Sprios
mom's spaghetti
Spencer!
"Ahhh, that's what I was hoping to hear!!" She cracked a smile in his direction, before returning her gaze to the forest. Though she looked away, she still addressed him. With a flick of her wrist she sent the dart spiraling through the air before stabbing into dirt. "I think maybe we should find out." She nudges her chin out in a lazy sort of point towards the trees. "Tonight we should check out the woods. There's gotta be some reason for all the barbed wire and fencing, right? Bet it has some secrets... Even more than a mental hospital." While plank fencing made sense to keep the students in, it was plausible it was also made to keep something or someone else out. Especially with the addition of those rusty wires. The academy had stables... wouldn't they want to carve out riding trails in the woods and use that land?
Spencer felt like the trees beckoned to her; since her arrival something had felt very off about forbidden grounds just beyond her reach. And, while curiosity may have killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back, no? Of course, mister anger cape and Eliza the giant or whatever her name and species was would probably hound them for ditching classes on the first day, and the chance of being caught with so many students and their prying eyes around seemed probable. But in the dead of night?
Spencer drew out her phone to check the weather, and the forecast showed cloudy skies and possible light showers later in the evening. Well, wasn't that just perfect. "Wanna look for ghosts? Maybe we can ask them what they think." In her head thoughts of ghosts, demons, sacrifices and conspiracies ran rampant. As unlikely and irrational as those ideas may have been, once Spencer put her mind to something, talking her out of it was nigh impossible. This cat would just need to go find out for herself.
Oh, and Francis would come, too. She'd get him to go somehow, since he was the closest thing to a companion she had met thus far. He seemed like kind of a push over, so it wouldn't be so hard to twist his arm. "Let's prove we belong here." Because breaking all the rules at an academy for inspiring villains was definitely how you would prove that sort of thing.
Travis!
His slouching stopped the moment the kid began to crack his knuckles. He did so slowly, intentionally, and one at a time. That sort of body language was aggressive, and put Travis on alert. Well, if this little bitch isn't the most... Travis pushed himself from the wall and he instinctively balanced himself in a sort of half turned boxing stance, with a slight bend at the knees. Though he kept his hands at his sides, they were balled into tight fists. His tone dropped with his next words--they were rather quiet, but biting nonetheless. In that moment he resembled more of a snake than a fox, which is what most folks associated him with because of his hair and teasing attitude.
He would level this cocky freshman sometime early on in the semester. Really early on, depending on the kid's next few moves.
"Kick the stall doors and every person in there will want your head on a pike, myself included." Truth be told, Travis already did want that. "Seems like you didn't hear me the first time, freshman. If you ever disturb me on the toilet again I will break your fucking jaw and drown you in my shit. It's that simple." Beneath his skin Travis' blood was beginning to boil. He had a certain nasty streak that many of his peers could attest to. At least, the ones that weren't dead.
The presence of the knife in his pocket came to the forefront of his thoughts. It was oh so very tempting to flip it out and go for a jugular slash right there and then, but Travis couldn't risk breaking the school's few rules and possibly being kicked out of his favorite clubs. Sunbreaker allowed for merciless slaughter--hell, that was literally a class Travis took his sophomore year. He just needed teacher permission first. Really not a terrible caveat, but certainly inconvenient when you wanted to start scrapping in the moment.
Of course, self defense was a different story...
By then the sniper's knuckles were white, but he managed to keep them well behaved and at his sides, as opposed to crunching against Dei-Loki's chin.
"Ahhh, that's what I was hoping to hear!!" She cracked a smile in his direction, before returning her gaze to the forest. Though she looked away, she still addressed him. With a flick of her wrist she sent the dart spiraling through the air before stabbing into dirt. "I think maybe we should find out." She nudges her chin out in a lazy sort of point towards the trees. "Tonight we should check out the woods. There's gotta be some reason for all the barbed wire and fencing, right? Bet it has some secrets... Even more than a mental hospital." While plank fencing made sense to keep the students in, it was plausible it was also made to keep something or someone else out. Especially with the addition of those rusty wires. The academy had stables... wouldn't they want to carve out riding trails in the woods and use that land?
Spencer felt like the trees beckoned to her; since her arrival something had felt very off about forbidden grounds just beyond her reach. And, while curiosity may have killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back, no? Of course, mister anger cape and Eliza the giant or whatever her name and species was would probably hound them for ditching classes on the first day, and the chance of being caught with so many students and their prying eyes around seemed probable. But in the dead of night?
Spencer drew out her phone to check the weather, and the forecast showed cloudy skies and possible light showers later in the evening. Well, wasn't that just perfect. "Wanna look for ghosts? Maybe we can ask them what they think." In her head thoughts of ghosts, demons, sacrifices and conspiracies ran rampant. As unlikely and irrational as those ideas may have been, once Spencer put her mind to something, talking her out of it was nigh impossible. This cat would just need to go find out for herself.
Oh, and Francis would come, too. She'd get him to go somehow, since he was the closest thing to a companion she had met thus far. He seemed like kind of a push over, so it wouldn't be so hard to twist his arm. "Let's prove we belong here." Because breaking all the rules at an academy for inspiring villains was definitely how you would prove that sort of thing.
Travis!
His slouching stopped the moment the kid began to crack his knuckles. He did so slowly, intentionally, and one at a time. That sort of body language was aggressive, and put Travis on alert. Well, if this little bitch isn't the most... Travis pushed himself from the wall and he instinctively balanced himself in a sort of half turned boxing stance, with a slight bend at the knees. Though he kept his hands at his sides, they were balled into tight fists. His tone dropped with his next words--they were rather quiet, but biting nonetheless. In that moment he resembled more of a snake than a fox, which is what most folks associated him with because of his hair and teasing attitude.
He would level this cocky freshman sometime early on in the semester. Really early on, depending on the kid's next few moves.
"Kick the stall doors and every person in there will want your head on a pike, myself included." Truth be told, Travis already did want that. "Seems like you didn't hear me the first time, freshman. If you ever disturb me on the toilet again I will break your fucking jaw and drown you in my shit. It's that simple." Beneath his skin Travis' blood was beginning to boil. He had a certain nasty streak that many of his peers could attest to. At least, the ones that weren't dead.
The presence of the knife in his pocket came to the forefront of his thoughts. It was oh so very tempting to flip it out and go for a jugular slash right there and then, but Travis couldn't risk breaking the school's few rules and possibly being kicked out of his favorite clubs. Sunbreaker allowed for merciless slaughter--hell, that was literally a class Travis took his sophomore year. He just needed teacher permission first. Really not a terrible caveat, but certainly inconvenient when you wanted to start scrapping in the moment.
Of course, self defense was a different story...
By then the sniper's knuckles were white, but he managed to keep them well behaved and at his sides, as opposed to crunching against Dei-Loki's chin.
