Post by Ivan Alexeivich Bogatyryov on Jan 13, 2017 23:51:45 GMT -5
It's the little touch...
OCTOBER 10; LATE NIGHT
When Ivan first found the phone, he hadn't thought much of it. People lost their shit all the time. He thought about maybe pawning it off, or using it for target practice. Both good options. But before he did that he figured he'd at least see whose property he was destroying.
Upon looking in the phone....well....
A malicious grin had spread across his lips.
Like many people he knew, Ivan enjoyed ruining people's lives. He, however, didn't look for any acknowledgements. He didn't need people to know he was behind anything, rather he enjoyed sitting back and watching the dominoes fall. As he looked at the phone he chuckled. The dominoes were definitely going to fall. Scatter even.
Pocketing the object, he had gone back to the Ophiuchus commons room and to Penelope's room. There was a dilemma weighing on his mind. His conscience was eating at him and he didn't know if he could handle it.
When he printed off the pictures of the oh so straight Joram Mortelle making out with various males (Frankly, Ivan didn't care if it was real or not), should he choose color or black and white?
Dilemmas.
Penelope, of course, had the perfect solution. Black and white because it made them that much more dramatic.
And that bought them to the hallways of their beloved school. It was well past curfew as he looked over at her before handing her her half.
"Don't forget to use the spell so they can't come down, zoloste." A smirk curved over his lips as he leaned over and kissed her.
When Ivan first found the phone, he hadn't thought much of it. People lost their shit all the time. He thought about maybe pawning it off, or using it for target practice. Both good options. But before he did that he figured he'd at least see whose property he was destroying.
Upon looking in the phone....well....
A malicious grin had spread across his lips.
Like many people he knew, Ivan enjoyed ruining people's lives. He, however, didn't look for any acknowledgements. He didn't need people to know he was behind anything, rather he enjoyed sitting back and watching the dominoes fall. As he looked at the phone he chuckled. The dominoes were definitely going to fall. Scatter even.
Pocketing the object, he had gone back to the Ophiuchus commons room and to Penelope's room. There was a dilemma weighing on his mind. His conscience was eating at him and he didn't know if he could handle it.
When he printed off the pictures of the oh so straight Joram Mortelle making out with various males (Frankly, Ivan didn't care if it was real or not), should he choose color or black and white?
Dilemmas.
Penelope, of course, had the perfect solution. Black and white because it made them that much more dramatic.
And that bought them to the hallways of their beloved school. It was well past curfew as he looked over at her before handing her her half.
"Don't forget to use the spell so they can't come down, zoloste." A smirk curved over his lips as he leaned over and kissed her.
