Temptation. Hermes couldn't ignore it. It was a compulsion. It was an urge. He needed to explore, to break into things he shouldn't. He wanted to discover all the secrets of the school. Where would the place to cause the most trouble be? Well up in the administrative wing of coarse. His brain was hardwired for compulsion. Hermes' brain was always moving and always speeding forward with the next math problem, or function that guided him to do the strange things he did.
Most of the office doors were locked. That did not bother the skinny, white fellow. He wore only a white tshirt and tan skinny pants. A tattoo glinted from under his white shirt faintly. He had Vanz slipped on his feet, that silently moved across the ground. His eyes were snake formed, with only a slit. Green streaks were dyed through his hair, he looked like a typical thug, minus the eyes. Oh, and the fangs and forked tongue.
He could easily slip into these doors, the locks were no problem. No, Hermes wanted a better challenge than piclocks. He wanted...passwords. Hermes crept up to some important looking offices at the end of the hall. His stomach filled with glee as he found the door he came for. A simple passcode lock on a typical wooden door. He took a hand with unnatural sharped nails and his brain fired to work. The type of system, the wiring underneath, the way the numbers were placed. He knew hundreds of algorithms and numbers, and they were firing madly. In a flash and flurry of hands, he was punching codes in. There were three angry red buzzes of denial- and on the fourth the green light clicked on and the door unlocked. He had simply tried default codes, not hard for anyone really.
Once inside he hummed slightly, his empty eyes flicking around, and he hissed in an uncanny way. There were simply files and upon files here. Hermes was disappointed. He was looking forward to money, or gems, or something personal he could ransom. No instead he got file boxes. He frowned, his forked tongue flicking out of habit. Well, mine as well gather some information while he was here...
Most of the office doors were locked. That did not bother the skinny, white fellow. He wore only a white tshirt and tan skinny pants. A tattoo glinted from under his white shirt faintly. He had Vanz slipped on his feet, that silently moved across the ground. His eyes were snake formed, with only a slit. Green streaks were dyed through his hair, he looked like a typical thug, minus the eyes. Oh, and the fangs and forked tongue.
He could easily slip into these doors, the locks were no problem. No, Hermes wanted a better challenge than piclocks. He wanted...passwords. Hermes crept up to some important looking offices at the end of the hall. His stomach filled with glee as he found the door he came for. A simple passcode lock on a typical wooden door. He took a hand with unnatural sharped nails and his brain fired to work. The type of system, the wiring underneath, the way the numbers were placed. He knew hundreds of algorithms and numbers, and they were firing madly. In a flash and flurry of hands, he was punching codes in. There were three angry red buzzes of denial- and on the fourth the green light clicked on and the door unlocked. He had simply tried default codes, not hard for anyone really.
Once inside he hummed slightly, his empty eyes flicking around, and he hissed in an uncanny way. There were simply files and upon files here. Hermes was disappointed. He was looking forward to money, or gems, or something personal he could ransom. No instead he got file boxes. He frowned, his forked tongue flicking out of habit. Well, mine as well gather some information while he was here...