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daybreakacademy2020-08-31 07:20 pm
awooligan) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-08-31 07:20 pm
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better to beg forgiveness, bad dog.
Who: Cliff and open, outside of one prompt.
What: Secret werewolf newbie getting ready for secret times and secret crimes.
When: The days around the full moon (Sept 2nd), night of Sept 5th for closed prompt.
Warnings: Profanity, mentions of underage smoking and drinking, inexpertly devised heists.
[ W A X I N G . ]
[The full moon’s coming, and while there’s the mounting anxiety of not being sure what he’s all going to do even under the care of people that knew how to deal with this shit, it’s also always a time where Cliff could feel his heart race with the need to go, do, see. He’s taken to walking briskly or jogging about campus during the day when he wasn't in class, barely holding back from a run, so that he can get a better idea of where things were or what different smells meant. It would be important to have these things in mind when he was able to meet up with Coco for their secret mission. Excited as he is for it, it would have to wait a few more days…
In the meantime, he can practice sneaking out through his window rather than risking alerting someone down the hall as he went by, or scaling the walls of the dorms. Definitely tougher than the siding back home, and his fingertips were going to get calloused, but it was infinitely more fun. Especially with this restlessness.
Clifford sits at the edge of the roof a lot, too, eyes scanning the night sky and lighting up as the moon -- almost full, almost dangerous -- hit them. Almost literally! His usual golden light brown eyes reflect back with an eerie glow like the beast he would be forced to turn into soon. Times like these, it was hard to mind too much or to keep to his human form.
Being a wolf racing through the forest, energized and unburdened, is something on his mind more and more. Schoolwork was increasingly hard to focus on, even as he slouched elaborately in chairs around the dorm, library, and cafeteria, curled around his studies. Same sentences over and over until he gives up and drapes open books -- usually about the Outlands, curses, or various once-mythic races -- over his face with a loud groan.]
This shit is impossible. Man, I need a smoke…
[Missing them wasn't exactly helping with how much tension he had. He thinks about asking any adult that wanders too close, but in the end if a faculty member approaches, Cliff will sit up again with a nervous,] Uh.
[Maybe it's about his underage smoking, but...whatever he was reluctant to bring up seems to be a bit more pressing.]
[ W A N I N G . ]
[Comparatively, the days following the full moon have Cliff in a stupor. He falls asleep more often than not for brief periods during his earlier classes, and when he rubs the weariness from his eyes he's scrambling to ask for notes to figure out what the hell he missed. It wasn't just for his sake that he picked the classes he did, after all, so even if he didn't have his stepdad peering at his grades as an excuse to get on his case, he wanted to try. Unfortunately, this meant bringing some attention to himself by hurrying to catch classmates before they disappeared into the sea of students.]
Oh, hey. Listen, I didn't get what that was about, can I see what you wrote?
[ W I N D O W P A N I N G - closed to relevant parties. ]
[Finally, it feels like it's time to act. He doesn't have to worry about getting too worked up and transforming, he’s not exhausted as fuck, and he’s itching to help Coco get to the bottom of things so he can see more of her smiles and make it so she doesn't have to cry anymore. The office visits he'd made as part of getting settled into a new school were used as wisely as he could. It wasn't going to be easy by any means with how much he still didn't know, but he's as ready as he can be without making her wait on him -- and she should have the information on the infirmary that they’d need for that part of it.
His explorations have given him another perk: he knows where to find her. Thanks to her talking about her hawk not-roommate, Cliff’s been able to keep an eye on the bird that comes and goes by window from the Aube dorms. Convenient that it was open, even if it wasn't convenient that it was a third floor room. He grunts softly as he pulls himself up to the ledge, grateful for the practice he'd decided to do. He peeks first, light glaring off his eyes and making it easy to inspect the room even if it’s dark. It would be real bad if some rando were in here, or if he came at a...uh, bad time.]
Hey! [His voice is a harsh whisper, but there's an excited current underneath it, too. Crimes! Crimes! Crimes!!] Coco?
[or rather, the bird dude that could direct him to Coco, for the time being, but he hasn't realized that yet. He comes in before he can get an answer though, it isn't good for his hands to just be hanging on for long like this.]
What: Secret werewolf newbie getting ready for secret times and secret crimes.
When: The days around the full moon (Sept 2nd), night of Sept 5th for closed prompt.
Warnings: Profanity, mentions of underage smoking and drinking, inexpertly devised heists.
[ W A X I N G . ]
[The full moon’s coming, and while there’s the mounting anxiety of not being sure what he’s all going to do even under the care of people that knew how to deal with this shit, it’s also always a time where Cliff could feel his heart race with the need to go, do, see. He’s taken to walking briskly or jogging about campus during the day when he wasn't in class, barely holding back from a run, so that he can get a better idea of where things were or what different smells meant. It would be important to have these things in mind when he was able to meet up with Coco for their secret mission. Excited as he is for it, it would have to wait a few more days…
In the meantime, he can practice sneaking out through his window rather than risking alerting someone down the hall as he went by, or scaling the walls of the dorms. Definitely tougher than the siding back home, and his fingertips were going to get calloused, but it was infinitely more fun. Especially with this restlessness.
Clifford sits at the edge of the roof a lot, too, eyes scanning the night sky and lighting up as the moon -- almost full, almost dangerous -- hit them. Almost literally! His usual golden light brown eyes reflect back with an eerie glow like the beast he would be forced to turn into soon. Times like these, it was hard to mind too much or to keep to his human form.
Being a wolf racing through the forest, energized and unburdened, is something on his mind more and more. Schoolwork was increasingly hard to focus on, even as he slouched elaborately in chairs around the dorm, library, and cafeteria, curled around his studies. Same sentences over and over until he gives up and drapes open books -- usually about the Outlands, curses, or various once-mythic races -- over his face with a loud groan.]
This shit is impossible. Man, I need a smoke…
[Missing them wasn't exactly helping with how much tension he had. He thinks about asking any adult that wanders too close, but in the end if a faculty member approaches, Cliff will sit up again with a nervous,] Uh.
[Maybe it's about his underage smoking, but...whatever he was reluctant to bring up seems to be a bit more pressing.]
[ W A N I N G . ]
[Comparatively, the days following the full moon have Cliff in a stupor. He falls asleep more often than not for brief periods during his earlier classes, and when he rubs the weariness from his eyes he's scrambling to ask for notes to figure out what the hell he missed. It wasn't just for his sake that he picked the classes he did, after all, so even if he didn't have his stepdad peering at his grades as an excuse to get on his case, he wanted to try. Unfortunately, this meant bringing some attention to himself by hurrying to catch classmates before they disappeared into the sea of students.]
Oh, hey. Listen, I didn't get what that was about, can I see what you wrote?
[ W I N D O W P A N I N G - closed to relevant parties. ]
[Finally, it feels like it's time to act. He doesn't have to worry about getting too worked up and transforming, he’s not exhausted as fuck, and he’s itching to help Coco get to the bottom of things so he can see more of her smiles and make it so she doesn't have to cry anymore. The office visits he'd made as part of getting settled into a new school were used as wisely as he could. It wasn't going to be easy by any means with how much he still didn't know, but he's as ready as he can be without making her wait on him -- and she should have the information on the infirmary that they’d need for that part of it.
His explorations have given him another perk: he knows where to find her. Thanks to her talking about her hawk not-roommate, Cliff’s been able to keep an eye on the bird that comes and goes by window from the Aube dorms. Convenient that it was open, even if it wasn't convenient that it was a third floor room. He grunts softly as he pulls himself up to the ledge, grateful for the practice he'd decided to do. He peeks first, light glaring off his eyes and making it easy to inspect the room even if it’s dark. It would be real bad if some rando were in here, or if he came at a...uh, bad time.]
Hey! [His voice is a harsh whisper, but there's an excited current underneath it, too. Crimes! Crimes! Crimes!!] Coco?
[or rather, the bird dude that could direct him to Coco, for the time being, but he hasn't realized that yet. He comes in before he can get an answer though, it isn't good for his hands to just be hanging on for long like this.]