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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.
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And then somebody laughs, like they just heard a bad joke. It's the laugh of someone who saw another person fall down a short flight of stairs. Except it sounds exactly like Zachary Zheng, who's never laughed like that in his life. Anon freezes, and then turns to face the laughter. The silhouette of the entity standing in front of the boys grows, and becomes more incomprehensible. They know in their hearts it must have taken effort for him to appear so small, and so human. He growls like a dog (or a wolf?) as he stares out into the darkness behind him. It rumbles in their chests, both terrifying and comforting. Dangerous not towards them, but for them.
Go home. They're repulsed by the forest. Go sleep. They're tired. You're safe. They're reassured..? Regardless, they know it's time to leave.