Alcatraz scaled over the school’s steep tile* roof with ease, crouching low and running along quickly. He had avoided using the halls for travel as much as possible, an unfortunate incident a few years back involving an egg had permanently exiled him from walking about inside safely. It had taken weeks for the smell of rotten eggs to leave his heavy leather armor. An event he did not wish to repeat. So, out of personal choice, he stayed on the roof. He was heading in to the principle’s office to deliver a report, and was just about there when he passed the main tower* and spotted one of the students perched on the crest of the roof. He/she was staring off into the horizon and looked pensive. I wonder what he/she thinks he/she’s doing up here. Alcatraz muttered to himself…
*Not sure what the school actually looks like, so I did my best. Imagined it as Italian/Persian style with adobe/sandstone exterior and tile roofs. Towers, arches, etc. Please tell me if this is wrong. P.S. Please excuse the annoying little he/she thing: I wanted to leave it open.
No more countin' dollars... we'll be countin' stars.
Nikita and Howler both were put on high alert when Howler started howling and growling at something. "Who is there?" Nikita whispered quietly but loud enough to give anyone who heard a chill down their spine and to scare them half out of their wits. She was born for the job of an assassian, no matter what her parents thought. It didn't matter now what they thought anyway, she slit their throats five days before she came here.
May The Blood of my Enemies Flow Like Rivers to the Sea
I walked into the school, pushing my bleach blonde hair out of my face and poping my red lips. I got to my first class and took off my hoodie, alowing everyone to see me. I took out my knife and cut the lock to my bag and threw in on the floor, taking out a small pint of liquid and hung it on my belt. Then I sat down at a table.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Nikita ran to class silently and kept to the shadows. Finally she reached it and sat down next to some blonde ditz(Sorry Pixie2, I made Nikita a complete B.I.T.C.*).
May The Blood of my Enemies Flow Like Rivers to the Sea
As the students filed in, Professor Shepherd picked up an eraser, he erased an already white peice of paper. This action turned the pink eraser black, then it popped into a sword. Some students who were watching either widened their eyes, or furrowed their brows in confusion. Once everyone was seated, Professor Shepherd stood up, did a couple tricks with the sword before facing the class. He grinned at them. "So, straight to it, swordfighting. This can be for everyone, not just people with strong arms, it's for everyone with the will to suceed." He turned to the desk again and opened a drawer, when he pulled on the handle, a clanking sound came from inside. He grabbed a handfull of swords and turned to the class once more. "I would now like all the boys to come up here please." The boys stood and walked to the front of the class warily, uncertain. Professor Shepherd moved over to a closet behind the desk and opened it. Inside was packed with battle dummies. They had random slashes from past swords cutting through the fabric. Professor Shepherd wheeled them out and paired a battle dummy with each boy and handed them each a sword. A sword with a slightly rusty blade and a wooden handle. He looked at the boys who looked like they knew what they were going to do. He didn't care if they were nervous, they were here to learn. "Show me what you can do." He said.
Nikita laughed at the teacher's stupidity for showing how to activate the sword from the rubber. "HA! So you like party tricks? Here is one you may never forget." she said in a whisper that echoed around and scared even the teacher. There was a sudden flash of light and Howl had removed the shroud of shadows that he had created around Nikita. As the shadow dissappeared, Nikita used an incantation to change her dark clothes to full body armour and a 6 bladed sword. "No one has ever topped this and I highly doubt that someone will today!" Nikita delared. "She speaks the truth! I have seen it all and anyone who opposed her when she wears this, is destroyed and the remains of their bodies are scattered around the world with a simple incantation!" Howl cried in his eerie demonic voice. The two of them had shown this show over 5000 times since they met. They were the ultimate weapon.
May The Blood of my Enemies Flow Like Rivers to the Sea
Alcatraz had just chased the wayward student back inside when he passed the window leading to Mr. Sheppard's class. He glanced inside briefly and his jaw dropped. A whole other level of freak show was going on in there. A girl wearing huge armor was waving a ridiculously large sword around with a crazed look in her eye. Mr. Sheppard observed impassively. Alcatraz shook his head. I'm really starting to doubt his teaching methods. He murmured before continuing on to the principle's office. He adeptly swung inside through the open window and stood before the large, wooden desk. He noticed casually that the janitor was scrubbing what appeared to be liver off the floor. Alcatraz cleared his throat. "Permission to speak sir." he started. "I would like to request permission to hold a class off-campus." he stated. The Priniciple leaned back in his throne-like chair and folded his fingers into a tent. Alcatraz's left cheek twitched-an annoying habit left over from his youth. He waited patiently for the principle's answer.
No more countin' dollars... we'll be countin' stars.
I walked into Mr. Sheppard's class and observed a girl wearing full body armor and swinging a sword. "Excuse me Mr. Sheppard I am missing a few students one of which I believe is Miss Nikita here." I said calmly loud enough to be heard over the screams of horror from the frightened students. "Well maybe we want her to calm down first Roxxane." He replied just calmly.
"You are without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart
