"Ugh, why does school haveto be so close to the college... Stupid boring adults think they know everything..." Charlotte grumbled to herself, idly twiddling a small, silvery rectangle in her left hand. Pretty soon, she found herself catching up to that obnoxious guy who'd sprayed her on the bus, and... He did it again, the inconsiderate little...! Charlotte gagged, the stench of the Newspice causing her eyes to water.
"G-g-guh! Ack! You again!? I'll give you one more warning... Don't mess with me!"
Gareth followed the thief inconspicuosly. Gareth sighed as he looked at the man from another isle.
"Not a very..inconspicuos method of escape..."
edited 17th Mar '11 1:10:55 PM by bamack1
Regrettably, Will had turned away from Rebecca and left the bus before she had frozen up, so he had not seen her do so and could not help her. He walked towards the school, looking up at the majestic edifice with a faint smile; it was a truly impressive building, definitely the largest in town at four stories, and over its front doors stood the marble statues of a smiling man and woman. Their stone gaze had always made Will feel at ease, for they seemed to look down upon those entering the college with love and beneficence; in a weird fashion, they reminded him of the parents he'd never had.
He had just reached the front door and was about to enter when suddenly a dark shape stepped out, shoving past him in a decidedly callous fashion. Will nearly lost his balance and barely managed to avoid tumbling down the short flight of stairs which led up to the main entrance, then turned and fixed his assailant—a gaunt man dressed all in black, with a dark cap pulled so low over his face that his eyes were not visible—with a venomous glare. That was rude...
His good mood from a moment ago now soured by the actions of that jerk, Will opened the door and strode briskly inside, his rigid posture serving as ample indication of his simmering anger. So great was the young man's irritation, in fact, that he failed to notice that the man in black had slipped something into his pocket as he walked past...
"Miss Stevenage?" said a soft, sallow voice from somewhere to Rebecca's left. The Danse Macabre Codex
"Awwww fuck. Not my fault this time, short stuff!"
—The junior roots around in his pack, finds the offending container then hurls it, as hard as he could, towards the nearest trash can. The container sailed not three feet from Rebecca's nose before it sunk into the can.—
"Sorry!"
Charlotte's eyebrow twitched.
...Short!?
She scowled at him for a moment, before an evil smirk flashed across her face for just the faintest of moments, to be replaced with a simply angelic smile.
"Oh, don't let it bother you. These things happen, ahah~" she giggled in response, before nodding her head cheerfully and merrily skipping past him, making sure to flick her lighter at the back of his shirt whilst doing so~
edited 17th Mar '11 1:05:00 PM by Moerin
—Despite the fact that the junior clearly felt the heat, for some reason it didn't catch.—
"Huh. Psychotic high schoolers."
—He looked over at Ari.—
"Sorry about the lack of breathable air."
Ari looked up as the can sailed past her head. As she turned to confront the source, her eye cqught on a stranger emerging from the building. He seemed, to her, to be a man of wealth and taste. She couldn't guess his name, but she wondered the nature of his game.
she faced the source of the sailing canister. "Excuse me, do you know who that is?" she asked, pointing at the man in black.
How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all?
Gareth walked over to the thief and stood next to him, as if looking for something similair. Gareth purposefully knocked over a cereal box. As he picked it up he whispered to the thief, making his voice quiet so that only the thief could hear.
"Not very succesful back there where you? That man caught you easily, too easily." Gareth took his time picking up the cereal box, pretending to take interest in it's ingredients.
edited 17th Mar '11 1:24:31 PM by bamack1
—Regg shrugged.—
"No idea. Never seen him before."
Charlotte grumbled to herself as her little bonfire trick failed, before reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a cigarette. She didn't even care that she was on school grounds, she needed this right now. She placed the cigarette between her lips and idly lit up the end, taking a nice, long drag as she stomped across the campus.
"Ugh... No way I'm gonna ever be like that... Adults are so lame... Wouldn't know fun if it stabbed them in the face."
Nightfury
Mokrus, noticing that the person had spoken to him, turned his head slightly. "Shut up, he wasn't there when I went in, he came while I was in there." Mokrus turned his head more so that he got a better look at the person. "Why are you even here? You seem like you could be doing other things."
"Nightfury! Run for your lives!" - How to train your dragon.
"Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen you before either. You are?"
Gareth chuckled.
"You clearly didn't look properly, he was there for quite a bit of time in my opinion. What other things? I've got a lot of time on my hands." Gareth sighed.
Nightfury
Mokrus was starting to get annoyed at the person. "He was NOT there when I went in because I was in ther for about 20-30 minuits. And the things you could be doing is, hm... I dunno, goin to school."
"Nightfury! Run for your lives!" - How to train your dragon.
Gareth chuckled again.
"I don't go to school here, or anywhere for that matter. You stayed in there for twenty to thirty minutes! What did you steal that was so valuable as to keep you in there for so long?" Gareth thinned his eyes, if there was anything worth stealing, he'd get it before this amatuer.
"Mister Georges?" a soft, sallow voice whispered in Regg's ear.
The Danse Macabre Codex
Nightfury
Mokrus didn't want to tell the man about his random sleepiness and the fact that when he is tired he falls asleep. But he felt like this guy had been suffering similarly to him. He didn't think it was true but if he was then he would have someone else to carry the burden of his nighmares aswell. "Don't tell anybody becasue I don't want people to think i'm a freak, but i've been having these nightmares lately and when i'm tired I fall asleep, only to wake up felling that I could run a hundred miles, it's like sleep intendifies my strenght and endurace by millions of the usual strenght and endurance somebody is supposed to have. Did that sound wierd? I know it's hard to believe, but it has been happening to me. That was just imformation about me, so the answer to your question is that I had one of my random sleep effects and fell asleep for about ten/twenty minuits."
edited 17th Mar '11 1:51:56 PM by QsxShaDoWS
"Nightfury! Run for your lives!" - How to train your dragon.
"Whuh! Hey, don't do that. Who are you, and what do you want? And how do you know my surname?"
—Regg had whirled around to face this stranger, taking a few steps back.—
edited 17th Mar '11 2:10:13 PM by Colonial1.1
Not Literally Me
-Rebecca moment snapped out of her daze and turned to her left-
"Yes?"
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.
"Oook" Gareth looked at the thief wierdly, so he'd been having dreams too? Coincidence or..?
"You've been having dreams and you fall asleep randomly? Ok..I'm going to back away and leave.."
Gareth started backing away from the thief. Only because he wanted to ponder what he had just heard. Was it really a coincidence?
edited 17th Mar '11 2:13:18 PM by bamack1
Nightfury
Mokrus noticed the man moving backwards, away from Mokrus. "Hm..." His energy from his sleep still with him, Mokrus sprinted out of the store with a cerial box that he had stole from the store. He sprinted all the way back to his Caravan, faster than a normal human could run, thanks to his sleep. "He'll never catch me." Taking out a bowl zeloth poured the cerial into it and ate it without milk. "I wonder what that guy will do now." Said Mokrus, thinking about the guy he had been talking to.
"Nightfury! Run for your lives!" - How to train your dragon.
The man who stood to Rebecca's left was thin, but not exceedingly so, and only a few inches taller than the young woman. He wore a curious black suit that, but for its colour, would have been indistinguishable from a bellhop's uniform, and the short cylindrical cap common to that profession was pulled so far down over his eyes that they were not visible. His skin was somewhat pale and sallow, and an odd smile covered his face.
"My employer sends you his compliments, miss," he said, plucking something from his pocket and holding it up for her to see. It was an envelope, glossy and black, and her name had been written on its surface in a flowing white cursive font. "Instructed me to give you this, and that you weren't to open it until school was done for the day."
A short distance away, a seemingly identical man gave Regg an enigmatic smile. "Part of the job description, good sir. I have a letter for you..."
And with that, this man held up a curious black envelope and offered it to the young student; his full name glittered faintly with the reflected light of the sun, winding across its dark surface like a nest of ivory snakes.
The Danse Macabre Codex
Gareth sighed as the man randomly ran out of the shop clasping a cereal box.
"What was wrong with him? It was only a box of cereal..and what a coincidence, he's been having dreams too." Gareth shrugged to himself, now wasn't the time to debate about this. He left the store and walked along the sidewalk.
—With a quizzical expression, Regg takes the envelope. Maybe something from the school board? Nah, I've done my work Just fine so far. He is compelled to open it, here and now, by a funny feeling...—
Mokrus turned as the man shouted at him. "Bugger." he said. "There would be a man on the scene wouldn't there, especiallt with my luck." When he noticed the man he froze. On the roof of the house he had broke into, was the man from his dreams. The man that only wears black, with a solid metal mask covering his face. Mokrus' fear melted as he blinked and saw that it was his imagination, there was still a man on the roof, but now he seemed normal. Mokrus, suspecting that the man had seen him climbing out of the window, sprinted down the path and round a courner. There was a shop with alot of people in it, so he dicided that it would be a good hiding place, he walked inside and embraced the loud noise of lots of people talking, he quickly walked into the crowd, and pretended to be looking at the objects around the room. He hoped that the man wouldn't find him...
edited 17th Mar '11 1:08:15 PM by QsxShaDoWS
"Nightfury! Run for your lives!" - How to train your dragon.