Who: Scott Ackerman and Open! Merle! What: Taking a jog and glaring at posters. When: Late morning Where: A campus pathway of random. Rating: Low (tbd) - language. Status: Open/Incomplete.
The weather was really ideal for jogging in Scott's opinion. It was cool enough that he didn't have to wear shorts but warm enough that he didn't have to over layer with a jacket. So he wasn't going to look like a sweaty gross pig. He was just going to be a sweaty pig. There were levels and he'd take that one over the others. So he had put in his headphones and shoved his phone in his pocket, then gone for the jog that was supposed to be daily.
Initially, there wasn't really anything different. He took the same paths, saw the same faces, ignored those same faces. It was, pardon the pun, normal. Scott was making plans in his head, checking mental schedules as he jogged. Was he going to be able to watch the Packers-Vikings game? Seven thirty meant classes would be over so he just had to worry about work. There were high hopes that the Packers would kick the shit out of the Vikings. Fuck Minnesota.
It was then that he passed the first poster but he ignored it. When he came across the fourth poster, he finally stopped to look at the black paper with the masquerade images. Uh, what? He slowed but kept sort of bouncing on his feet, keeping his heart beat as steady as he could as he read the paper, ignoring the way his sweaty shirt was starting to cool awkwardly against his skin. "Uh," he started aloud, not realizing it, "This is some stupid bullshit." He was tempted to tear the poster down and throw it in the garbage but that wasn't really fair to anyone else, "Didn't we get enough formals in high school...?"