<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> M'kay, swearing, smoking, etc. you've been warned. Who- me, secret_destiny, pirateferret, draykon What- a few gang members, a few explosives, a lot of vandalism Where- cafeteria, approx. 1 am When- Tria 42, 81378 no real limit for posting length, just remember 'quality over quantity'. although this thread is meant for the people mentioned above, i will allow others in if they pm me first for permission. JTCC and A'Delos have asked permission and are allowed to join in, remember you guys, you may run the risk of being beaten up by gang members ;) </td></tr></table> Sylverstryx cautiously pushed open the large double doors to the cafeteria, peeking around them for any sign of movement. The buzzing flourescent lights of the hallway flooded in through the crack between the doors, cutting a path of light into the pitch black room. Therer were no lights on anywhere in the cafe, and no lights were visible through the door that led to the kitchen. It was deserted for the night. Confident that there was no one around, he entered the room and flicked on the lights. There was a slight delay before the lights flickered to life. Benches were pushed under the tables and chairs stacked off to the side. The room stunk of the harsh smell of cleaning supplies, an oder that clung to teh inside of Stryx's and Twitch's noses. Twitch crinkled her nose at the smell, switching to her bipedal form as she padded around the perimeter of the large room. Already her small attantion span was at it's limits, and she had to remind herself constantly why they were here. Stryx began walking down between the rows of tables, running his claws over the tabletops, the surfaces heavily worn from generations of students. <span style='color:red'>"Where should we put the explosives?" </span>he asked, his voice echoing slighting off the walls.
Ekslik walked silently in to the room, looking about the large open caffeteria in the flickering light. A slight grin forced its way on to his face. He lifted a paw, brushing his slick hair back, not used to it being out of its ponyail for so long. He walked through the rows of tables, making his way towards the kitchen. He wanted to get there first, it seemed like it would be the funnest to trash. He walked over to the kitchen doors, printed with large letters "Staff Only". He walked inside and over to the back of the open area where caffeteria workers deal out the daily meal. He looked around him at the various stands and fridges of different lunch time treats. With the grin still on his face he looked back into the bulk of the caffeteria over towards Stryx and Twitch. The grin on his face faltered a second, hoping they would not rally be jumping to explosives that early in the game. What was the fun in that? He turned around, and chose a particularly tall fridge and walked over to it. With a heafty shove he toppled it over. A loud crash echoed through the caffeteria as the beverages that had fallen out the opened fridge door exploded all over the tile floor. Ekslik chuckled a silent chuckle. And walked over and picked up one of the drinks that had not exploded with a distinct green color. He opened it and took a big swig of it before throwing it through one of the glass windows on the kitchen doors.
vollnyymt smiled and took the explosives laying them in places she took three into the kitchen where ekslik was trashing things. then she called out after laying two of the three out. we'll set em off when we're done with having some fun. she then went over to a pot of tomorrows left overs she kicked it over and gave a small discusting before moving back out to the cafe. she took a can of spray paint out of her purse and started coloring the place with purple paint. she finished her drawing. it was a purple outline of a sword. she sighed and wet over to break a couple of chairs. she looked over at twitch and smiled she took out her claws and scratched the wall. what else was she gunna do with this? what ever it was it was gunna be fun.
Drouger calmly entered the room, his eyes sweeping over his comrades as they begin distroying the room. His gaze settled on the lights overhead. With a sadistic smirk he crossed his arms over his chest and concentrated. Tiny ice crystals began to form inside the first light, slowly growing and putting more and more pressure on the bulbs until they burst in a brilliant shower of sparks. He slowly began making his way down the rows of tables, lights shattering above him as he went. His boots crunched noisily on the broken glass beneith his feet as he grinned at his handiwork. Oh yes, this would be fun...
Twitch reached into one of her pockets, pulling out a small switchblade. She flicked it open and began carving various bits of profanity into the wall nearest to her. The slightly serated blade easy sawed through the wall. Stryx blinked and looked around at the havoc being caused by his compainions. <span style='color:red'>Well... guess it's time I did something...</span> He walked up to the nearest table, pushed the chairs off it with one large shove. They fell to the floor with a resounding crash, more than one breaking under the weight of the other chairs. Stryx inspected the table he had just cleared. It was a newer model apparently, built of plywood top and metal legs. He hopped up onto it, and felt the top already bending from his weight. Stryx steadied himself before jumping straight up, to land hard in the middle of the desk. The table topsplintered and cracked, spliting neatly along the middle where he had landed. Stryx kicked and puched his way out of the mangled mesh of wood and metal, and headed for the next breakable table, intent on repeating the process.
Ekslik eyed the explosives that had been left in the kitchen and the vat of leftovers that had been knocked over by the female pendragon. Even though there was plenty left for him to destroy himself, he did not appreciate the help, he had wanted to trash the kitchen as much as posible himself. He let out a sigh, letting the childhood lessons of "sharing" get the best of him. Besides there was much more to do, and he had chosen a very fun place to trash, so of course others would want to help, he knew he was being selfish. He walked over to a rack stocked with various candy bars and bags of salty chips. Uncerimoniously he started grabbing as many as he could with each of his six-fingered hands and shoved them into his popant pockets and those of his vest as well. Fruits of labor. When he had releived the rack of much of its contents he lifted it and carried it over to one of the kitchen apliances. Grabbing it firmly and getting a good grip he swung it with all of the momentum he could muster at it, making a big dent in the metalic apliance. Ekslik dropped the rack and walked off, his eyes intent looking for something elce he could destroy.
most the lights had gone vollnyymt cursed under her breath. soon she would be able to see a thing. ouch fuck! she stepped on a peice of glass. damnit! she had left her boots back at the room. she sat on one of the unbroken tables and pulled it out. god damnit! stupid glass! she looked at her poor bleeding foot. the crimson liquid ran down her foot. she got up and haoobled over to a chair picking it up and hurling it across the room. she was mad now. she went to the kichen and took out the hings letting the door fall. she took a couple deep breaths and went to sit down. the worst part was. she needed to set off the explosives.
Dragon: Jahhar Jahhar was walking through the halls, he couldn't catch any sleep. He heard a dragon cursing. [Who could be up so late?] thought Jahhar. He poked his head around the corner and was able to see the dragons causing trouble. [Blast, stupid dragons, ruining the school.] Jahhar had no weapons with him, he decided to go back to his room and quickly grab his weapons, only the dragons may be gone by then. Jahhar crawled silently into the room and grabbed a broken table leg, then he took a shard of glass nearby and jammed it into the table leg. It made a noise. Jahhar stayed down though. and gripped his weapon tightly.
<span style='color:blue'>"Are you alright Vollnyymt?"</span> Drouger asked with his usual stoicism. He slowly made his way over to the femme, side stepping the worst of the carnage he and the others had created. <span style='color:blue'>"Did you step on something?"</span> he asked when he saw the blood slowly running down her foot and onto the floor. By now a good 3/4 of the lights in the room had been burst thanks to his cryokenisis, and the rest were flickering weakly. Apparently when he took care of the last few lights he had also messed up some of the wireing. He was about to offer Vollnyymt some assistance when he heard it. A strange noise that sounded suspiciously like glass being striked against another object. Drouger would have ignored it but it was coming from a direction in which none of his comrades were positioned, near the door. He slowly made his way towards the point were to the noise seemed to have originated, his hand straying towards one of the many blades situated on his body.<span style='color:blue'> "Show yourself." </span>he hissed, eyes narrowing dangerously.
Character: <span style='color:red'>Del</span> Somone couldn't sleep, Del had been wandering the halls for hours, and had come to the lunchroom, intent on stealing something to eat, when he saw jahhar shove a piece of glass into a table leg, and heard Drouger say <span style='color:blue'>"Show yourself"</span> Walking silently up behind jahhar, within eight feet, the range of a levitation spell, after speaking a few short 'magic words' the table leg became temporarily lighter than air, floating up to the roof, and del ran forward, doing a roundhouse kick at jahhars head <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> go magic, nothing beats fire, lol </td></tr></table>
Stryx was just about to smash another table, and Twitch was in the process of carveing "vokc iyo Janardan" beside the board used to display the current slop they were serving, when Drouger had announced there was an intruder with his comment. Stryx glanced arround wide-eyed at the door, fearful that they might have been discovered by a member of the staff. He was greeted by the sight of a small male trying to wrestle an impromptu weapon from another male. He didn't recognize the younger male, but Twitch did. <span style='color:orange'>"Del?"</span> she asked, rather confused, <span style='color:orange'>"What the hell?..."</span> She hopped forward in her quadripedal form once more, darting over to help him. Unfourtunately, she had forgotten about the glass. The small shards stuck into her unprotected hands. <span style='color:orange'>"FUCK!"</span> she cried, tripping over her own mangled hands. She tumbled head over heels, coming to an abrupt stop as she hit the two fighting males dead on. <span style='color:red'>"Twitch?!"</span> Stryx called out, making his way as fast as he could while trying to avoid the worst of the carnage he had created from the tables.
Ekslik heard the hinges rip off one of the doors of the kitchen. He could see Vollnyymut throught the door and the blood on her foot. He would have offered an "are you ok?" comment or something of the like but since he could not, he made no effort. What would have been the point? "Show yourself!" The unexpected exclimation made Ekslik imediately stiffen. He walked over to the service line where he had a clear veiw of the caffeteria doors. He watched, wide eyed as the scene unfloded. Had they been discovered by a staff member? No, it looked to be another student. This worried Ekslik a little less but was still a concern. Then the second unreconized pendragon stepped in and disarmed the first. Ekslik did not like the way this was turning out. The second pendragon seemed to be on their side, this asumption supported by Twitch's familiarity with the character. But what about the first pendragon? He jumped over the serving line separating the kitchen from the rest of the room and stood there for a moment. What ever action was about to take place he wanted to be in on it, but he was not about to make the mistake of walking on all that glass for no reason.
vollnyymt looked up at the intruder. she hobled over carful of the glass. who are you.... she asked in a menasing snarl. she turned to the other one. it looked as though he was friends with twitch. the pain in her foot was biulding. damnit! she held her foot and found a small peice she had missed she gentaly pulled the bloody glass out and threw it across the room.her fingers were stained blood red. her dark blue eyes fel to the floor. she saw blood she smirked and chuckled to herself. she went and sat down.
Jahhar was kocked by the blow he had recieved, but he quickly recovered. He replied to the question that had been asked. "It matters not who I am, for I will corrupt and destroy this group soon enough." Jahhar rapidly picked up pieces of glass and threw them at the lights to knock them out. It became pitch black in the cafeteria. Jahhar could see though, because he was a vampire and his eyes where attuned to seeing through the darkness on land. He hovered over the glass and creeped silently up behind Ekslik. Then Jahhar quickly darted in front of him, then he grabbed him by the neck. "I came here not thinking I wouldn't find anything. Yet now, I may get a... snack prehaps?" Jahhar lifted the dragon higher into the air by his neck.
<span style='color:red'>Vampire?</span> he thought, <span style='color:red'>"Put him down, or I'll burn you straight to hell!"</span> Del said, making a few hand gestures, and enveloped his hands in magical flames, and took a threatening step forword, <span style='color:red'>"Do you want to die, demon?"</span> he touched two tables to ignite them and light the room up he looked around the room to asses the situation, The glass on the floor, that could work to his advantage, it would cause the vampire to make noise, if only a little <span style='color:red'>the next move is up to the demon, if he lets him go, there wont need to be a fight</span> dell thought, and clenched his hands into fists, and grinned <span style='color:red'>"Whats it gonna be?</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> BTW I Should be on almost evryday </td></tr></table>
The double doors to the Cafeteria opened and the silhouette of a winged pendragon opened up. He had good nightvision so he could clearly see the vampire holding the pendragon, and A'delos threatening him. He walked to a corner in the pitch-black room as the hard scales on his feet resisted the sharp glass. "Hahaha..." Esh's voice trailed off Suddenly two feint purple orbs glowered in the darkness. Esh's hands glowed with a purplish aura which suddenly enveloped the vampire. He attempted to take control of the vampire and make him bite his prey and then snickered in great amusement at his handywork. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:32px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Thanks for letting me join, sadistic_tendancies</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> erk, skip me for this round, writters block :( Esh, you need to edit your post a little. Like where did your character come from? He can't of just 'appeared' out of nowhere and attacked JTCC's chara</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>So is it my turn? Or do I wait for Drakyon? If its my turn I will just edit this post....but I am very confused...where did Esh come from? </td></tr></table> Ekslick watched the room go black. He was not worried, he had exelent night vision, but in the second that it took his eyes to ajust to the dark a figure came before him and lifted him by the neck. Ekslick was still, painfull memories rushed back to him, old wounds in his neck once again started to form and a familiar pain flooded him. For a moment he forgot what was happening, he was back in that dark room, the large pendragon with his throat in hand...the gun. Then a voice snapped him back to reality, but his panic still did not fade. "You want to die deamon?" For a moment he thought the words where directed at him, but then he relized as his asailant's words soaked in, he was face to face with a vampire. Ekslick strugled to free himself from the vampire's grip. All elce in the room was oblivious to him, on that day he had had a gun, but this time he did not. He franticaly looked for some way to defend himself, unable to cry out for help from the others, but he could only hope by now they had noticed. Then finaly as if making his final decision, and unsure weather it would work, Ekslick lifted his already airborne legs and rammed them as hard as he could into the vampire's stomache. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Flashback. ^^</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> go right ahead pirate for referance the posting order is -me -pirateferret -secret_destiny -drakyon -JTCC -a'delos -hello Spoon may be joining us... not sure</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry guys, I had a sort of writers block 2, but I had to put something. I knew WHAT I wanted to do, I just didn't know HOW to get it out :o oh well, look up if you hav no idea what the hell i'm saying.</td></tr></table>
