Post by Quintin Haynes on Sept 14, 2008 23:26:16 GMT -5
OOC: Buahahahahaha!!!!! First Post Fen!
BIC:
Dear Quin, the adorable and fun loving Gryffindor, had not graced Firefox’s grounds for some time. He had been summoned home by his parents because of some nonsense about learning to take life seriously and stop fooling around so much. Apparently one too many teacher write-ups and detentions had gotten to them and they had withdrawn Quin right away from the school. Not that it meant a ton to him, he enjoyed Firefox as a place to experiment with pranks and have a good time, and deep down his loyalties would always be there. The boy had fought in the War after all with the White…Fangango or whatever his name was. But still, he packed his bags and trio of animals and carted his arse back home for whatever they had in store for him.
And after months, and months, and months of a magical boot camp meant to get him straightened out had failed his parents had grudgingly sent the smiling boy back to Firefox University. He was more fit, looked much older (and consequently more dashing) and was ready to go back to his old turf. It didn’t take long after unpacking before he found his way to the most dangerous of all though. Fenrir’s Woods.
Earlier on in his career he had gone and turned these Woods upside down with colors and smells and made it look like a scene out of Alice and Wonderland. And then he went home and bragged about his exploits and drew the Lord of the Woods himself to track him down and try and punish him. The thrill of it all had been perfect for Quin and so if he wanted a real good rush he was going to go back there and try again, though he was going to try a higher caliber then coloring the place. That boot camp had put him in contact with boys who worked with higher levels of toys than just colors.
The blonde haired boy was dressed in his old Gryffindor robes, a bit tight because of his new fitness, but he bore that red and gold with pride. On his back was slung a pack full of treasures abound for what he was going to do to these Woods. He whistled a tune and crunched his way into the Woods, his lack of fear would have astounded anyone. There was very little Quin was afraid of in life, and so far Fenrir had not given him reason to be terrified of going to this place. It was nothing but fun and games to the Gryffindor, and that wasn’t likely to be removed from him.
Once finding himself a decent distance in he unslung his back and got to work with a grin plastered on his face like a clown’s. The first thing he did was string wire around several tree trunks the right height to trip someone should they have gone walking by. Lycans walking around with their dexterity and sureness could use a good fall on the ass sometimes, right? Once that was done Quin proceeded to pull out several fireworks and firecrackers, all linked to one fuse thankfully and spread them out around the general area.
Some were meant to be loud, others were meant to be colorful, but they were all meant to be obnoxious and irreverent to the stillness and sacredness of the Woods. When they were all set up around the trees and brush the Gryffindor stepped back, saluted his work, and then lit the fuse to let the show go off with a bang. And with a bang it did, for in an instant there was color and noise abounds that anyone would hear for miles around. Quin watched it all with a smile on his face, enjoying the sight…until some leaves on a tree caught fire from the embers of some of the falling sparks. And then another tree…and another tree.
His jaw fell down as suddenly bright colors were replaced with flames of orange and red, and the bangs and whistles were replaced with the crackling of fire as it spread from leaves to branches, and then to other trees. Quin whistled and slowly began to back off, knowing that this had gone a bit too far. But was he going to stick around and take the blame?
Hell. No.
BIC:
Dear Quin, the adorable and fun loving Gryffindor, had not graced Firefox’s grounds for some time. He had been summoned home by his parents because of some nonsense about learning to take life seriously and stop fooling around so much. Apparently one too many teacher write-ups and detentions had gotten to them and they had withdrawn Quin right away from the school. Not that it meant a ton to him, he enjoyed Firefox as a place to experiment with pranks and have a good time, and deep down his loyalties would always be there. The boy had fought in the War after all with the White…Fangango or whatever his name was. But still, he packed his bags and trio of animals and carted his arse back home for whatever they had in store for him.
And after months, and months, and months of a magical boot camp meant to get him straightened out had failed his parents had grudgingly sent the smiling boy back to Firefox University. He was more fit, looked much older (and consequently more dashing) and was ready to go back to his old turf. It didn’t take long after unpacking before he found his way to the most dangerous of all though. Fenrir’s Woods.
Earlier on in his career he had gone and turned these Woods upside down with colors and smells and made it look like a scene out of Alice and Wonderland. And then he went home and bragged about his exploits and drew the Lord of the Woods himself to track him down and try and punish him. The thrill of it all had been perfect for Quin and so if he wanted a real good rush he was going to go back there and try again, though he was going to try a higher caliber then coloring the place. That boot camp had put him in contact with boys who worked with higher levels of toys than just colors.
The blonde haired boy was dressed in his old Gryffindor robes, a bit tight because of his new fitness, but he bore that red and gold with pride. On his back was slung a pack full of treasures abound for what he was going to do to these Woods. He whistled a tune and crunched his way into the Woods, his lack of fear would have astounded anyone. There was very little Quin was afraid of in life, and so far Fenrir had not given him reason to be terrified of going to this place. It was nothing but fun and games to the Gryffindor, and that wasn’t likely to be removed from him.
Once finding himself a decent distance in he unslung his back and got to work with a grin plastered on his face like a clown’s. The first thing he did was string wire around several tree trunks the right height to trip someone should they have gone walking by. Lycans walking around with their dexterity and sureness could use a good fall on the ass sometimes, right? Once that was done Quin proceeded to pull out several fireworks and firecrackers, all linked to one fuse thankfully and spread them out around the general area.
Some were meant to be loud, others were meant to be colorful, but they were all meant to be obnoxious and irreverent to the stillness and sacredness of the Woods. When they were all set up around the trees and brush the Gryffindor stepped back, saluted his work, and then lit the fuse to let the show go off with a bang. And with a bang it did, for in an instant there was color and noise abounds that anyone would hear for miles around. Quin watched it all with a smile on his face, enjoying the sight…until some leaves on a tree caught fire from the embers of some of the falling sparks. And then another tree…and another tree.
His jaw fell down as suddenly bright colors were replaced with flames of orange and red, and the bangs and whistles were replaced with the crackling of fire as it spread from leaves to branches, and then to other trees. Quin whistled and slowly began to back off, knowing that this had gone a bit too far. But was he going to stick around and take the blame?
Hell. No.