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 Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 10:46 pm
Sparrow Heartreed was goofing off.
This was an unusual occurrence for the reaper, who usually held himself very carefully and with an air of dignity to him (at least, as much as he could do so when attending the school he was). Not that he did not enjoy being silly every now and then; Jack knew he was as mischievous as the next person, his cheerful bantering and sly remarks evidence enough of that. However, it was rare that he let himself simply...relax, as most students did.
Which was why he was sitting cross-legged on the grounds of Amityville High School, dressed in a pair of neatly pressed sweatpants and a crisp grey teeshirt. The outfit alone was a truly outrageous stretch from his normal impeccable suit, but Sparrow was attempting (rather pathetically) to be less "stiff," as someone had informed him, and more "loose."
He did not really know what that meant, other than that he knew he talked in a much too old fashioned manner to be good for him. Not that he particularly cared; Sparrow was quite content with being who he was, regardless, but perhaps this approach would be more successful in his attempts at wooing.
A certain redhead came to mind, but he shoved those thoughts away, instead going back to the book he was reading, leaning comfortably back against the trunk of a tree.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 1:39 pm
You know what they said about nerds... All studies and no being-awesome turned you into a NERD. Caleb had quite cleverly come up with this phrase all by himself, thanks to creepily watching Sparrow read his book for a while. He'd claimed this tree as a good stalking vantage point, and was holding himself quite still so he wouldn't disturb any of the nearby branches or leaves. The last thing he needed would be to scare the nerd off before he even tried.
Of course, he was so awesome that he didn't need to try at anything, but he did so anyway so everyone else in the world wouldn't feel quite so bad.
The Barghest hooked his knees around the branch he was currently perched on, a too-wide grin spreading across his darkened features. This was going to be perfect. He'd swing out of the tree with a horrible, bloodthirsty howl and dangle right in front of the nerd's face so he could watch him run off crying.
It was foolproof. It was brilliant--right up to the point where Caleb threw himself from the tree and his legs slipped right off said branch. This meant he more or less smashed right on top of Sparrow's everything, wheezing with surprise and floundering around.
Brilliant. He'd totally meant to do that.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 2:02 pm
Completely and totally oblivious to the subtle rustling of branches of above his head, Sparrow was not aware in the slightest that there was someone watching him creepily. The book he was reading was not all that interesting, if he were to be quite honest with himself, but Sparrow's mind kept wandering back and forth, a slight frown tugging his lips downwards.
Which was why when, a split second later there was something monstrous flying towards him, Sparrow was not the slightest bit prepared.
"pdjfknlffffftttt - !
He caught a glimpse of red, a flash of black, and then -
BAM.
Something collided with his head. Then his stomach. And the rest of him.
"OW! OH HOLY JACK - !"
This was followed by a string of obscenities. Sparrow, ever the gentleman, was not usually one for swearing, but this seemed like a rather appropriate occasion.
He was now flat on his back, completely and utterly winded, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. Whatever had hit him was now lying across his chest, and it was heavy.
And, er...breathing?
"What...the...Jack..." Sparrow managed to splutter out, attempting to shove said thing off of him. "Get - off - !"
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 2:38 pm
The shoving earned a grunt, and Caleb couldn't help but instinctively snap at those hands. With a gnash of sharp teeth, he gracelessly rolled onto his side, red eyes widening with glee as he spotted the book that had been dropped in the resulting chaos. With a pounce, the Barghest snatched it up, flicking through the pages impatiently in search of some good blackmail material.
He got bored before too long, thankfully, and tossed the thing aside in order to better focus on the other.
"I could have killed you like, forty times already, dude." Caleb stretched nonchalantly, clearly the most badass badass to ever badass. "That's not gonna impress anyone. You'll be dead meat before too long, you know? Deader than dead. Undead."
Hah, he was so goddamn clever.
"Were you really reading? Really? There are people to scare, man! Ladies to howl at! Is this even making sense to you???"
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 10:05 am
He managed to at least snatch his fingers away from the snapping teeth just in time. There was a clicking sound, a little bit of grumbling, and then the weight that was piled unceremoniously on top of Sparrow disappeared as whatever - whoever - it was rolled off.
It took him a few moments of attempting to get air back into his lungs before Sparrow attempted to sit up again, propping himself up on his elbows to survey his "attacker:" a black skinned, red haired boil who was completely and utterly unfamiliar.
And he was holding Sparrow's book - for a moment, at least, before he threw it carelessly aside.
"If you could have killed me, then why didn't you?" Sparrow replied pleasantly, though he winced as he pushed himself further up, trying to figure out who he was talking to. "And what are you talking about..."
He trailed off, scrutinizing the boil for a moment through slightly narrowed eyes. Then he heaved himself fully upwards, brushing off the arms of his shirt and gave the other a meaningful glance.
"Are you saying you know how to impress, er...ladies?" Sparrow asked carefully, eying the black skinned boil.
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