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Will you be my muse? (Benny)
« Jun 26, 2009 23:48:58 GMT -6 » 		Quote
"Now what would be an awesome phrase?"

Bishop fiddled with the small square of facial hair beneath his lip as he looked at the brick canvas that stood before him. Henry Knox military academy was a well guarded institution, but this small portion of the school's outer wall escaped all the digital and human security parameters the school's staff had taken to ensure the surveillance of the building. How did Bishop know this? One whole day of scouting, day and night, was what the Iranian needed to locate the window of opportunity that was offered to him to incite some disorder into the Collective's populace. During the hour that followed the end of class, this place was left deserted for reasons that Bishop didn't mind trying to explain - he was too focused on the task at hand to distract himself on the details.

Now standing in front of the wall, a canister of blue spray paint in his left hand, the Iranian troublemaker moaned as uncertainty clouded his mind. It was hard for him to believe that he would be in such a situation. He had spent twenty-four hours observing the building, yet he didn't even take a second during all that time to think about an appropriate message to spray on the wall. Writer's block was a bitch, no matter what its form. Approaching the hard surface, he hit his head against it, cursing himself for falling into such an easily preventable predicament. He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, looking at the time. Forty minutes remained. The white haired man was in desperate need of a muse.

And that's when said muse appeared under the form of a young lady with burgundy hair. A smile found its way on Mir's lips. Oblivious to the identity of the woman, the man threw a question in her direction, without a thought for the possible consequences.

"Hey, do you have any complaints you want to express about how things are run over here?"

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« Jun 27, 2009 1:08:59 GMT -6 » 		Quote
She scouted the school and did the usual. Students at Henry Knox Academy never seemed to learn their lessons. She always caught the same students making the same mistakes at the same time. As soon as the last bell rang, she made her way to a certain part of the school. Although the academy was heavily guarded night and day, there was a spot of wall that escaped notice. Every year, at least one or two students would find the weak spot and use the place to smoke or cause trouble. However, Benny was unaware of that particular weakness.

There was a sophomore who discovered the spot in his freshman year, and usually spent a couple of hours smoking and chatting on his phone, which was against Henry Knox rules. Two weeks ago, Benny discovered him and had been threatening to tell on the boy. However, no one ever seemed to take a pink-haired chick seriously.

Expecting to see the smoker, Benny was surprised to find a middle eastern guy. What was more surprising was that he wore no uniform and looked too old to pass as a high school student. She wondered if he was a teacher.

His question was unexpected; she spent at least five seconds coming up with a safe answer. Assuming that he was a staff member, she straightened up and gave her answer in a clear voice.

"No sir!"

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« Jun 27, 2009 13:29:18 GMT -6 » 		Quote
Silence, five unnerving seconds of it, took over before the young girl spoke. A negative answer. Bishop half-pouted when the response hit his ear, but a serene smile replaced it immediately after. This was certainly an unexpected turn of events. The girl's use of the suffix 'sir' was a clear indication that she suspected him being part of the school staff. The assumption was wrong, but that did not meant that Mir wasn't going to take advantage of it. On the contrary, the Iranian had just found a golden opportunity to spread his opportunity. But before he would do so, he had to make sure that this little mouse walked into his trap. The man put the can on the ground then took a step toward the girl, making sure that his body hid his little weapon of mass vandalism from the girl's view, then spoke up with a no-nonsense tone.

"State your name and grade, student."

Despite the sudden change in tone, Mir made sure to stand in a relatively relaxed demeanor, letting the girl know that he wasn't the type of instructor that was too focused on discipline and theory, preferring to use a more pragmatic approach when it came to education. Once the girl would identify herself, he'd quickly follow up with the most easily acceptable order there was in the military.

"Now then, at ease."

Only to throw in another question a second later, a knowing smile on his lips. He was testing this girl.

"So you're telling me that this Academy is perfect?"

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