A hugely important part of every new beginning was exploration. Thus, every corner of the school grounds was graced with Allen’s presence as he investigated all that Starlight Academy had to offer. A beautiful courtyard, the dormitories of course, and even a…ball room, for some reason? Well, if he ever wanted to appease his parents, he’d take up waltzing or another archaic dance form, that should convince them that he was doing alright. He walked through the hallways filled with classrooms that he would try to avoid as much as possible in the future.
And then, finally, the complete polar opposite of his natural habitat: The library. His shrill whistling disturbed the peace and quiet of the book zoo. Rhythmic steps bounced along on the beat of the tune. Followed by more sound, in the form of shushes. These people didn’t know what they wanted, breaking their own holy silence to complain! Besides, he was ever so carefully walking the edge of what was allowed, being audible, but not so loud that he couldn’t claim ignorance. But he did stop whistling, hoping that the annoyed nerds would turn their attention back to their dusty paper stacks.
Allen dropped his bag on the ground and zipped it open, digging through the mess until he found his weapon of choice. A big white cannister, with a red, claxon-like topper. And his trusty roll of duct tape. He started taping the airhorn horizontally to the wall on the side of the main entrance, such that opening the door should – according to his spit balling calculations – create a concert of noise. One more layer, for good measure, and boom, the trap was complete.
Allen quickly dashed away to the wall on the opposite side, leaning against it with a massive, leatherbound book in his hands. He flipped it open near the end and stared at and over the letters. Hehehe. And now, we wait. Wait, why was this book written in some sort of cuneiform or Chinese? Ohh, he was reading Australia style, no wonder. He heard a door handle being pressed down and scrambled to flip his huge bulky book 180 degrees to the legit side. Totally inconspicuous.
OOC: Library disturbances, open~
And then, finally, the complete polar opposite of his natural habitat: The library. His shrill whistling disturbed the peace and quiet of the book zoo. Rhythmic steps bounced along on the beat of the tune. Followed by more sound, in the form of shushes. These people didn’t know what they wanted, breaking their own holy silence to complain! Besides, he was ever so carefully walking the edge of what was allowed, being audible, but not so loud that he couldn’t claim ignorance. But he did stop whistling, hoping that the annoyed nerds would turn their attention back to their dusty paper stacks.
Allen dropped his bag on the ground and zipped it open, digging through the mess until he found his weapon of choice. A big white cannister, with a red, claxon-like topper. And his trusty roll of duct tape. He started taping the airhorn horizontally to the wall on the side of the main entrance, such that opening the door should – according to his spit balling calculations – create a concert of noise. One more layer, for good measure, and boom, the trap was complete.
Allen quickly dashed away to the wall on the opposite side, leaning against it with a massive, leatherbound book in his hands. He flipped it open near the end and stared at and over the letters. Hehehe. And now, we wait. Wait, why was this book written in some sort of cuneiform or Chinese? Ohh, he was reading Australia style, no wonder. He heard a door handle being pressed down and scrambled to flip his huge bulky book 180 degrees to the legit side. Totally inconspicuous.
OOC: Library disturbances, open~