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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:36 pm
A few days after the Trials had ended, Sparrow Heartreed found himself outside on the grounds of Amityville High.
It felt like forever since he had last taken a walk, just a simple walk. The school had been so filled with business as of late - first the episode with the professor dying (Sparrow still did not like reminiscing about this); then the Haunted House (He had not been there for that, but he had certainly heard enough about it, even about how students were still somehow winding up back within it); then the whole debacle with the closing of the school (thankfully, this had not come to pass; Sparrow was not certain what he would have done if it had actually closed. Go home? But he had not wanted to, and at least he did not have to right now); and finally the Trials, which - much to Sparrow's relief - were something to be enjoyed and not something he would wind up having nightmares about later.
Unless they were nightmares about watching crabs attack the sandcastles down on the beach, but other than that it had been relatively uneventful.
Now, as he made his way across the grounds, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks, Sparrow gave a small sigh, exhaling slowly. On his shoulder, Sophisticate uttered a low croon, nudging his beak against Sparrow's head, and Sparrow slanted a gaze up at the creature, a slight smile on his lips.
"Yes, yes," he said lightly, and reached a hand up to stroke the bird's soft feathers. "I'll feed you when we - ackkkkkkk!"
He probably should have been paying more attention to where he was going, since at that moment he felt his foot catch on something. Sparrow flailed (rather idiotically, he assumed), hoping to catch himself, but he was already off balance. Not helping the matter was Sophisticate, who, startled at the sudden jerk, flapped his wings frantically and gave a screechy sort of caw-ing sound, sending feathers flying. And Sparrow, much to his chagrin, promptly pitched forward and landed in a heap on the grass.
It rather hurt. Sparrow gave a small grunt and pushed himself up, sighing. He twisted around, trying to see what he had tripped over, and -
Oh. His eyes widened a little, a slightly embarrassed expression touching his mildly pink face.
"Oh," said Sparrow, this time aloud."Er. Hi. Jack, is it?"
He had tripped over, not a root or a minipet, but an entire boil, lying beneath a large, wide tree with thick, leaf-heavy branches. A very familiar boil, though not one that Sparrow had seen recently.
He sighed. Then said, a bit resignedly, "My, er...apologies."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:30 am
Unlike many of the students of Amityville, with all their stress and negativity, none of these feelings had reached the proclaimed cat-king. Infact, he found the sudden lack of people, and the quiet groups to be almost comfortable - the school grounds had been kept in pristine condition and left wide open for him to just relax.
He wasn't heartless - the death of the Professor was pretty heart-wrenching to hear, and the trials were a blast - both positively and negatively. But, Jack was the epitome of "Water off a duck's back", and felt that everyone was reacting too negatively for his like - and thus needed a small stay-cation.
Stretching out softly, the soft pathetic mewls from a few of his strays that he displaced with his movements, he was in a small sense of euphoria, nothing could go wrong. Or, so he thought.
It started with a resounding "OOMPH," as he felt foot dig in to his side, releasing whatever air was in his chest, and it all went downhill from there -including the incredible force that was suddenly upon him - dispersing a few cats in the wake of their kitty senses activating, leaving the demon to be his own saviour, his eyes immediately opening up wide in shock, an involuntary hiss starting deep in his throat, before a split-second realization dawned on him that he knew this boil, twisting the gutteral sound in his throat, so that it came out more like "HsssSparrow?" as the reaper came crashing down.
Lifting himself up as the moment passed and the blonde reaper crumpled up over him, the remainder of his cats dispersed momentarily, leaving him a bit of a mess, his arms already raised towards the body thatw as pretty much over him.
"Oh - Sparrow, you silly boil, are you okay?" He asked after making sure he was fine, his voice winded from the accidental kick. "No apologies needed, I'm sure it was an accident - fancy meeting you here, falling for me and all." He joked, catching his breath and lifting his shirt to make sure no permanent damage was apparent.
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