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fandomhigh2014-09-03 11:35 am
suitably_heroic) wrote in fandomhigh2014-09-03 11:35 am
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How To Get By In A Hostile World, Wednesday
Atton, in a stunning display of forethought, had left his jacket at home figuring it would just get in the way of any fast movements, in case the island decided to dump water on him again.
As it turned out, it did; it had taken a series of well-timed flips, dashes and jumps to make it to the school unscathed, but space, he'd made it. Score one for Rand, zero for the island.
Then he found out in the hallway that the water wasn't actually limited to outdoors - which would explain why his arrival in the Danger Shop was punctuated by his feet hitting the ground after a particularly acrobatic leap-- only for another blast of water to drop down out of the sky and hit him straight on.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS--"
Cover your ears, kids.
Once he was done cursing in Twi'lekki (and cursing the fact he'd decided to wear a white tunic this morning nothing good ever comes of white clothing) he turned to the class. "Not one word," he snapped. "Actually, you know what, let's skip the lecture. Today is the second part of introductions - how well do you roll with the punches?"
He jabbed his finger towards two doors. "Left side, regular day. Right side, flight sim. Pick one. Deal."
As it turned out, it did; it had taken a series of well-timed flips, dashes and jumps to make it to the school unscathed, but space, he'd made it. Score one for Rand, zero for the island.
Then he found out in the hallway that the water wasn't actually limited to outdoors - which would explain why his arrival in the Danger Shop was punctuated by his feet hitting the ground after a particularly acrobatic leap-- only for another blast of water to drop down out of the sky and hit him straight on.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS--"
Cover your ears, kids.
Once he was done cursing in Twi'lekki (and cursing the fact he'd decided to wear a white tunic this morning nothing good ever comes of white clothing) he turned to the class. "Not one word," he snapped. "Actually, you know what, let's skip the lecture. Today is the second part of introductions - how well do you roll with the punches?"
He jabbed his finger towards two doors. "Left side, regular day. Right side, flight sim. Pick one. Deal."
Re: Rolling With The Punches! - Door A
Okay. So, this wasn't going to be anything new. Fucking awesome. And when his wallet took off without him, the first thing Sparkle did was give chase. Trust him, asshole sim guy, he'd been running from people he'd pickpocketed a lot longer than you. Of course, Sparkle was still shitty at picking his fights, and sure, the pickpocket put up a good one, but it went unresolved and both of them had to scatter anyhow once the cops finally decided to give a shit.
Picking pockets was one thing. Openly brawling was another.
Well, that didn't work. Sparkle hid out at the top of a fire escape until the cops lost interest, and then he shrugged it off. That had been his five fucking bucks, and he could have made it go far, but it wasn't like he hadn't lived on the streets with nothing at all, before.
Whatever he couldn't panhandle for, he'd shoplift. Or break into some rich asshole's house and take right out of their cupboards.