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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.
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.
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A grunt and an eyeroll probably showed just what he thought of that.
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"One of the rules from my last school," he replied. And then quirked an eyebrow. "Which... I am no... longer... enrolled at."
... Huh.
"Supposedly, it was to keep me from burning down all of Maxville."
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"And... were you likely to burn down all of Maxville?"
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And he had his reasons for that.
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"I'm fine," he replied. "Here's not the place to talk about it."
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Oh yeah. Class. They had that.
... He was going to have to look her up sometime soon, maybe.