Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131102191203/@comment-17970636-20131102222506

Julian got up early the next morning. He had the option of putting on his school clothes, but since it was a weekend, he opted for his combat suit.

His combat suit consisted of a pair of cargo pants with straps of dynamite attached to his legs just above and below the kneecap, he put on a belt too with the pants, but the belt was dotted with rows of miniature dynamite sticks. He put on his vest with two straps of dynamite crisscrossing over his shoulders like one would with bullet ammunation, except these were larger. He put on two wrist bands, underneath the left one there were extra self-lighting cigarettes that reacted to his aura, and the right one there were two dozen imniature sticks of dynamite. He looked, more or less, like the bomber he had been while he had been a terrorist.

Except you're a student of Beacon now.

He went over to his night-table to turn off the lamp there when he noticed a piece of paper that hadn't been there the night before.

He read it carefully and his eyebrows knit themselves into a frown as he read it.

"come to the Beacon airship docking station today at noon. Come alone, I knew Robson."

Generally Julian would omit this is a prank, but there was one bit on that note which intrigued him.

Robson had taken Julian under his wing after he had fled to the streets, maybe it was someone from his past.

Julian walked out the door, not smiling. He had thought by coming to Beacon he had thrown his past behind, but it was all coming back for him now.

Typical if you're an international wanted terrorist.