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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
It hasn't occurred to him that Jay is still filming this, with the intention to post it somewhere.
He wouldn't assume that anyone would be that fucking stupid.
no subject
They did it. They got out--they're out, right now. He can make out the shape of the English building through the haze, can point to the window of his own classroom, can see the place where he tripped on the sidewalk and skinned his knee back when he was a dumb freshman trying to make it to class before the bell. They're here, and Tim's got a broken wing and no voice and Jay's got a numb, twisted leg, and they're both still breathing.
Jay looks down at the light at his chest, glowing feebly through a layer of caked-on dirt.
He switches the camera off.