The misty light of day found Steerpike, humiliated, aching, and miserable, in the middle of Washington, DC. As he stared up at the capital building, a slow smile began to grow on his face ( Read more... )

Steerpike was getting good at this. Really, the locks in this school were extraordinarily inadequate. He slipped into the room, and this time, he pulled out a knife ( Read more... )

So far, everything Steerpike had done had been a grand success. He was riding high on his own evilness. Which might explain why he, dressed in those damned blacks, was breaking into Mac's room with a grocery bag full of raw cuts of beef ( Read more... )

Back in his blacks, Steerpike slipped into the garage and looked over the various vehicles there. He had no idea how the swoop bikes or other things worked, but he had managed to find information on a motorcycle engine. So he went over to the first one of those he found (the one belonging to John Connor), and bent down to do some . . . ( Read more... )

Breaking and entering was beginning to become a habit. But it had worked so smoothly the first time ( Read more... )

A few hours after sunset, Steerpike made his way quickly and quietly out to the preserve where he'd left Nadia. He stepped up to the hole and peered down, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust enough to see her.

( I thought I'd bring you some reading material )

The best way to create chaos, Steerpike felt, was to attack at random. Which is how he found himself, dressed head to toe in varying shades of black, his face covered even over the mask, outside the door to room 512. He didn't even know the girls who lived there, beyond occasionally seeing them in classes and in the hallways ( Read more... )

A figure dressed entirely in black, head to toe, made its way to the Principal's tower in the pre-dawn hour, carrying a can and a length of twisted cloth. It emptied the contents of the can along the length of cloth and around the base of the tower, then laid the cloth in a fuse some distance away ( Read more... )

Steerpike was looking over his plans, making sure that it looked like everything was in order and trying to work out a good day for him to put them into action.

Soon, that was all he knew. Very, very soon.

[ooc: for them what knows who they are, NFB, please!]

I'll keep this light and short. All you really need to know about Steerpike is:

He is an asshole.

( If you need more detail than that, look over here )