Post by jacob on Jun 25, 2007 12:52:05 GMT -8
Another day, another fight, right? Well, for once, Jacob was lucky enough to stay out of the action going on in the hallway. Two students bloodying each other up. As much as Jacob's addiction toward fighting was, today just wasn't one of those days where he felt like showing off how to throw a punch. Instead he was leaning against the lockers with a box of cigarettes in his right hand, staring it over with a keen interest glittering within his green eyes. He is holding a lighter with his left, flipping it on, then flipping it off, but nobody seemed to be noticed what he was doing. The fight was much, much more important than a student who looks as if he is about to take a nice puff in the hallway.
Soon enough, he pulls one of those white sticks out, letting it be held gently in between his index and middle finger. Both of his eyes stayed glared upon it, and then he lit it up with his lighter, letting a good fire get going on it before flicking it off into the trash can. Before long, the alarms went bursting off, the barrel of trash bursting into colorful flames. Jacob gave a smirk, slipping the lighter and the cigarettes back into his jean pockets, watching the students everywhere panic as they see the fire going on. Of course, by now Jacob was walking away, not wanting to get in the mix with flames, and soon the sprinklers went shooting off, drenching everyone.
It was a small sacrifice to pay for being able to accomplish this beautiful sense of chaos. What he really wondered though was how people were going to react to this little present he left to the school this time around. Would they get mad? Would they not care? Would they try to help, or let the small possibility of the fire spreading about? What about the sprinklers? Fire departments? Would they try to lock Jacob up? Many alternatives that Jacob was anticipating, but those were not up for him to decide. For now he would just be casually walking his way out, after all, everyone needed to evacuate the school for now, right?
Soon enough, he pulls one of those white sticks out, letting it be held gently in between his index and middle finger. Both of his eyes stayed glared upon it, and then he lit it up with his lighter, letting a good fire get going on it before flicking it off into the trash can. Before long, the alarms went bursting off, the barrel of trash bursting into colorful flames. Jacob gave a smirk, slipping the lighter and the cigarettes back into his jean pockets, watching the students everywhere panic as they see the fire going on. Of course, by now Jacob was walking away, not wanting to get in the mix with flames, and soon the sprinklers went shooting off, drenching everyone.
It was a small sacrifice to pay for being able to accomplish this beautiful sense of chaos. What he really wondered though was how people were going to react to this little present he left to the school this time around. Would they get mad? Would they not care? Would they try to help, or let the small possibility of the fire spreading about? What about the sprinklers? Fire departments? Would they try to lock Jacob up? Many alternatives that Jacob was anticipating, but those were not up for him to decide. For now he would just be casually walking his way out, after all, everyone needed to evacuate the school for now, right?