Composer of Requiems
Hand over your presents.
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- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 34
- Missing, presumed alive. Last seen posting on PC.
- Seen Jun 13, 2011
The stupid sharperner wouldn't work again.
Nic was still in the classroom, trying to fix the public equipment. As always, someone had just decided to jam in something corrosive, and now it had to be taken apart, since this time, it got right into the inner mechanisms.
The screw fell off the table and went into the corner under the desk. He crept under.
There was a momentary flash of green light, contrasting against the yellow tint of the setting sun.
-What the h*** was that?!
He got up.
The table was empty. Then, he heard a faint metallic sound.
A screw fell from above. He decided not to look up, since whenever someone looks up at something that just fell from above, the rest will always tend to fall on that person.
Instead of that, he lept backwards before risking a glance.
The old rule always works. The rest of the public sharpener fell from above, in little fragments, scattering on the floor.
-WHAT THE....
He pocketed the screw that he had retrieved from beneath the table, and left the room. Something was wrong.
The corridors were deserted. Then, all the lights went on at once.
...wtf.
Nic walked briskly to the main door. No point running. It was only noisier.
He opened the door a crack, and peeped out. The first thing he noticed was that something was wrong with the gate. It looked more... forbidding.
Nic decided that it was best not to stay out here. It was better to find someone else. It was just ... safer.
He walked to the common rooms, where pupils could spend their time when they were boarding.
Empty.
Then, he heard some sound coming from Room 204. Nic made his way there.
Nic was still in the classroom, trying to fix the public equipment. As always, someone had just decided to jam in something corrosive, and now it had to be taken apart, since this time, it got right into the inner mechanisms.
The screw fell off the table and went into the corner under the desk. He crept under.
There was a momentary flash of green light, contrasting against the yellow tint of the setting sun.
-What the h*** was that?!
He got up.
The table was empty. Then, he heard a faint metallic sound.
A screw fell from above. He decided not to look up, since whenever someone looks up at something that just fell from above, the rest will always tend to fall on that person.
Instead of that, he lept backwards before risking a glance.
The old rule always works. The rest of the public sharpener fell from above, in little fragments, scattering on the floor.
-WHAT THE....
He pocketed the screw that he had retrieved from beneath the table, and left the room. Something was wrong.
The corridors were deserted. Then, all the lights went on at once.
...wtf.
Nic walked briskly to the main door. No point running. It was only noisier.
He opened the door a crack, and peeped out. The first thing he noticed was that something was wrong with the gate. It looked more... forbidding.
Nic decided that it was best not to stay out here. It was better to find someone else. It was just ... safer.
He walked to the common rooms, where pupils could spend their time when they were boarding.
Empty.
Then, he heard some sound coming from Room 204. Nic made his way there.