Study Hall - Monday, September 19th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the study hall for Monday.

I spent yesterday in my tower room with a bottle of Captain Morgan and a carton of cigarettes and I haven't held a gun in twenty-four hours. Needless to say, I am not in the best of fuckin' moods, and the first student to try anything is getting detention. Hell, the first teacher to try anything with me may get detention.

*glares at students across the study hall teacher's desk, props her booted feet on the corner of the desk, and flashes a dirty look to everybody who walks past*

Your announcements for today:

-- As some of you who didn't already know may have found out this weekend, we do have werewolves on campus. The curfew is there for a reason, people. And on the nights of the full moon, you WILL be in your dorm rooms by the time the moon rises. No exceptions.

-- For anyone who may have missed it, homecoming's coming up soon. Also, fandomhitunes has arrived.

-- The door of locker 327 is stuck open and won't fucking shut. There's your warning.

-- The cafeteria will be serving any meal you ask for today on request, but please keep in mind that the cafeteria workers think someone poured a potion or something into one of the vats, and since they were pretty sure it wasn't hazardous, they went and started serving anyway. I really have to fire those fucking bastards sooner or later.

Jesus, I need a gun. *squirms*

Maybe if I just hold a water pistol, it'll take the edge off ...

Comments

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan walks in with a few jars of some unknown chemical and proceeds to try and remake the fear toxin that spilled yesterday*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Gives a nod of hello to Johnny.*

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Nods back, attempting to put in a bit too much of one of the chemicals, thus causing a slight reaction, spilling over the entire toxin* I give up *He collapses his head onto his desk*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus noticed the spillover. He gathered his things and stood up, coming over to Johnny's table. "Rough day in chem class? And tell me if I'm not supposed to touch that stuff. Lucky for me breathing isn't an issue."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*He looks up and welcomes Angelus* Nah, touching isn't a problem. It's not in a breathable form yet, so it's sadly not harmful yet. *He sighs dramatically*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"The creative muse is a bitch," Angelus said, sympathetically. He gave Jon's shoulder a comforting clasp.

He looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping, then leaned in. "Hey, did you get my message about our... special project?"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*He smirks, nodding* That it is, that it is.

*He nodded, whispering* Yeah. It sounds simply perfect. *He grins*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Wonderful," Angelus clasped his shoulder again. "And I can... trust you, right? To do your part like I asked? I know how much this particular project does appeal to your - " he nodded towards the spillover " - muse."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

But of course *He smirked* I'd do anything for you guys. *He glanced down at the spill* I'm glad my expertise will come in handy after all.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I know it would, Johnny," Angelus took him by both shoulders now, giving him a quick, masculine grasp of support before letting go. "Didn't I tell you I had a good feeling about you? We definitely couldn't pull this plan off if you weren't on the team."

He gave him a wink as he gathered his things to leave. "Don't let the muse get you down."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Well then I shall make sure I do everything I can to make it work. Wouldn't want to slip up so close to our goal. *He grins and watches Angelus gather his things* I'll try not. Take care.