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Hey Yankee Boy!
Who: Levi (Class 1-1: age 15) and you!
Where: The roof of the school, on campus, and at the festival
When: All event long
Rating: PG-13 for Levi's shitty mouth
Summary: Blood Orange gang member and class 1-1 delinquent decides to actually show up to school.
The Story:
A. Roof Top
[The skies are clear on this afternoon. The bell for class rang long ago, the other students who were on the roof eating were now long gone: all except one. Levi stands on the roof, leaning against the fencing that keeps the students safety from falling down three stories. His uniform was oddly clean, his shirt was even tucked in. He appears to be an average student, all except for the fact that his blazer (which who wears their blazer in the summer anyways?) has patch stitched into it: the words 'BLOOD ORANGE' in bold red letters. He sighs heavily, unsure why he is here anymore. He should have just stayed in bed.
Without a word he pulls a carton of cigarettes from his jacket and places one between his lips. His hands goes back to his pocket and he pulls out a lighter. The metal flip top makes a small 'clink' as it opens and he tries to ignite the flame, but after several tries it doesn't work.]
Fuck.
[Guess he needs a light from someone else. He glances around for a moment and notices that he isn't alone.]
Oi. [Talking to you there.] Got a light?
B. Campus
[THEY SEE ME ROLLIN', THEY HATIN' It was towards the evening now. Clubs and classes were done with so the students were all heading back to the dorms for some well deserved rest...at least most where. Some were still out looking for trouble. Levi has since traded in his uniform for something a bit more...casual. He still has his blazer with the BLOOD ORANGE patch on it, only this time it was accompanied by a mask over his face and a kendo sword strapped to his back. Why the sword? Because he just left kendo club.
He didn't mean to look so intimidating...okay maybe he did. But that was how his crew was, speaking of which he was wondering where they were right now. He had his moped ready for a night of causing trouble and fucking shit up. He was just waiting for the right moment now.]
C. Festival
[His class somehow got stuck doing some play. He wasn't even sure what it was, he just knew Shakespeare did it. He ran out before anyone could tell him the title or the part he would be playing-- if he was even playing once since he was rarely there. He didn't want to be stuck in a pair of tights all day speaking old English to like some weirdo.
So here he was: eating some rice balls, eying the haunted house (and muttering how stupid it was), and trying to find a way place to lay low so he couldn't get pulled into anything else. He thought he heard his name being called as he stuffs another rice ball into his mouth. He turns the corner into a (what he thought) was an empty tent. Don't mind him, he's just avoiding people right now.]
Where: The roof of the school, on campus, and at the festival
When: All event long
Rating: PG-13 for Levi's shitty mouth
Summary: Blood Orange gang member and class 1-1 delinquent decides to actually show up to school.
The Story:
A. Roof Top
[The skies are clear on this afternoon. The bell for class rang long ago, the other students who were on the roof eating were now long gone: all except one. Levi stands on the roof, leaning against the fencing that keeps the students safety from falling down three stories. His uniform was oddly clean, his shirt was even tucked in. He appears to be an average student, all except for the fact that his blazer (which who wears their blazer in the summer anyways?) has patch stitched into it: the words 'BLOOD ORANGE' in bold red letters. He sighs heavily, unsure why he is here anymore. He should have just stayed in bed.
Without a word he pulls a carton of cigarettes from his jacket and places one between his lips. His hands goes back to his pocket and he pulls out a lighter. The metal flip top makes a small 'clink' as it opens and he tries to ignite the flame, but after several tries it doesn't work.]
Fuck.
[Guess he needs a light from someone else. He glances around for a moment and notices that he isn't alone.]
Oi. [Talking to you there.] Got a light?
B. Campus
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He didn't mean to look so intimidating...okay maybe he did. But that was how his crew was, speaking of which he was wondering where they were right now. He had his moped ready for a night of causing trouble and fucking shit up. He was just waiting for the right moment now.]
C. Festival
[His class somehow got stuck doing some play. He wasn't even sure what it was, he just knew Shakespeare did it. He ran out before anyone could tell him the title or the part he would be playing-- if he was even playing once since he was rarely there. He didn't want to be stuck in a pair of tights all day speaking old English to like some weirdo.
So here he was: eating some rice balls, eying the haunted house (and muttering how stupid it was), and trying to find a way place to lay low so he couldn't get pulled into anything else. He thought he heard his name being called as he stuffs another rice ball into his mouth. He turns the corner into a (what he thought) was an empty tent. Don't mind him, he's just avoiding people right now.]
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Your lighter is shit. You should get a new one.
[OOC: This is Bigby Wolf, otherwise known as
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[Bigby, don't you be dissing his shit. He happily takes the light though, sucking in through the cigarette to get the thing aflame and burning. He pulls it away from his lips, between his index and middle finger as he exhales smoke.]
I like this piece of shit.
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Like what you like, man, but shit is still shit. At least get one that works more than half the time.
[Bigby puts the new cigarette between his lips and peers down into the courtyard below, watching all the other students scurrying around and preparing for the festival.]
Fucking festival. I hate these damned school functions. It's pointless.
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My class is doing some fucked up play.
[That he will not be caught dead near. He takes another lung full of smoke before he exhales.]
Pointless huh? I thought you would be excited. The way you follow Mary around like a lost dog and all.
[Like really, you have no other reason to go to kendo. He's onto you.]
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Tell me you don't have a part. No, do tell me you have a part because I need to fucking see this.
[Bigby growls a little bit when Levi mentions Mary Margaret and eyes him sideways. It's a touchy subject and he can't tell if he's being made fun of or not.]
So it's a crime to watch a cute girl kick your ass? Besides, Kendo isn't part of the festival.
[He takes another drag on his cigarette before he speaks again.]
Does she have a part in the play?
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B.
She was sitting on some secluded benches when she heard the rumblings of a moped. She pulled her sweaters hood over her head, no need to give herself off to some gang member she probably knew with her hair. She exhaled some smoke watching the bike drive by. Mopeds were ridiculous.]
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Levi knows who it is under that. He slows down, pulling down his mask as he hits the break in front of Integra. The moped leans to the side slightly as he used his foot on the curb to keep it from falling.]
Yo, Integra.
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Nice mask, did they make you clean classrooms in detention? [Because she figures that's where you live.]
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[So...he did it and beat them. He can't let shit like that slide.]
Ain't it past your curfew?
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Campus
Eren, as the responsible one, planned on finding Levi and taking him straight home, away from those poser bullies he hung out with.]
LEVI!!!!
[He calls out at the top of his lungs. Eren could be pretty loud, when he wanted to be. His voice rang out from across the campus as he came into view.
Look out, little cous'. He's coming for you.]
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Are you fucking kidding me?
[Get a life, Eren. He has one and it doesn't need you butting into everything.]
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You're planning on going out and causing trouble again, aren't you? Forget it! I promised Mom I'd take you home with me today. You're staying for dinner.
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[He's right. He isn't moving yet.]
Besides, I don't remember agreeing to this.
[Auntie Carla makes shitty food anyways.]
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c!!
and when she catches sight of him at the festival, heading off into an empty tent, she just starts running after him, dress whipping around her ankles. ]
Levi! Levi wait! [ she was also volunteered to stop him thanks to the fact she was one of the few people in their class who wasn't scared of him, but that's another story entirely. ]
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He was silent as he glances down at the ground, watching the shadows of moving people outside of the tent. Just pass him. Please.]
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Nice try.
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What do you want?
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B
Armin turns around.
Armin walks away very fast.]
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Let's say hi.
The engine roars to life (or at least roars as much as a moped can) and he off on the chase. It doesn't take him long though to catch up and cut Armin off in front of him.]
Where you off to in such a hurry?
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[TIME TO POWER WALK IN THE OTHER DIRECTION.]
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[Armin, he can outrun you right now.]
Still upset about that whole drag show thing?
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Nope, don't smoke. That stuff will kill you.
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[You are no help what so ever. He keeps flicking his lighter until he gives up, shoves the lighter back into his pocket. He places the cigarette behind his ear as he looks down at to the 3DS.]
Don't video games rot your brain?
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Probably, but according to the public school system I haven't got any.
( a ) too bad there aren't any nerds up here or they could beat them up
[ she pulls out her lighter, which is decorated with a boar emblem — she can't really explain her fascination with boars, but she's liked them ever since she was a kid. ] Yeah, you're in luck. [ she flicks it open and holds out the light for levi. she doesn't personally enjoy smoking, mostly because her dad did and that's Complicated, but she's not about to make any speeches about it. to be honest, she doesn't really give a fuck what other people do. ]