St. John Allerdyce (worst_one) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-04-04 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | chamber, pyro |
Who: John, Jono
When: postdated to Monday afternoon, after classes
Where: Back porch of the school
What: A chance run-in turns into an unusual, impromptu (and unsupervised) training session.
John was bored. This didn't bode well for anyone, really, especially when he was so bored that he actually ventured out of his room in search of entertainment. He wasn't even really sure what he was looking for, but he knew he'd recognize it when he saw it.
Or, as the case was, heard it. Since he was in the back of the mansion anyway, he figured he'd step outside for a smoke and then venture back in to find a suitable victim. But, as he reached for the door, he realized he might well have just found his victim after all. The quiet sound of guitar strings plucking along greeted him, making him smirk to himself. Excellent. Jay was always his favorite verbal punching bag, so this might work out splendidly.
He opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, walking over to the form huddled over its guitar. "Chuckles! Long time, no whine!" Huh. No wings, and not the right size. . .not Jay. Crap. But he'd been caught anyway and cleared his throat. "Oh. It's you." Well, no sense turning back now; that might be a little suspicious. So, instead, John nodded once in greeting as he lit a cigarette and dropped into an unoccupied chair, not really caring if he was about to be shooed away; for someone who liked to keep himself so aloof, John really didn't know shit about personal boundaries.