Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140214005641/@comment-15792134-20140216040633

Urdin had ran like a bat out of hell. He had to meet a delivery at the front of the school grounds for his tux. He owned one already, a gift for an event he never attended. But he didn't bring it with him to Beacon. He had been hesitant to wear the tux to prom, it's original intent being for a funeral. But he didn't have much of a choice. He couldn't afford to even rent one, not that he could get one this short notice. But he did call a favor to have the one he owned brought from home to the Academy. Urdin ran up to a well dressed black with gray dusting haired man holding a cardboard sign reading 'Meadows'. Urdin stopped just infront of the figure. Unfortunatly the delivery was made by a man he was not on good terms with.

"Servus." Urdin nodded reaching out for the waiting tux. He had to call the favor to the Leroux family. Parents of a childhood friend. Unfortunatly they felt the need to send their treacherous butler for the hand off. But luckily nothing happened between them. The man merely nodded and turned to leave. Urdin looked down to grab his scroll to check the time. Then sprinted back the school in a rush,bowling through students as he ran. He had ran into a bathroom to change. Tearing off his school uniform as quickly as he could. He changed quickly, falling over trying to get his shoes back on.

Urdin had spent his time changing, grooming, washing his face and overall doing everything he could to appear presentable. His stomach had butterflies the whole time. He even enlisted the help of a few female students who spent a lengthy amount of time applying makeup on his face to help hide or at least make his scars more faded. Finally with some time to spare, Urdin had emerged. Dressed in black rather than his normal blue, and without his signature cloak. HE felt nervous, but it was to late to back out now. He had headed out, hoping he might intercept Zaffre on the way, but he wasn't worried. If they didn't meet up on the way he'd meet her there. One thing that did not cross his mind was the idea of being stood up. He knew better.