Connla, like all the other children in Mayfield, had to go to school, even if he didn't like it.  He was not exactly what one would call a model student; he was fidgety and full of energy and would rather be running around and playing than sitting behind a desk.  It also didn't help that he was irretrievably lost whenever the teacher told him to ( Read more... )

A.  Action/phone from 919 Bilko

Gilgamesh had invited Connla over for one purpose: to get drunk.

They had succeeded.

An undisclosed amount of alcohol later-- not that Connla would have been coherent enough to count all those bottles even if he had wanted to-- there one drunk boy and one pretending-to-be-drunk boy hanging around.  So, for all intents ( Read more... )

 [Connla was kind of bored.]

[When Connla was bored, he found some way to not be bored anymore.  Today, he decided to alleviate his boredom by picking up the phone, pressing some buttons and seeing what happened.]

[What happened, of course, is that someone picked up on the other end.]

Hello!

[He decided to say the first thing that came to his mind ( Read more... )

((feel free to come across him at any point in time))

A. action at 311 Miller

Connla had been out playing when he had seen a bush covered in purple flowers; they were pretty and sweet-smelling and he thought that they reminded him of not-really-but-sort-of big sister.  A few minutes later, he was running back into the house, his arms full of lilac ( Read more... )

 A.  (At 311 Miller Street)

When Connla woke up, it was not with a giant hole in his chest, as he had expected.  In fact, much to his surprise, there wasn't a mark on him-- not even the little scars from cuts and scrapes he'd gotten during his training with his mother and his aunt.  It was as though he had never been through any of it; as though it ( Read more... )