Various | Action | Closed

[worthyheir]

[Superboy | Dorm]

[Ever since Damian had returned to his room after running into Pennyworth, there has been a plate of ground rabbit meat on the floor for Dusan to eat at his leisure.  This undoubtedly is leading to the entire dorm smelling of raw meat.  The little white kitten is chomping away at his meal, while his owner is sitting at his desk trying to finish his stupid homework for the day.  It was a complete bore and totally beneath him, but it wasn't like there was an abundance of things to do instead.]

[Greece | Quad]

[If Damian was aware of the "no cats" policy at the Garden, he was blatantly disregarding it.  There weren't many places, short of the training center and the classrooms, he hadn't taken little Dusan the kitten since acquiring him from that random stranger.  Dusan could usually be found in Damian's hood or on his shoulder, but at the moment he was actually sitting in his lap, batting at the tassels of the boy's hoodie.  Damian had manipulated the little string around the hood to sit primarily on one side, and occasionally would slide the string back and forth for his cat's amusement.  There may even be the barest hints of a smile as he does it.]

02 | action, training room

[shotgunbunny.livejournal.com]

[Teaching is quite a pleasure. So many brilliant students who work hard to hone their skills, and yet some who prefer to crack jokes and laze about. Well, Fran doesn't like it, but then, she doesn't give much warning, when their grades go to them and they see that they need to make definite room for improvement.

She's found that all it takes to convince a few troublemakers to shape-up is to fit a bow with a thin-pointed, tough, arrow, and let them watch as it tore into set target after target. Easily impressed by danger, she's found.

For now, she's trying to think of what work she will assign for the next class. She doesn't want to continue running through training when she could introduce her students to slightly difficult, but flowing tactics. She will have to voice her thoughts with the headmaster...see if he has any suggestions.

...after she finishes hitting target after target with her bow and arrow in the training room.

KTHunk

KTHunk

kthUNK!

the arrows go.]

[ Action || Quad ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[All day long, Equius could be seen in his classes absently picking at a two inch long cut at the corner of his mouth, and the butterfly bandages that held it together. Sometimes, it would start bleeding again, and then he would simply wipe his dark blue blood up with his thumb and lick it up. When not in class, he moved slowly through the halls, favoring his left leg and doing his best to avoid running into people instead of plowing through them like he normally would.]

[Now, it's dusk, and he's sitting out in the quad, a pile of textbooks stacked to one side of him, a tray of food on the other. He's got his shirt pulled up, and he's examining the dark blue stained bandages going up his right side with a frown.]