Post by tanglenose on Apr 24, 2011 19:02:11 GMT -5
Lightning illuminated the sky outside Adrian's bedroom window as a thunderstorm destroyed the silence of night. Almost everyone was down at Mischief Managed watching the hockey game, including both Nicole and Gabriel, but Adrian lingered behind to work on his potato gun. Last time he tried it, it ended up catching half the mess hall on fire, resulting in a few weeks bunking with some tattooed psychopath named Reggie. Good fun.
Suddenly a bright flash of lightning followed by a massive explosion captured Adrian's attention and he raced towards the window in time to see part of the library collapse. The lights flickered, then went out completely. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." He muttered, lighting a brownie scented candle then he happened to have on his desk. BECAUSE IT SMELLS GOOD, OKAY? He rubbed his forehead as he thought of what to do. 'I guess I'd better ch-' His thoughts were suddenly cut off by a shrill scream. Not an 'I stubbed my toe' or an 'Oh shit, I have a bag of Milky Ways' scream, a 'Someone better fucking help me or my life will be in grave danger' scream.
Adrian half jumped, half fell on to his bed and grabbed the flashlight he kept on the night table. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, if this was a horror movie, I'd be the stupid one trying to be a hero. Things never go well for him.' With shaking hands, he picked up his battery powered nail gun and wrapped his ninja star belt around his waist. He flicked the flashlight on and positioned his hands lime he saw cops do in movies. He kicked open his door and made his way down the hallway, trying to find the source of the scream.
Suddenly a bright flash of lightning followed by a massive explosion captured Adrian's attention and he raced towards the window in time to see part of the library collapse. The lights flickered, then went out completely. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." He muttered, lighting a brownie scented candle then he happened to have on his desk. BECAUSE IT SMELLS GOOD, OKAY? He rubbed his forehead as he thought of what to do. 'I guess I'd better ch-' His thoughts were suddenly cut off by a shrill scream. Not an 'I stubbed my toe' or an 'Oh shit, I have a bag of Milky Ways' scream, a 'Someone better fucking help me or my life will be in grave danger' scream.
Adrian half jumped, half fell on to his bed and grabbed the flashlight he kept on the night table. 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, if this was a horror movie, I'd be the stupid one trying to be a hero. Things never go well for him.' With shaking hands, he picked up his battery powered nail gun and wrapped his ninja star belt around his waist. He flicked the flashlight on and positioned his hands lime he saw cops do in movies. He kicked open his door and made his way down the hallway, trying to find the source of the scream.