School Hallways, VERY late Friday
Nine bombs had been planted in the offices of nine teachers. The tenth -- to make it a dirty dozen -- was still in his backpack, its weight making a bulge.
Tyler whistled as he bounced it against his back and considered where it might go. Maybe Aly should get a second one, for providing such helpful guidance on Tuesday. He knew these would work.
He glanced down the hall, making sure he was still alone. Trying to get some studying done, Cameron had realised that he left one of his books in his locker. After some internal debating on whether or not to leave it until the next day, he decided that he wouldn't mind stretching his legs and headed down the school. He wasn't really paying much attention to things around him, just enjoying the quietness that was so rare in Fandom.
Tyler noticed Cameron coming down the hall and quickly tried to look innocent, though he couldn't hide his smirk. "Stickbug Cam," he greeted. "You're out late."
"Not later than you are," Cameron replied, trying to look like Tyler hadn't startled him. "Yo, man. Forgot something too?"
"Nah," Tyler said. "Just trying to get my thoughts together. Some things just can't be done in daylight, you know?"
"Usually that's stuff you don't want anyone else to see," Cameron joked.
Tyler raised a jaunty eyebrow. "Why would I do anything like that?" he said, oozing faux innocence. "I'm a kitten."
"Uh huh," Cameron said sceptically. Their discussion seemed to be in jest, but for some reason Tyler's tone was unsettling and for the first time Cameron noticed Tyler's backpack. "Is there a stickbug prank I'm missing out on?"
"The brotherhood would never exclude you," Tyler said, starting to get irritated. He thought he had planned this so well. "So ... catch you later?"
The words were right, but the tone wasn't and Cameron hesitated. "You want to wait a sec so I can grab my stuff?" he motioned towards his locker. "We can head back together. We haven't talked in a while."
Tyler shifted his feet. He could stay cool, he could, but this would be much easier if Cam just let him go. "Nah, you don't wanna wait for me," he said. "I need to drop something by the office before I head home. I'll catch up with you tomorrow."
If that wasn't enough, things would have to get much less pleasant. Tyler wasn't sure if he wanted that or not.
Cameron frowned, unconsciously looking at the bag again. "It's pretty late, I don't think the office is going to be open."
God, would he shut up and go away? Apparently not.
"Maybe. But come on," Tyler said, and started walking. "There's something you need to see down this way."
Cameron hesitated for a second before he followed Tyler. "Are you okay, man?" he asked.
"Better than I've been in months," Tyler said, turning.
Hopefully faster than Cam could react, he reached out to pin Cam by the throat to the wall of lockers, just outside the men's room. "I have big plans that do not involve nosy little Boy Scouts," he gritted out. "Now, do you want to let me get on with them and go back to your dorm room, or do you want that pretty face smeared all over the school floors?"
Cameron gasped for breath, unable to reply and quite possibly wondering what was up with his friends lately. He grabbed Tyler's arm and shoved hard at his shoulder, his hand accidently coming to rest on the strap of Tyler's backpack.
Tyler shifted to keep his balance and the bag tumbled to the floor, the weight of the bomb ripping the fabric and forcing it out.
"Oops," Tyler said as his eyes went to it, not sounding the least bit guilty. "Well. I'd probably get expelled if I killed you, and I certainly wouldn't want that." He rattled Cam's head back against the wall. "Would you?"
"Go to hell," Cameron growled, realising just how serious this was. He struggled against Tyler's grip and blindly tried to hit him in the ribs as hard as he could.
The blow hit, but it only seemed to energize Tyler. "Not very smart, Mitchell," he said softly.
Keeping Cameron pinned, he hit him hard right under the chin, hoping to knock him out.
There was no room to block or duck the blow and everything around Cameron went bright before it all faded into blackness and Cameron fell to the ground.
"Boom," Tyler half-whispered, a satisfied smile creeping across his face.
He hooked his arms around Cameron and dragged him into the men's room, propping a trash can against the stall door. It wouldn't hold him forever, but it was the best he could do.
He yanked a wire, disabling the last bomb, and left it sitting on the floor near Cam. Might as well leave a little present for his troubles.
Grinning, Tyler headed up to his dorm room. The explosions would go off by noon the next day; he might be long gone by then.
[OOC: Follows this post. Preplayed with cameronmitchell. NFB and no interaction possible.]
Tyler whistled as he bounced it against his back and considered where it might go. Maybe Aly should get a second one, for providing such helpful guidance on Tuesday. He knew these would work.
He glanced down the hall, making sure he was still alone. Trying to get some studying done, Cameron had realised that he left one of his books in his locker. After some internal debating on whether or not to leave it until the next day, he decided that he wouldn't mind stretching his legs and headed down the school. He wasn't really paying much attention to things around him, just enjoying the quietness that was so rare in Fandom.
Tyler noticed Cameron coming down the hall and quickly tried to look innocent, though he couldn't hide his smirk. "Stickbug Cam," he greeted. "You're out late."
"Not later than you are," Cameron replied, trying to look like Tyler hadn't startled him. "Yo, man. Forgot something too?"
"Nah," Tyler said. "Just trying to get my thoughts together. Some things just can't be done in daylight, you know?"
"Usually that's stuff you don't want anyone else to see," Cameron joked.
Tyler raised a jaunty eyebrow. "Why would I do anything like that?" he said, oozing faux innocence. "I'm a kitten."
"Uh huh," Cameron said sceptically. Their discussion seemed to be in jest, but for some reason Tyler's tone was unsettling and for the first time Cameron noticed Tyler's backpack. "Is there a stickbug prank I'm missing out on?"
"The brotherhood would never exclude you," Tyler said, starting to get irritated. He thought he had planned this so well. "So ... catch you later?"
The words were right, but the tone wasn't and Cameron hesitated. "You want to wait a sec so I can grab my stuff?" he motioned towards his locker. "We can head back together. We haven't talked in a while."
Tyler shifted his feet. He could stay cool, he could, but this would be much easier if Cam just let him go. "Nah, you don't wanna wait for me," he said. "I need to drop something by the office before I head home. I'll catch up with you tomorrow."
If that wasn't enough, things would have to get much less pleasant. Tyler wasn't sure if he wanted that or not.
Cameron frowned, unconsciously looking at the bag again. "It's pretty late, I don't think the office is going to be open."
God, would he shut up and go away? Apparently not.
"Maybe. But come on," Tyler said, and started walking. "There's something you need to see down this way."
Cameron hesitated for a second before he followed Tyler. "Are you okay, man?" he asked.
"Better than I've been in months," Tyler said, turning.
Hopefully faster than Cam could react, he reached out to pin Cam by the throat to the wall of lockers, just outside the men's room. "I have big plans that do not involve nosy little Boy Scouts," he gritted out. "Now, do you want to let me get on with them and go back to your dorm room, or do you want that pretty face smeared all over the school floors?"
Cameron gasped for breath, unable to reply and quite possibly wondering what was up with his friends lately. He grabbed Tyler's arm and shoved hard at his shoulder, his hand accidently coming to rest on the strap of Tyler's backpack.
Tyler shifted to keep his balance and the bag tumbled to the floor, the weight of the bomb ripping the fabric and forcing it out.
"Oops," Tyler said as his eyes went to it, not sounding the least bit guilty. "Well. I'd probably get expelled if I killed you, and I certainly wouldn't want that." He rattled Cam's head back against the wall. "Would you?"
"Go to hell," Cameron growled, realising just how serious this was. He struggled against Tyler's grip and blindly tried to hit him in the ribs as hard as he could.
The blow hit, but it only seemed to energize Tyler. "Not very smart, Mitchell," he said softly.
Keeping Cameron pinned, he hit him hard right under the chin, hoping to knock him out.
There was no room to block or duck the blow and everything around Cameron went bright before it all faded into blackness and Cameron fell to the ground.
"Boom," Tyler half-whispered, a satisfied smile creeping across his face.
He hooked his arms around Cameron and dragged him into the men's room, propping a trash can against the stall door. It wouldn't hold him forever, but it was the best he could do.
He yanked a wire, disabling the last bomb, and left it sitting on the floor near Cam. Might as well leave a little present for his troubles.
Grinning, Tyler headed up to his dorm room. The explosions would go off by noon the next day; he might be long gone by then.
[OOC: Follows this post. Preplayed with cameronmitchell. NFB and no interaction possible.]