Dallas Narrative Who: Dallas Gibson Narrative NPCs: n/a When: May 28th, 2009. Early evening Where: The school hallways What: Dallas has been sitting on the TV set he had his parents bring up - time to deliver it! Rating: G!
Dallas hoped Kevin would like it. After pulling the sheet off of it from its hiding place under his desk, the blond regarded the television set. The remote was there and his mom had changed the batteries before his dad had brought it up. Dallas just hoped that 24" was enough. He wasn't very good when it came to television sets, but he also knew that the chord on the back was the cable line. Kevin should have everything he needed to watch television whenever he wanted to.
Opening the door, Dallas poked his head out and looked up and down the corridor. The coast was clear and he quickly powered up and picked up the television set. He was still amazed as to how easy it was to lift things in his transformed state. Maybe being a mutant wasn't all bad. He could go into construction or something. At least it was an option.
Balancing the remote on top of the set, Dallas made quick work of...moving one door over. It was convenient that Kevin was right there, and Dallas knew he'd built up this little escapade much bigger than it really was. Setting it down without bumping the door, Dallas pulled out a folded note and set it under the remote. It was simple, concise, and typed. He didn't want to give away who he was, after all!
If you need help getting it in, I'm sure Dallas would be happy to help you.
He'd worried over the note for a good twenty minutes. But he thought it sounded good, and didn't place him at the scene. Dallas was usually helpful so it all made sense. Glancing around again and grinning, Dallas slipped back into his room and closed the door with a light click.