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gooseberryhigh2018-01-02 06:44 pm
stclair) wrote in gooseberryhigh2018-01-02 06:44 pm
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WHO: Micah St. Clair & OPEN Reece Downing
WHAT: Micah sees something suspicious.
WHEN: Friday, January 5. Evening.
WHERE: Near the Ornery Oak, between Quail Trail and Bear Trail.
The Ornery Oak is one of Micah's favourite places on campus, especially in the evening when it's late enough for the Oak to be asleep. Not that watching the Oak pelt people with acorns isn't its own kind of delightful, but he likes watching the ribbons swaying in the nighttime breeze, or to look up at how those massive branches spread across the sky like they're trying to engulf the stars.
He's sitting under the Oak with his camcorder in hand (set to nightvision mode), panning it around him at random, when he spots a figure standing in the shadows of the trees. He's wearing a white mask. Micah's winged mask, from the Masquerade, and—his suit—
"Hey!" Micah scrambles to his feet. "Hey! Hey! Stop!" When Micah grabs his bag and runs for him, the boy runs too, alarmingly quick. (It is a boy, isn't it, he's not that tall—) "Come back!"
Without a second thought, Micah dashes straight into the forest, without a trail to mark his way back.
WHAT: Micah sees something suspicious.
WHEN: Friday, January 5. Evening.
WHERE: Near the Ornery Oak, between Quail Trail and Bear Trail.
The Ornery Oak is one of Micah's favourite places on campus, especially in the evening when it's late enough for the Oak to be asleep. Not that watching the Oak pelt people with acorns isn't its own kind of delightful, but he likes watching the ribbons swaying in the nighttime breeze, or to look up at how those massive branches spread across the sky like they're trying to engulf the stars.
He's sitting under the Oak with his camcorder in hand (set to nightvision mode), panning it around him at random, when he spots a figure standing in the shadows of the trees. He's wearing a white mask. Micah's winged mask, from the Masquerade, and—his suit—
"Hey!" Micah scrambles to his feet. "Hey! Hey! Stop!" When Micah grabs his bag and runs for him, the boy runs too, alarmingly quick. (It is a boy, isn't it, he's not that tall—) "Come back!"
Without a second thought, Micah dashes straight into the forest, without a trail to mark his way back.