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Post by TheLovelySML on Sept 15, 2013 18:07:14 GMT -5
Kalix Pyralis
The night was calm and still with only the lively chirping of crickets and the occasional flashing of fireflies in the dark streets that disrupted the nearly tangible silence. Everyone was either in bed, or eating supper; normal school kids would probably be cramming instead of actually sleeping. Except Kalix; it’s a good thing he wasn’t normal.
The youngster was climbing up the windows the excessively tall Namimori High School, his white hood up and his long, crimson braid tucked into his shirt. His boots’ special climbing feature had already been engaged to help him climb the nearly flat surface of the school, and he was struggling to hold on with his specialty climbing gloves. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he continued slowly climbing up, his teeth clenched and his stormy blue eyes narrowed at the window on the top floor. He wondered why in the hell he was even there, climbing a nearly 180 degree surface and why the hell he agreed to do this task for no charge at all.
Oh yeah, one of his class mates had asked, more specifically, one of his female classmates.
He forgot her name, as he usually did, but she was pretty and he felt inclined to grant her wishes, as he usually did for every woman and child. She was having a hard time with the teacher for some reason (she probably deserved it, but he didn’t dare voice his opinion as he stared at her with mock concern) and she wanted him to get fired from the school. Kalix, having nothing better to do, so he volunteered as tribute for her silly mission, and left the girl with nothing more then a simple touch on her cheek, his hair trailing behind him as he left her.
God did he regret it. He had better get some serious compensation for doing this. If he got caught in the act, he would encounter some problems.
The young Pyralis boy got caught up in his thoughts and his foot caught the wrong edge of the window and he lost his balance and toppled off the building, his arms flailing about as he did, those blue eyes widened with surprise. His hand immediately went to his belt and pressed a button, activating a mechanism as he fell. The rope shot up into the side of the building and hooked the edge of it, effectively stopping his descent. Kalix just hung there, upside down and held by a metal rope and a hook, and watched the dark sky, hoping to see something magical. “Huh…good thing I found this thing this morning…” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a four leaf clover, and he spun it in between his gloved fingers boredly before dropping it and watching it float to the ground. “Your luck has been used up.” He began his ascent once more, glad that he had disabled the security cameras and any recording device he found right after school before he came on his nighttime mission.
He reached the classroom window quickly and opened it up; right before he left, he made sure to leave the latch unlocked (an illusion made everyone else believe that it was locked tight) so he could do this task. “Ally-oop,” he mumbled as he pulled himself in, the grappling hook now safely tucked away in the proper place once more.
His boots thumped on the ground softly as he made his way to the desk, his eyes staring down at it and the tests that were placed on it. He spied the tests they had takes only a few hours prior, and that he happened to be on his, and that the answer sheet had been sitting there. A small smirk crawled up onto his lips and he grabbed his test, that he had written in pencil, and began correcting any wrong answers before placing it back in place. The young devil couldn’t resist looking through the oher tests and ‘Correcting’ them as well and putting them back in place “Ah, how nice. The perfect crime, by Kalix Pyralis. Thank you Mister Teacher,” he spoke again as he cracked his knuckles with his palms facing outward. His tone was sly and pleased, yet still sounded bored as he opened the drawer and placed the contraband items inside. “I’m sure you’ll love a couple pounds of Mary-Juana.” He closed the drawer with a satisfied pop of his thin lips, the piercings just below them glinting with mischief, just like his white teeth. Without a doubt, the man would be fired by this time tomorrow. “Look at me now; what a little rascal I am.“
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