Post by Oliver Smith on Feb 4, 2017 8:35:30 GMT
Flipping out the lights,
trying to survive this endless fight
trying to survive this endless fight
@robin , patience for Oliver's misguided rage dish.
orignally he was going to involve Juniper, but then it dawned on him. It would likely gain him the cowardice title, which would result in more attacks by various other bullies. As much as he knew his sister enjoyed breaking someone's nose, she couldn't break the entire school's nose. Besides that, this kid was a know-it-all nerd, he likely had a good ass kicking plenty before Oliver's arrival.
Instead, Oliver would get creative.
offering money to one of the 'information' brokers, he was able to get the guy's room number and schedule. Oliver worked to putting his revenge into action. Swiping the card and entering the bedroom, he took out a carton of milk and poured it into the corner of the room. The smell would begin to ferment within the next few weeks, making the bedroom sour and rancid. Once the last drop of milk was spilled, he put the carton back in his bag before heading to the dresser. Putting on a pair of surgical gloves, he opened a confectionery sugar box, before stuffing them underneath the clothes.
the kid would have an ant infestation quickly or he'd one day pull out his clothes only to dump the powdered sugar all over him.
shutting the drawer, before opening a few more before running across the pants drawer. Oliver took out the pants and put them on the bed, before sitting down and taking a thread and needle from his backpack. Slowly he began to sew at the seems, mending the pant legs together.
the first pair were done, which he tossed aside as he grabbed at the next. A small piece of paper had fallen from the pocket, which Oliver opened to read without a second thought. It looked like a simple schedule of some sort, generally a list of classes. What made Oliver's blood run cold was the fact the name, it wasn't the individual that was supposed to be attacked.
"no... no." Oliver mumbled softly as he got up, quickly scanning the room for other personal affects. Hoping to find a letter or something, but stopping at the sound of the door being swiped and beginning to open.
it revealed somebody that Oliver hadn't actually met, no less didn't deserve the wrath that Oliver was dumping on him.
Oliver stood speechless and almost dumbstruck, he was petrified. THIS was somebody else bedroom entirely, he bit his lip and let his eyes drop to the floor. Unable to look at what would likely be his attacker, he was ready to take the beating but damn did he feel weird.
Instead, Oliver would get creative.
offering money to one of the 'information' brokers, he was able to get the guy's room number and schedule. Oliver worked to putting his revenge into action. Swiping the card and entering the bedroom, he took out a carton of milk and poured it into the corner of the room. The smell would begin to ferment within the next few weeks, making the bedroom sour and rancid. Once the last drop of milk was spilled, he put the carton back in his bag before heading to the dresser. Putting on a pair of surgical gloves, he opened a confectionery sugar box, before stuffing them underneath the clothes.
the kid would have an ant infestation quickly or he'd one day pull out his clothes only to dump the powdered sugar all over him.
shutting the drawer, before opening a few more before running across the pants drawer. Oliver took out the pants and put them on the bed, before sitting down and taking a thread and needle from his backpack. Slowly he began to sew at the seems, mending the pant legs together.
the first pair were done, which he tossed aside as he grabbed at the next. A small piece of paper had fallen from the pocket, which Oliver opened to read without a second thought. It looked like a simple schedule of some sort, generally a list of classes. What made Oliver's blood run cold was the fact the name, it wasn't the individual that was supposed to be attacked.
"no... no." Oliver mumbled softly as he got up, quickly scanning the room for other personal affects. Hoping to find a letter or something, but stopping at the sound of the door being swiped and beginning to open.
it revealed somebody that Oliver hadn't actually met, no less didn't deserve the wrath that Oliver was dumping on him.
Oliver stood speechless and almost dumbstruck, he was petrified. THIS was somebody else bedroom entirely, he bit his lip and let his eyes drop to the floor. Unable to look at what would likely be his attacker, he was ready to take the beating but damn did he feel weird.
♥ Chou
