"the sinful master" (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fatal_malice) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} idrisacademy,@ 2011-01-12 22:08:00 |
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What: Trapped. In the dark. With each other.
Where: Equipment room.
When: Backdated to the night of January 9th.
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and potential violence.
No one would have expected Jared Master to be the athletic type. He came off as more of a studious guy than anything else and, given the fact that he didn’t enjoy interactions with other people, clubs and sports wouldn’t have exactly met his criteria – or the criteria set on him by anyone who knew of his misanthropy, anyways. Luckily, he had no whims about surprising the judgmental. He signed up for every group that required a good deal of practice and exercise, permitting himself to act at least somewhat civil for those few hours.
The Boxing Club was no exception.
Although the timing was an absolute hindrance, he obligingly went to the meeting without complaint, focusing on what was really important. He might not be the most amazing person to hang out with, but he did have dedication and hard work to his credibility. Messing around or causing unnecessary trouble was beneath him, especially since he could do better than waste his time on petty games. He was far more mature than that, or so he liked to think. Well, at the very least, he was mature enough to attend a gathering at night, instead of whinging about the trouble it’d inflict on him personally.
By the end of the meeting, Jared could bet his life it was already pitch black outside. He lingered behind the rest of the members, choosing to wait for the crowd to disperse. It was his full intention to follow his classmates back to the dormitory, so he made it a point to take a quick shower. As he was close to exiting the building though, the captain unexpectedly asked him to help put away the equipments. It was actually more of a command, but nobody was being nitpicky here. If it wasn’t for the fact that the request was both perfectly reasonable and presented to him by an authority figure, he would have most likely continued on his way, as if he heard nothing but the wind.
It was such a drag, needing to listen to him. Wasn’t it bad enough that he was now in charge of the group? Apparently, it also gave him the right to stop his safe return to his room. Collecting the last of the supplies into his arms, he’d already relented to his fate for quite a while, having decided it would be best to just hurry and finish the cleaning. The faster he was done, the sooner he’d be able to catch up with the last of the stragglers. Moving ahead of his captain, he entered the equipment room, before gradually beginning the long haul of shoving the items into their proper places.
That’s when it happened.
He didn’t know how it happened or why the fuck it happened, but it did. A very audible SLAM! and a subsequent click could be heard throughout the small interior. His body instantly tensed, as he was suddenly swamped by darkness. The materials dropped out of his grasp in his unhidden shock. Turning slowly towards the direction of where the door was supposedly located, Jared tried to maintain a calm composure, but his inability to see was not helping in the slightest. “What,” he hissed, “the bloody hell did you do, Kim?”
His night couldn’t possibly get any worse.