[phone a; no filters]

So, thanks a lot for dragging me out into the snow on your ridiculous snow day and everything. I'm glad I had the opportunity to go out there and catch a cold from somewhere or someone or something. Because I obviously needed a real and legitimate reason to skip school for once. It's just wonderful, really.

[Every single ( Read more... )

[phone; call near midnight]Sounds like I'm late to the panic. Are we done yet? No? Okay, listen up, DA in particular, though everyone is certainly welcome to pay attention. We don't know what's going to happen, but if it gets too dangerous to remain scattered, our first fallback point is the high school. It's in a central location. Everyone can get ( Read more... )

[action; all over town]

[It isn't every day you open your door to a big, green horse-like... thing. Today, however, is one of those days for Caesar. This immediately makes it a bad day, considering he's never actually owned one of these before. He may have tolerated one during his travels in the Grasslands, but come on, a horse? Really?Okay. You ( Read more... )

[action; for school and 847 Goldberg Street]

[Well, it seems like someone's out of their usual moody slump today. Caesar is going about his business happily and smiling the entire time. He's actually at school, SCHOOL, on time, even paying attention, taking notes. He's not even using lunch as an excuse to nap. It's kind of unsettling ( Read more... )

[On one hand, the bottle of milk didn't kill him... this time. Yet on the other, he didn't appreciate the town's ridiculous humor in what it did do to him. This was going to be a dumb question, but he had to make sure it was just Mayfield messing with him, so his next stop, after a few minutes of staring outside, was the phone.]

[phone; no filters ( Read more... )

[Phone]

Tch. All I got for my birthday was communists. How's that for a disappointing truth?

Anyway... To anyone who knew Hugo, he's gone. I ransacked his house for his stuff while the rest of you were too busy shouting about driveways or werewolves to make sure. He's not coming back.

That's all.

[He won't be answering the phone again. Sticking ( Read more... )

[ phone; filtered to 'the gang'... whatever and whoever the heck Caesar Malfoy's friends are in lovely Dronefield. More than likely around high school age, it could really be anyone. ]Guys, I've found where we're watching the fireworks from this year. Hope none of you are afraid of heights ( Read more... )

[Caesar thought he'd have no trouble holding out against the second letter's effects. At least, he figured what he was seeing was due to the letter. They hadn't started until he had opened the blasted thing. Knowing that hasn't made it any better. A day of looking at all the other people around him and seeing them sprawled dead on the ground for a ( Read more... )

a. [Action: Outside 847 Goldberg Street]

[Weapons aren't really his thing, but when someone hands you a shiny new toy like a sword, can he really resist giving it a few swings before handing it over? Actually, yes. Caesar certainly could have resisted doing just that. He just didn't feel like it at the time ( Read more... )

a. [Action: 847 Goldberg Street]

[The first indication Caesar has that something might be wrong is how he's up at the crack of dawn. That in itself may be a rare event, but not impossible. It's the part where he's downstairs in the kitchen, getting coffee made and cooking breakfast without being badgered into it at the crack of dawn. That's what ( Read more... )