Who: Tori & James What: Mentor-nabbing When: Late afternoon/early evening; Wednesday, November 6 Where: Outside of the Centurion dorms (and potentially elsewhere) Rating: Low Status: Closed/Complete
The nice thing about a stakeout was that it gave you ample time to do homework. Sure, she wasn't going to be able to do a whole lot of practice on a bench outside of the Centurion dorms, but it was a great place to burn through all of her written work. As a seventh year, she was still amazed at how much she had to do. Every time she stole a glance at the dorm building before her she couldn't help but sigh. Little over a year, she reminded herself, and training would be over. Then, she could really be something, someone. Of course, she was someone now. She'd put a lot of effort into being the best student that she could be and trying to outdo everyone around her. It hadn't won her a lot of friends, no, but the ones who put up with it were pretty awesome. Still, there was something special in her mind about the learning being over.
That meant, however, that she was going to have to get flying down. Which was much easier said than done. Practicing on her own had yielded poor results. She needed someone to coach her, even if their abilities weren't exactly the same as her own. She needed someone with wings. And once she found someone--James Killian, Centurion, to be exact--she had to convince him that he wanted, no, needed to help her. That, she had a feeling, was going to be the hard part. It always was. Fortunately, being part girl and part jackhammer in this instance was going to pay off. If he wouldn't agree willingly, then she was going to convince him. No matter what it took. There were, of course, probably other people to whom she could have gone. Only Tori was stubborn, and when she set her mind on something it was going to be that way or not at all. That was what had her sitting in wait for him, effectively hunting him in the interest of employing a good old blitz attack with the intent to shanghai him.
Nose buried in a magazine, the latest issue of Cosmo with the cover torn off to hide the fact that she was reading it in public, she glanced up every so often. One way or the other, coming or going, she'd catch him. Sooner or later. It was just a matter of being patient, which she was notoriously bad at. If he didn't show up soon, she was going to have to call it a night and get some dinner. But she could hope. She really didn't want all of her waiting to have been a total bust and waste.