Post by Daryl Bailey on Sept 22, 2008 15:09:02 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/blockquote]Marc trudged quietly down the hallway, hands shoved in his back pockets. Classes had let out hours before, yet still he was walking the halls as if headed for his next block. He hadn't been fond of the school, though he did like that girl he talked to on the rooftop way back when. Jay, was her name? Yeah...she had been great. Nice, funny, sweet, beautiful as heaven itself. But of course he had only seen her that one time.
And now here he was, kicking an empty water bottle as hard as he could, bored out of his mind. His eyes followed the skittering piece of plastic as it swept down the hallway, but his thoughts didn't. His thoughts stuck with the Jay girl, and that night they talked. It was the only good memory he had to focus on. She had been so sweet and understanding. Marc had really taken a liking to her. He didn't think she liked him...she hardly knew him. But God did she rush into that hole his ex girlfriend left.
As Marc walked by classroom after classroom, he began to whistle. Unamused by the soft sound, Marc morphed into a panther. Paws pressed on the tiles as he raced down the hallway, gaining as much speed as he could before reaching the end of it. When he did, he leapt and pressed off of the wall, changing into a falcon and gliding just below the ceiling. When Marc was in front of one of the classroom doors, he changed back to himself and landed gracefully on the floor.
A bit winded, and still no more amused than before, Marc decided to open the classroom door and see what was inside. It was the Battle Tactics room, decked out in all it's harsh metal.
Status: Done
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