Samuel Keats
Location; Dorm Room → Outside → Rooftop
Interacting With; Anyone at the party
Mood; Tired → Determined → Smug → Annoyed
Was it too much to ask that a man get some sleep? The music was just loud enough that Keats just couldn't seem to manage. What did he do to deserve this? Okay, a lot of things, but none of them were completely his fault. Since he couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard he tried, it was time to go for plan B. Crash the party and piss off the Mayweathers.
It was a little strange, since Keats wasn't even planning to try and go to the party at first. They weren't really his thing. He wasn't a big drinker, but even the atmosphere at parties made him worried that he'd let his guard down and do something that'd end up ruining his image. People didn't need more reasons to laugh at him. It was bad enough now when at least some of them were scared of him. Who'd respect him if he showed that he was actually some kinda weakling? No-one.
So, he'd stayed in his room. Of course, he'd ignored Sparky's demands about tidying the room up as expected. Not like he was gonna play janitor for that stuck-up bitch. He had however, taken the time to write a little note telling her to where to stick her orders and placed it in the her dorm. You know, just to make his point absolutely clear. There'd been a particularly crude diagram to accompany it that Keats was actually quite proud of.
He hadn't spent long thinking about it to be honest, just laughed some more as she went back to her room. Thanked Brook for having his back too, even if he didn't really need the help - or at least would never admit to needing it - he still appreciated it. Sitting in the room was all he'd done for the past couple of hours, but he was finally sick of it.
So, after changing into some decent clothes, he grabbed a decent amount of the fabric he'd saved up and headed outside. He wasn't about to try and go through the front door, seeing as there wasn't much chance of him getting past the brothers unharmed, and he didn't feel like trying and landing himself with a ten-mile walk just to get back to his room. Luckily for him they'd decided to put the thing on the roof, so it really wouldn't be hard to get in.
He sauntered casually around to the back of the building. If it weren't for his outfit, most people would just assume he was out for a stroll. After taking a moment to make sure no-one was around, he placed his hand on the mass of fabric, splitting it into two strips and sending it snaking up the side of the building.
Brow furrowed in concentration, he started weaving it into a makeshift rope ladder. There wasn't anything to hold it in place as such, but he'd be in contact with the thing the whole way up. While it would be a pain in the ass, he could just about keep it still enough to climb up as long as it was tied well enough. And as long as nothing distracted him since it needed a lot of concentration.
Advancing towards the ladder, he tested the strength of the fabric, putting his weight on one of the rungs and lifting himself up. Okay, he could do it. It was giving him one hell of a headache, but he could keep it in place as long as he didn't take too long to get up there. At least he was a fast climber, probably.
With a grunt of exertion, Keats climbed up the ladder, his head pounding. This probably wasn't worth it, but he was two floors up at this point so it was a bit late to have second thoughts about his decision. Man, it felt like someone was pounding on a drum inside his head or something. If it would just stop for one second... He tried to think about something else, but in the process ended up daydreaming a little.
He was within arms reach of the rooftop, but as his focus drifted, the ladder began to slip away. Abandoning any semblance of stealth, he grabbed onto the edge of the half-wall with a panicked yell, pulling himself up and over it and ending up face down on the floor next to a very surprised looking girl.
He sighed in relief.
"That was way too close. Knew I could get in though. Not invited my ass! Suck it, Mayweather."Of course, it was at this moment that he heard Avalon agree to call off the bouncers. He stared for a moment, understanding the words but his brain just refusing to accept their meaning. After a minute or so, it finally clicked. They were just gonna be letting Delphina students in now.
Normally, that'd be a good thing, but right now it was really pissing him off. Staring for a moment, he couldn't help but mutter angrily in frustration.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me. I could've just... Walked in?" So much for not looking like an idiot in front of everyone. Ugh. He should've stayed in bed.
Staring at the ground, Keats felt like he needed to reconsider his life choices. Or, he could just drink and try to pretend that this never happened. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. See, this was why he didn't like parties.
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