[thread;] we put a ban on poetry and growing things;
Who: Crawford & Schuldig
What: shooting some b-ball outside the school
When: RIGHT NOW!!1
Where: town somewhere
Rating: PG-13
Schuldig had almost been bored enough to continue with his kill-everyone-in-the-castle plan regardless of what Crawford thought about how possible it was, but the prospect of doing something in the city was enough--temporarily--to make him set it aside.
He got his gun and gloves automatically this time (although it occurred to him that the gloves weren't really necessary), and as he was pulling the door shut behind him he realized that he'd left a big, suspicious, slightly disorganized list of people and whatever abilities he knew they had lying on his desk, and anyone would be able to walk in and look at it, but nobody would, because nobody did that sort of thing in Paradisa, despite the fact that they could have easily gotten away with it. It was ridiculous.
"So what'd you have in mind, nothing?" he asked Crawford, not really expecting an interesting answer.
What: shooting some b-ball outside the school
When: RIGHT NOW!!1
Where: town somewhere
Rating: PG-13
Schuldig had almost been bored enough to continue with his kill-everyone-in-the-castle plan regardless of what Crawford thought about how possible it was, but the prospect of doing something in the city was enough--temporarily--to make him set it aside.
He got his gun and gloves automatically this time (although it occurred to him that the gloves weren't really necessary), and as he was pulling the door shut behind him he realized that he'd left a big, suspicious, slightly disorganized list of people and whatever abilities he knew they had lying on his desk, and anyone would be able to walk in and look at it, but nobody would, because nobody did that sort of thing in Paradisa, despite the fact that they could have easily gotten away with it. It was ridiculous.
"So what'd you have in mind, nothing?" he asked Crawford, not really expecting an interesting answer.