Room 308, Wednesday Evening

Jul 25, 2012 19:30

Warren had gotten his class out of the way for the day, had gone for another long flight around the island (this time with no unexpected detours) to try to calm his nerves. And now he was finally, finally starting to wind down, after having done some serious damage with his wings to some unfortunate tree in the preserve. He'd needed to vent, and lashing out at the timber was definitely a better option than leaving deep gouges in the dorm room walls all over again.

He was still frustrated, of course. It was difficult not to be after one of those run-ins with Karla that he occasionally had. By all rights, he should have brought her in by now, should have dragged her to Detention personally.

Instead, he was reaching for his copy of The Art of War, and was attempting to throw himself completely into coming up with his lesson for next week's class.

When the enemy is close at hand and remains quiet, he is relying on the natural strength of his position. When he keeps aloof and tries to provoke a battle, he is anxious for the other side to advance.

Warren furrowed his brow at his book, and then sighed and set it down on his nightstand again. Not helping, Sun Tzu. Not helping.

[The door is cracked and the post is open to anyone who has any business in the dorms! - Thread with Raven goes NWS.]

people: raven, places: room 308, people: tony stark, people: tara maclay

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