”

Justice was one of those people where as much as he loved technology he could drop it in a heartbeat. He remembered the hard work put in before the technology made things easy and he felt that people didn’t respect the way things were so long ago. Perhaps that was why he didn’t care for the tech that existed now, compared to then as much as most. He did enjoy the uses of it at times, but he felt he could easily go without it. He had done it once so why not a second time?

It was hard to explain though the feelings that Justice had with regard to the past. He felt that his old life was behind him and it was time for a fresh start. As much as he loved what he had done before, and he knew he couldn’t top it—this time around he would live under the radar and enjoy doing it. Who knew whether he would find his wife again, or even a woman he could ever love as much as he did his wife. After all, those feelings still lingered in his memories. But for now, he was content to just take things and start fresh. He had a clean slate. None of his old mistakes mattered, none of his old accomplishments and he could live a life with no one watching him closely or digging into his life. It was a nice chance and he couldn’t be sure if he would get another one quite like that.

”Claim you fell down the stairs?”