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entrancelogs2018-08-04 09:33 pm
burntvideocassette) wrote in entrancelogs2018-08-04 09:33 pm
blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who: (Blue) Jay Merrick + You
Where: Media club + the woods behind the gym
When: August 3rd to 6th
Rating: PG (May change)
Summary: This half-plucked blue jay may not be the greatest student, but he's got interests beyond the classroom.
The Story:
Media Club:
Wherever he ends up getting into college, Jay's going to major in film. That's basically a given, though it's not because because he's a brilliant filmmaker. He likes movies, sure, and he likes learning the minutiae that go into making them. It's not exactly a passion, but it's something, and it's adjacent to his other interests.
There isn't a major in paranormal research, though--he checked--so his best chance at college prep is within the school's media club.
They're showing off their personal projects this week. Jay's got a sharpie-marked DVD under his wing. Anybody like amateur documentaries?
The Woods:
The game's already over, and the lights on the athletic field have been turned off. Nobody in their right mind would still be here this late on a school night, no matter how many questions they had for their AP physics teacher.
Jay's heard rumors, though, stories about people in the classrooms adjacent the woods seeing a too-tall silhouette between the trees. Some people say it's just a malformed tree trunk. Others say it's a human. Still others say it looks more like a water-bird, like some kind of crane, though it's taller than any crane they've ever met. Paler, too, with bleach-white feathers standing out against the leaves.
Whatever it is, Jay intends to get it on film.
Where: Media club + the woods behind the gym
When: August 3rd to 6th
Rating: PG (May change)
Summary: This half-plucked blue jay may not be the greatest student, but he's got interests beyond the classroom.
The Story:
Media Club:
Wherever he ends up getting into college, Jay's going to major in film. That's basically a given, though it's not because because he's a brilliant filmmaker. He likes movies, sure, and he likes learning the minutiae that go into making them. It's not exactly a passion, but it's something, and it's adjacent to his other interests.
There isn't a major in paranormal research, though--he checked--so his best chance at college prep is within the school's media club.
They're showing off their personal projects this week. Jay's got a sharpie-marked DVD under his wing. Anybody like amateur documentaries?
The Woods:
The game's already over, and the lights on the athletic field have been turned off. Nobody in their right mind would still be here this late on a school night, no matter how many questions they had for their AP physics teacher.
Jay's heard rumors, though, stories about people in the classrooms adjacent the woods seeing a too-tall silhouette between the trees. Some people say it's just a malformed tree trunk. Others say it's a human. Still others say it looks more like a water-bird, like some kind of crane, though it's taller than any crane they've ever met. Paler, too, with bleach-white feathers standing out against the leaves.
Whatever it is, Jay intends to get it on film.
no subject
He cocks his head, focusing back on her.
"You see anything up there?"
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Her gaze follows his, considering that before she shudders, wings rustling with the flutter of her body. "I wasn't looking. I mean, I was hoping not to see anyone. Who wants to see a human?"
no subject
Except maybe some kind of primatologist or something.
Jay keeps squinting into the leaves.
"Maybe we should...I mean, it's late. Maybe tonight's not a...great time to be out here. "
no subject
"Probably not. I won't tell about you if you don't tell about me." Because she needs to be sure he won't rat her out.
no subject
The internet doesn't count, right? The internet's full of people who aren't real people, like parents or teachers or that asshole who thinks it's funny to yank at his pin feathers. Telling the internet's just as good as keeping it a secret. The chances it'll find its way back to anybody who knows him in real life are slim to null.
no subject
"Come on," she says, thought not hurrying in case he can't move that well. Not that she's trying to be nice. Never. "Before it comes back."
no subject
That's enough to get Jay moving, head ducked as he scrambles out from under the fern in a rustle of leaf litter.
He can't fly right now, not without ditching his equipment, but he knows the way out on foot. He switches his chest cam to IR mode and turns around, making one last scan of the canopy. If there's something up there, he wants footage of it.
More than that, though, he wants to not die.
He follows after her.