Post by ~Traptz~ on Oct 30, 2007 20:12:00 GMT -8
Day One
Jack Polanski was out for a stroll along the school grounds. He chose to neglect class and get a feel for the lay out of the grounds. On the first few days you can always use the golden; I got lost. He had used it many times. As he made his stroll he stopped for a few minutes to look at the football field. It was barren. It made him a little depressed, he had hoped to see at least a few people messing around with a football.
He continued on his stroll and came a across a clock tower. He looked up to the top of it. That would make a good place to seek quiet. He lit a cigarette and walked up to the door. There was a sign warning students not to enter. To hell with that. He tried the handle but found it locked. He had figured as much. With a school like this he wondered if the staff didn't carry around colts and glocks.
Jack walked a few meters back and forth. He kept looking around the grounds, waiting for it to be empty of students and staff... Or at least staff. Finally realizing it would take a while he tossed his smoke to the ground and crushed it under his toe. Taking his pack of smokes from his pocket he quickly counted them. Not enough. He'd have to buy more. He sat down against the tower wall and took out another smoke. He set it in his lips and watched everyone wander for a few minutes. Finally he lit his smoke and settled back for a long wait.
Jack Polanski was out for a stroll along the school grounds. He chose to neglect class and get a feel for the lay out of the grounds. On the first few days you can always use the golden; I got lost. He had used it many times. As he made his stroll he stopped for a few minutes to look at the football field. It was barren. It made him a little depressed, he had hoped to see at least a few people messing around with a football.
He continued on his stroll and came a across a clock tower. He looked up to the top of it. That would make a good place to seek quiet. He lit a cigarette and walked up to the door. There was a sign warning students not to enter. To hell with that. He tried the handle but found it locked. He had figured as much. With a school like this he wondered if the staff didn't carry around colts and glocks.
Jack walked a few meters back and forth. He kept looking around the grounds, waiting for it to be empty of students and staff... Or at least staff. Finally realizing it would take a while he tossed his smoke to the ground and crushed it under his toe. Taking his pack of smokes from his pocket he quickly counted them. Not enough. He'd have to buy more. He sat down against the tower wall and took out another smoke. He set it in his lips and watched everyone wander for a few minutes. Finally he lit his smoke and settled back for a long wait.
