Post by ffx2132 on Mar 22, 2006 18:30:07 GMT -5
OOC: This happens the day after the Rose and Kain house stuff...
Connavar walked with a sense of authority in the hallways, yet he was only walking back straight and eyes focused because he couldn't find his locker. The students eyed him with curiosity as their eyes lingered from Connavar's oddly colored eyes to his sword. A junior running in a hurry knocked into Connavar and the junior fell down with a thump. Connavar's eyes flared at the student sensing an attack. Connavar's muscles flexed with rage as he picked up the junior and threw him across the hall. "Don't ever touch me, fool," Connavar yelled as the junior flew through the air. Teachers began panicking and ran towards Connavar to stop him. Connavar simply ignored whatever threats they laid upon him and continued his search for his locker.
After ten minutes of casual search, he found his locker. "I found you," he said to himself triumphantly. He reached for his combination in his pocket. "Right 33 turns, left 12 full turns, then right again 5 times..." he mumbled. He did so, but his locker wouldn't open. "What the hell? I did what the parchment told me to!!" he shouted to his locker. He repeated the sequence, but still no luck. "My patience runs thin, fool," he said to it as if it were a person. "You have mocked my intelligence, now it time for you to die." Connavar slashed at his locker with his sword and ripped through the locker's door. With his might, he pulled the opening made by the blade and pulled off the itself. Frustration ran through Conn's veins as he saw his locker inevitably broken. He started punching the inside of his locker created large dents leaning into other lockers. "Piece of junk," he said to it. Connavar looked around for someone, but saw no one. So he stood next to his locker waiting for someone to come help his desperate case.
Connavar walked with a sense of authority in the hallways, yet he was only walking back straight and eyes focused because he couldn't find his locker. The students eyed him with curiosity as their eyes lingered from Connavar's oddly colored eyes to his sword. A junior running in a hurry knocked into Connavar and the junior fell down with a thump. Connavar's eyes flared at the student sensing an attack. Connavar's muscles flexed with rage as he picked up the junior and threw him across the hall. "Don't ever touch me, fool," Connavar yelled as the junior flew through the air. Teachers began panicking and ran towards Connavar to stop him. Connavar simply ignored whatever threats they laid upon him and continued his search for his locker.
After ten minutes of casual search, he found his locker. "I found you," he said to himself triumphantly. He reached for his combination in his pocket. "Right 33 turns, left 12 full turns, then right again 5 times..." he mumbled. He did so, but his locker wouldn't open. "What the hell? I did what the parchment told me to!!" he shouted to his locker. He repeated the sequence, but still no luck. "My patience runs thin, fool," he said to it as if it were a person. "You have mocked my intelligence, now it time for you to die." Connavar slashed at his locker with his sword and ripped through the locker's door. With his might, he pulled the opening made by the blade and pulled off the itself. Frustration ran through Conn's veins as he saw his locker inevitably broken. He started punching the inside of his locker created large dents leaning into other lockers. "Piece of junk," he said to it. Connavar looked around for someone, but saw no one. So he stood next to his locker waiting for someone to come help his desperate case.
