Pyro (![]() ![]() @ 2008-12-03 20:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | bloodlust, pyro, § xaviers, › week 07 |
Who: Pyro, Bloodlust
NPCs: None, as of the present moment
When: Wednesday, about 9:30 am
Where: First on campus, and then sort of sneaking off
What: Pyro and Libby skip class and unintentionally end up doing it together
Rating & Warnings: R; underage smoking, mentions of prostitution (including homosexuality and underage sex), references to sex (not explicit), theft, language.For all of yesterday, he'd been avoiding people. Mostly because his face was all scratched up. He'd made the excuse of being "sick," and had pretty much just been smoking all day. Stupid roommate wasn't too happy about that one, but hey. What can ya do. And now, he was hungry. He was hungry, he was out of cigarettes, and he didn't want to be cooped up in his room or class. Especially not with the scratches on the side of his face. He'd gotten home Monday night to thankfully discover that Princess hadn't released any poison into him. He'd at least managed to clean it up, but he didn't have anything to put over it. And damnit, if she left him with scars, he'd slaughter her.
So now, he was sneaking down the stairs, hood all drawn up to cover as much of his face as he could. Down the stairs, heading for the entrance to the garage. Once in the garage, he was planning to steal the most inconspicuous vehicle he could - unless that Harley was there. He'd checked - sometimes it was, sometimes it wasn't. It must have belonged to someone who visited the campus only occasionally.
He had to restrain himself from clicking, fingering, or even thinking about his lighter, because if he started flicking it open and shut, it would attract attention. And attention was the last thing he wanted. At least, right now. If circumstances were different, he'd probably be as close to the center of attention as he could get. Playing tricks with his lighter. Making jokes, teasing people. That was John's favorite thing to do, and he was damned good at it. Very, very damned good at it. That was one of John's talents, so to speak. Making an ass of himself and taunting others.
Finally, Pyro had reached the garage, and had his hand on the handle. He turned it slowly, hissing when it made a slight scratching noise, and then opened it. He didn't go slowly, and he didn't go too quickly - one or the other would make too much noise. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, using just as much caution as he had to open it. And then, he was free to go and pick which vehicle he was "borrowing." His first scan was for the Harley as he moved farther into the garage... and.. no. Not here. Damn. What to pick next...?