fandomhigh | Escape Artistry: Week 1, Period 3 (Thurs. 07/10)

When students assembled in the Danger Shop, they'd find a long table with screw drivers, hammers, awls, and crowbars near a long wall lined with a variety of doors. Some were obviously thin, wooden, interior doors with privacy doorknobs and some were much thicker, metal, exterior doors with deadbolts and sturdier doorknobs. All were locked and once students came into the Danger Shop they'd discover the entrance had disappeared.

Standing in front of the doors with his arms crossed was a huge man with wild dreadlocks, facial hair, and intricate tattoos on his forearm and neck. He wore a leather tank-style vest, worn leather pants, heavy boots, and a wicked smile.

"This is Escape Artistry," Ronon grunted the words at those assembled on-time. "Stupid name for a class, but I didn't pick it. They said day one is about keeping it easy and getting to know you. Meet the doors." Ronon gestured his thumb toward the wall of doors. "You break one down, we'll do introductions on the other side."

Ronon approached a sturdy, steel, dead-bolted door and delivered a well-placed kick to the point where the lock was mounted, tearing the deadbolt out of the metal door frame and causing the door to cave in on itself and smash loudly to the floor. Ronon snorted his disappointment with the door's structure before glancing back at the students. "If you need 'em, there's tools 'n stuff on the table. I don't care how you do it, just get through. I'll be waiting on the other side."

After he stepped through the rubble into the room on the other side, the door he'd destroyed repaired itself through the magic of the Danger Shop. Students would have to work either together or alone to beak down a door and escape the sealed room.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Warren was already looking at the doors, thoughtfully. And musing on whether or not being in the classroom here meant he was allowed to burn things.

Probably not.

Rikku waved cheerfully at Warren. Wondering if he wanted another hug.

Warren did not want another hug. Warren wanted the stupid hyper girl to go away and leave him alone.

He conveyed this feeling as clearly as he could by narrowing his eyes and looking at Rikku with the darkest glare he could possibly muster.

"You seem grumpy," Rikku announced cheerfully. "I bet I can help."

"No," Warren grunted. "No, you can't."

Could the glare get any darker? Probably not. He was trying, though.

"I helped last time," Rikku said innocently. "What was it that helped last time? I forget."

"It didn't help. You aren't allowed to try again."

And he certainly wasn't going to remind her, either.

"I thought it did," she mused. "I mean, it helped me plenty. Must've helped you some."

"No. No, it didn't."

Warren was edging away from the crazy girl, now.

"Iiiiiiiiiii remember," Rikku grinned. "You were totally grumpy and needed a hug."

"I'm always grumpy. I don't need a hug," Warren grunted. And continued to edge away. Slowly. No sudden movements. Or was he supposed to play dead?

Or was playing dead for Mad Scientists? No. No, they tried to steal your brain if you did that. He should have paid closer attention to some of the more boring lecture classes back at Sky High.

"Hugs might help with the grumpiness," she announced. "I wonder how we could test that out?"

"Find someone," Warren said. Tersely. "Who isn't me." He was more terse, really. Very grumpy. "And hug them."

Re: Lecture [WS1]

the_merriest - 2008-07-11 05:58 (UTC) - Expand

peace_n_war - 2008-07-11 05:59 (UTC) - Expand

the_merriest - 2008-07-11 06:00 (UTC) - Expand

peace_n_war - 2008-07-11 06:01 (UTC) - Expand

the_merriest - 2008-07-11 06:11 (UTC) - Expand

peace_n_war - 2008-07-11 06:17 (UTC) - Expand

the_merriest - 2008-07-11 06:20 (UTC) - Expand

Helen looked over at him and sighed. "How's it going so far?"

Warren looked back at Helen and shrugged his shoulders a little.

"It's school. Just like I figured it was going to be. How are you adjusting?"

"I... kind of like it," she admitted glumly. "Well, the school part at least. Most of the people seem to be fools or liars."

"Lying fools," Warren snorted, and then nodded. "That doesn't surprise me at all. Have you been around town yet? I've been meaning to. Haven't gotten around to it."

"A little," she admitted, "mostly just stomping around trying to work off some of my annoyance. I suppose I should really go learn more about this place I'm stuk in."

"I'll probably head off looking for a restaurant to work at," Warren replied. "On the weekend, or after classes. We could wander around town together."

Helen thought about that. "We could," she said. "At least between us we could probably keep the fools away."

"You glare in one direction, I'll glare in the other, and nobody will dare come close," Warren agreed, smirking slightly. "If that fails, we kick someone. In the shin. That usually works."

He didn't usually kick people. Usually, he punched them. But kicking seemed to sound, at the moment, like it would get the point across more effectively.

She smiled at him. "Kicking sounds good. I don't believe I've ever tried that. I do have a ... rather unique way of getting people to leave me alone if I'm aggravated enough."

"Is that so?" Warren's curiosity was going to eat a hole though his brain if he didn't ask. So, of course, he asked. "Mind letting me in on the secret?"