[ action - the quad ]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ She's supposed to be in class.




Oops.

Oh well!

Instead, Kiden can be found the quad, enjoying the sun--yes, she actually does enjoy nice days!--and people watching. It's obvious by the constant twitching of her fingers that she's either bored or itching to be somewhere else.

She actually doesn't have a cigarette; instead, she has a large notepad open in her lap, but only half her attention is on it. In it are her WTR101 notes; it's the only class she won't skip and probably the only one she really cares about. Outlined inside are the properties of a variety of weapons, as well as sketches; they're not very good, having been made quickly, but they're clean...and noticeable.

Come bother her, she'll be grateful insult you, probably. Or find her later, if you're the instructors whose class she's skipping.... ]

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[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

If you say so.

[Kiden's quite possibly the worst influence he could have at the Garden, but really? He hasn't had more fun here either. This adrenaline junkie wants some excitement already.]

So what am I doing? Just showing up the day of?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna make you a copy of this-- [ she motions to her notes ] --but if you can get into the garage and check it out in person before we try this, that's even better.

[ another quick glance for teachers or other eavesdropping individuals ]

When do you wanna pull this off?

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think I can manage that.

[At the mention of timing, he pauses, thinking for a moment.]

I don't care about dates. Whenever you get the keys is fine. [He shrugs.] You wanna do this while classes are going on? Or do you feel like pullin' this off right under his nose?

Might be kinda funny to see him running after it.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Her grin is wicked. ]

Kinda funny, you shitting me? It's only funny if he's running after it. I mean, yeah, we should try not to get caught, but come on, it's a fucking military school; we might as well get caught in style.

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Point taken.

If we're going down, might as well be with a bang. Add a couple of infamy points to our names.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

'Infamy points'? I like the sound of that. Let's see--a week from now? Gives you time to scope out the bike and me time to get the keys.

[ Friday night. That is practically courting disaster, but hey, Kiden has the tendency to buy disaster a bouquet of red roses every weekend. It's also an opportunity to gauge the size of Zephyr's cojones, as it were. ]

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

Week from now sounds good.

[Zephyr drains the rest of his soda and holds the unfinished bag of chips out to Kiden.]

Should be more than enough time to check that thing out.

[By the way he's grinning, there's probably a good chance he'll be swinging by the garage sometime tonight. Possibly after curfew if he needs to.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Fuck yeah grabbing all the chips. Nom. ]

Then we're set.

[ Said more or less around a mouthful of chips, but she's clearly pleased. She gets up, dusting crumbs off her jeans. ]

What's your dorm number? I'll swing by later with the copies.

[ If he's got a roomie she should look out for, now'd be a good time to mention it. ]

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

A211. Got a roommate now though.

[He shrugs.]

If he's around, guess we can just step outside or somethin'.

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

All right.

[ Stepping away, she pauses, then turns back to arch a brow at him. ]

You tell anybody else about this and I am gonna personally rip your balls off. We good?

[ She says it very casually, like she just might do it.


She just might! Sorry Zeph, she doesn't trust you that much yet. ]

[easilytriggered.livejournal.com]

[Zephyr rolls his eyes.]

I'm not gonna squeal. Mouth's fucking shut about it, all right?

[Now that he's got the bench to himself, he kicks his feet up on it and lays back, stretching himself along its length, before folding his arms under his head.

He yawns.]

Later.