K is for Kinda Kidnapping

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank frowned down at a slip of paper in her hand while she chewed on several different flavors of Twizzlers, which she'd somehow twirled into a giant sort of Twizzler rope. She flipped the paper over once, then held it up, squinting at what was written and comparing it to various numbers. Sure, she'd recently begun sort of not really breaking into people's dorm rooms and leaving presents and whatnot, but that didn't mean that she quite knew where everybody was. It seemed like every day more people were showing up or becoming interesting enough to really have characters of their own, which meant that Frank was constantly playing catchup. She could totally handle it though: more friends was always a good thing.

"Felix Nicholas," she read aloud, "room two eleven," she chewed at the Twizzlers. And yes, she did talk around them, and yes, it pretty much was that clear. When your power meant that you had food in your mouth at nearly all times, you got really good at talking around it; Frank was something of an expert by this point. She swallowed a large portion of Twizzler and then tapped the paper. "So if this is right, then that means his room should be.... that one," she pointed at the right room, tapping the number.

It should be mentioned about now that Frank was dressed entirely in camouflage. This wasn't normal, Duck Dynasty camo, mind you, but instead a brilliant pink version of varying patterns. It wasn't like Frank was in the woods or something. She had a balaclava pulled up to leave most of her face actually visible (said balaclava was black, because reasons), and she had smeared some dark eyeshadow under eyes (because Batman, duh). There was also a cloth bag tucked under one arm and a few various items attached to her belt, including what looked like some kind of NERF gun and a ridiculously small can of pepper spray.

Because kidnapping. Obviously.

"Okay, now what?" Frank wondered aloud. She'd gotten this far and sort of figured that the kidnapping part would just sort of happen. all her research (read: watching television) showed that the person just showed up outside their door. But there wasn't anyone here. Frank frowned, then taped the door handle, wondering if she should attempt chewing through it. Wouldn't be her first...

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix was sat cross legged on the floor of his room, biting on his bottom lip as he delicately reconnected a wire inside what appeared to be a huge musical speaker. His floor was chaotically strewn with various bits of technological bits and pieces, most of which were half finished alterations, a few clearly broken beyond repair, and various others in between various stages of the two.
He frowned, furrowing his brow as he pulled his quilt further over himself; the wire had seemed to decide it didn't want to reconnect correctly, instead choosing to bend awkwardly out of place. Felix had long since decided to go to bed and try to sleep, since he'd been awake for a majority of the night, playing with broken bits of equipment... This notion hadn't lasted long, but having his duvet pulled around him and over his head, making him look like some sort of quilt burrito, was considered just as good as being in bed. Kind of. To better add to the concept that this was as good as resting, Felix had opted to leave the main lights off and was using one small bedside lamp to light to guide him.
He was dressed for bed too, just to add to the "of course this is as good for me as resting in bed" concept, in his boxers and a bedshirt.

This was clearly the perfect time to finish up trying to improve that colossal speaker he'd just had ordered in... And by improve, he really meant fix... He'd accidentally blown it out while testing it's durability. Turns out it wasn't as durable as he'd thought, but he'd soon change that.
He flinched when he heard a tap at his door handle, shooting the door a look as though he blamed it for distracting him. The school was old... It was bound to have a few creaks and groans. Thinking blissfully nothing of what had caused the tapping, the radio host went back to his work, taking hold of a small pair of pilers. Time to sort this wire out once and for all.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank stared at the door. surprisingly, this did not result in it opening, no matter how hard Frank looked. This was unfortunate. "Man, if only I had door opening powers," mumbled Frank. True, she technically did, seeing as she could just eat through the doorknob. Doorknobs always tasted nasty though. People were always touching them without washing their hands or something, and then there was just the whole fact that metal just tasted weird to begin with. It sucked all the way around. Still, it might be the only...

"Wait!" said Frank, holding up a finger. "I know what to do! I shall knock on the door, and then when he comes to answer, I shall drop this hood upon his head," she paused for a moment, "why did I just sound like some kinda strange Victorian person or something? Too much English class," she shrugged, then raised her hands up (both, because in her excitement she'd already grabbed the sack) and rapped her knuckles against the door. This being Frank, she opted for the old "Shave and a Haircut" knock, as made famous in Roger Rabbit, among other places.

And then Frank lay in wait, knowing that her unwitting prey would come closer and closer...

and she started shifting and getting impatient after about ten seconds, since that was the entire length of Frank Cox's attention span. She settled for humming and bouncing back and forth, sort of bobbing to an internal beat, which was also fairly standard. For her, that is, who knows what's standard for most people.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix tweaked at the nonconforming wire, twisted the pilers in his hand in an effort to get it to exactly where he wanted it to be. He'd quickly forgotten about the tapping at the door and was instead focused back on the task at hand. He had no idea what fate lay beyond the door. With a skilled hand the radio host managed to entwine the wire around the correct little metal sproket in the speaker, throwing the pilers down and throwing his arms in the air, giving himself a silent cheer of congratulations. This however was short lived as a series of knocks on the door caused him to flinch, snatching the duvet which had been throw off by his celebration and wrapping it tightly around himself as he blinked at the door. Now that he couldn't ignore... SOMEONE was knocking. Who would be banging on his door at this hour?! His thoughts flickered to Erika, who was likely the only one to call on him this late... But she'd never knock to announce herself; she'd just strut right in, and that alone would be her announcement. Such a particular knock, to... A knock that certainly had to be replied to...

Felix slowly pushed aside the speaker he was working on, and edged closer, just a fraction, a brow quirked in a mixture of curiosity and weariness. He considered calling out, asking who it was... But surely that wouldn't be proper, not after a knock like that. Slowly, and cautiously, Felix got up from his seated position, clutching his duvet around himself as he moved closer to the door. Once he was up against the door, he pressed his ear to it, pouting a little as he listened intently for any sound of the knocker.
He raised a hand, and gave the obligatory "Two bits" reply to the knock, paused a moment, before reaching for the door handle, turning it and slowly edging the door open. "... Hello?" He spoke out in a hushed whisper.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The two bits actually caught Frank by surprise. Most people just looked at her funny and wondered if she'd been dipping into illegal substances. Frank usually did not, unless you counted banned energy drinks, which she had probably had in the last twenty four hours (who needs sleep?).

Then, much to her chagrin, the person behind the door only opened it a little. Frank tilted her head and sort of tried to look around. She was tempted to just sort of attack the person, but she might get the wrong guy, and that would, well, actually, that would be kind of hilarious but it really wouldn't accomplish the super serious mission that Frank was on. so she ended up peering at the guy and holding her sack up in a sort of creepy, almost gonna get you but not quite there yet fashion.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be Feeeeelix, wouldcha?" she asked, leaning forward and bouncing on her toes. She then realized that she needed to pull her balaclava down, mostly covering her face. Of course, she'd already not covered her face for a while there, so it was totally possible that he'd seen everything (not like he wouldn't figure out who had the bright pink camo and a tendency to surprise boys in their dorm rooms with NERF guns).

[Felix Nicholas]

The sight that met him was certainly not the sight he was expecting. Some lost student, or an Erika perhaps weary of the sudden upgrade in security patrols who didn't want to alarm any staff by a sudden loud entrance to his room; but no. What met his eyeline was a figure covered in camo, brandishing what appeared to be some sort of sack, a number of weapons clearly strapped to her person on a belt around her waist.

Now, this would seem like a terrifying sight to be met with in the early hours of the morning in the near pitch blackness... If it wasn't for the almost neon pink shade of the figure's outfit, and the clear NERF gun at her belt; a ridiculous combination that instead of installing any sort of shock or fear to Felix, instead caused a wide grin to break across his lips. Whatever this was, he was certainly intrigued to where exactly it was going. The midnight visitor's identity was also not exactly a hard one to decipher;
she made no attempt to disguise her voice and the fact she'd had her face showing for most of this initial encounter made it not exactly a hard case to crack. Erika had also given the radio host a bit of a head's up in terms of a certain female who seemed to make it her mission to break from the norm.... Who delighted in creating random, chaotic and childishly fun situations... Who also liked to break into boy's dorms with NERF guns. Felix assumed this was her idea of some sort of initiation.

"... I might be Feeeeelix," He responded, his duvet still pulled over his head and tightly wrapped around himself; he was beginning to feel slightly unnerved by the manner in which she was holding the sack. "... You, um, out for a midnight stroll? Or part of the new security detail, doing your rounds in a fine shade of pink?"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank was used to people staring at her. It just sort of happened, obviously because she was completely, heart-stoppingly gorgeous and amazing. Or that she had a tendency to look like something a five year old would doodle in the side of her journal as "what I want to be when I grow up," whichever. Frank was good with whichever.

Felix had barely gotten his name out when he'd find the sack going over his head. "Ha ha! This is a kidnap--oh, oh wait, hey, I didn't put any airholes in this thing, did I? Hold on for a second. DON'T SQUIRM!" Frank tried to pull at the sack. It was quite likely that this was somewhat difficult, since it's fairly easy to assume that Felix was not going to stand there stoically and just accept that someone had dropped a sack upon his head. It was entirely possible that he had, mind, just not very likely. So there would be some wrestling while Frank got the bag between her teeth and chewed out a portion, swallowing it and making a face, not that Felix could see said expression.

"THERE, you can has breathing now," she said, patting her captor's back. Which then reminded her that he still had hands, which were probably going for the sack. She yanked her gun out of her holster or, well, more accurately "tried to." It caught and she had to jerk, accidentally jerking her hand right into Felix's side.

Clearly this was an expert kidnapping of the type that should get Frank hired by SPECTRE immediately.

[Felix Nicholas]

Now what happened next should have been expected when Felix saw the female brandishing a suspicious looking sack, but while it seemed obvious Felix hadn't expected the girl to actually do what she did. He flinched back violently and gave a yelp as the sack was pulled over his head, dropping his duvet and grabbing franticly for the material now covering his head.
"HEY!" He cried out, struggling and trying to yank the bag off, immediately feeling a sight panic settling in as the unbreathability of the sack came to his realisation. "F-FRANK?! FRANK, RIGHT?! Frank this is not how you say hello!!!" As he struggled with his would be kidnapper, he gave another yelp as he felt the bag pulled pulled tight as she bit into it, taking a welcome gasp of air when a portion of it was ripped off. He put a hand to his chest, taking a few deep breaths, about to quickly snatch the bag off his head when he was suddenly jabbed sharply in the side. Kidnapping, had she said?! She was trying to kidnap him?! To what reason and what end he was completely uncertain, especially as midnight kidnappings hadn't been mentioned by Erika in reference to Frank.
"OW! HEY!" He cried, clutching his side with one hand and trying to grab the NERF gun blindly with his other. "FRANK! Frank this is the worst kidnappin-" He backed up a little, tripping backwards over his dropped duvet, landing on top of it with a startled cry. Almost immediately he put both hands up. "Okay, okay! I'll come quietly!" He spoke, deciding it was simply going to be easier to go with her willingly at this point then to fight her. Besides, despite the suddenness of the situation he was curious to where exactly she intended to go with it.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"THIS IS NOT A GREETING; IT'S A KIDNAPPING!" Frank yelled in response, which was definitely not what you did for kidnapping. She met Felix's flailing with quite a lot of flailing of her own, which meant that they both were sort of ineffectively slapping at one another for several seconds there. It would've been comical from a distance, and it did make Frank giggle. There was other things to do though, like chewing air holes and prodding the "victim" with a NERF gun, since that was obviously what you did with someone you were kidnapping.

Obviously.

"This is the best kidnapping!" Frank insisted, doing more prodding. She managed to get him to agree to come along, which made her feel like she was obviously doing a better job than "worst kidnapping," since obviously the worst kidnapping wouldn't have worked at all. She hadn't really expected him to agree so readily though, so she actually stopped to prod him a few more times. Once it became apparent that he was going (semi-willingly too) then Frank would get them moving.

"We're gonna go to the radio broadcasting room which--" Frank frowned for a moment, before shrugging, "which we will find soon enough!" It was all part of her brilliant "plan." She was already nodding, pausing only for a moment to warn Felix to step around a decoration in the hall. What? Just because she was kidnapping didn't mean she had to be rude about it.

[Felix Nicholas]

Managing to get to his feet with relative unsteady balance, the radio host blindly reached out to feel exactly where his kidnapper was, taking hol of her arm gently in order to manoeuvre himself round his dropped duvet without falling over it again. Exactly where this was leading or exactly what she wanted was at this point still unknown to Felix. Erika had warned him, certainly... But her warnings had not even hinted at this level of absurdity; he was being "kidnapped" at NERF gun point, in the middle of the night, in order for her to... "HEY!" He cried, flinching away from her prodding him, flapping his hands in her direction. What did she want from him?! She... Wait, what was that?!
"You want to go to the radio broadcasting office?!" Felix spoke, slightly bewildered, turning his head and speaking to the direction in which he'd she'd last had her prod him from. "Why?! It's like, 3am... Or 4am... Or VERY late at least! I have no idea what time it is..." Then again, did he really expect to get a straight answer out of her? She was wearing pink camo. Bright, almost neon pink cameo. For a kidnapping attempt. Well, at least she was creative... "I won't tell you a single thing! You won't get the location out of me!" He declared with a slight grin, deciding know it was going to be best to play along with the whole scenario. It was a break from working on the speaker at least. He took her pointing out the decoration in the hall gratefully, having been about to stand on it. At least she was being somewhat well mannered! "You'll never get it out of me!"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"What? Really?" Frank dug around in her pants for a moment, eventually pulling her phone out. She flicked it, peering at the screen. "Weird, totally thought it was later than that. oh well!" She pocketed the phone and nudged Felix along some more. "Well, we'll be there when it comes time to start programming! You can sleep at your station thingy while I keep an eye on you to make sure you don't do anything weird. and probably play with some buttons; I like pushing shiny buttons," and yes, she really did say this last one out loud, as she pretty much did with every thought that crossed her mind.

"Ha! I already know its location! It's in the club room!' she declared, directing them in that general direction. She still tried to guide them as best she could through the whole corridors and stuff, and managed to run into the barest minimum amount of things. In truth, Frank ran into about as much stuff as Felix did, mostly because she didn't seem capable of walking even when they were in fairly well lit halls. She paused at one point, digging about in her pants till she came up with a back of candy, the bottom of which she tore out almost immediately to begin munching upon.

"And I will so get it out of you!' she declared through a math filled of sugar coated sour gummy worms (the tingling in her mouth felt pretty good). "You have no idea what I have planned!" Mostly because Frank herself didn't know, more or less.

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix was near enough blind, save from the very small amount of light creeping through the sack's material from passing the occassional light source. He was relying on Frank, a notion he decided very quickly wasn't the best situation to be in regardless of the fact he was being "kidnapped". It was cold out in the corridors, and the rado host found himself starting to shiver slightly as they made their way wherever they were going... It wasn't even sure if they were even headed towards the clubs... He'd lost his sense of direction about three corridors ago. What exactly did she intend to do once they got there?! He inwardly flinched at her declaring she intended to press random buttons... There was no telling what damage she could do to the equipment. Maybe he could distract her, tactfully... Somehow.
"You won't get it out of me!" He declared. "I'm a fortress! Those that work in the radio go through intense training for just this kind of situation!" Despite the bumping into various bits of Bellefonte Academy, mostly corners of walls, Felix was almost beginning to enjoy himself with this... Even with the current risk to his precious radio station. He pouted a little as he heard her beginning to eat what sounded like... Candy? It certainly smelled sour. "... Well, you know I can't start programming without a hearty breakfast. How about... How about we raid the cafeteria? Can't host on an empty stomach!" He might be able to delay her enough to at least save his equipment... Hopefully they'd bump into a teacher, or Academy Official who'd be able to barter for his freedom.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"That's what you think! I am a master in seventeen different tickle based torture techniques!" insisted Frank, thrusting a hand triumphantly into the air and nodding in a highly satisfactory answer. There was at least seventeen, actually. She'd been working at developing more, but there were only so many people willing to volunteer for being the recipient of testing of that nature. "And I'm not surprised that they give you that training; they're just that sneaky," insisted Frank, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. And no, she didn't think to consider the likelihood of Felix actually seeing such an expression. Mostly because as soon as the expression flitted onto her face, it parted, with Frank soon nomming on more of the sour worms, practically slurping them down.

Which apparently Felix got. "Oooh, I do like breakfast," admitted Frank, tapping her chin with the package of candy, which had already been about a third eaten (literally, as in a third of the actual package had disappeared). "And you're definitely right that we'll need some---saaaay," she stopped, turning to get Felix facing her, more or less. She narrowed her eyes again, though she made certain, this time, to throw suspicion into her voice as well: "you're not trying to trick me, are you? Because I'm so onto your games. I'm untrickable. And heavily armed. And probably a little sleep deprived," Frank shrugged a little. Hey, at least she admitted it; that was the first step to the problem solving, right?

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix flinched violently at Frank's tickle torture declaration; his one major weakness! Had Erika revealed it to the girl? Let Frank in on the radio host's weakness? "I-I... I'm not even ticklish!" Felix declared defiantly, pouting as he did so. Maybe if he denied it enough she wouldn't even attempt her torture method. Hw hoped. Surely they should be near the club rooms by now... Unless Frank had led him the long way round. It wouldn't surprise him... In an effort to see where they were exactly, Felix attempted to lift the gap in the sack over his mouth upwards with his tongue, trying to lift it high enough to peer through; he thought trying to lift it with his hand would only result in a further prod from her NERF gun, or worse, tickle torture.

The radio host perked up at Frank's breakfast comment, grinning brightly; Yes! This could really work in his favour. "Even kidnappers need a good, hearty break-" He then stopped mid sentence as he was abruptly turned round, assuming that he was now facing her. "Hey, trick you?! Do I look like that kind of a person?" He pouted, attempting to give her an innocent gaze from inside the sack. "I also make a mean pancake... So what say we raid the cafeteria, i make a bunch of pancakes, and then you can drag me to the station and do... Whatever it is that you plan to do." Pancakes. Good idea... That should keep her distracted long enough for a teacher or someone to find them. And also he was actually feeling pretty hungry. All of this "being kidnapped" thing had given him a bit of an appetite.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Ah, so you say you're not even ticklish, but that usually means you're, like, super ticklish," said Frank, which pretty much insured that she'd be inflicting tickle torture upon poor Felix sometime in the near future. Not right away though, mostly because they were moving in a sort of away from the dormitory direction. See, there was a problem with Felix's rather logical assertion that they should be heading toward the club room: Frank didn't know that. She didn't have a clue where the school radio station happened to be house, though she figured that there was probably a building to go toward.

Still, it probably turned out for the best that she didn't have any idea, seeing as the "plan" had obviously changed. "You're right; you obviously wouldn't try to trick anybody. I can tell just by looking at you," agreed Frank with some hearty nodding. She moved back to fling an arm around Felix's shoulder, pulling him in for a one-armed hug. "So we'll just---did you say pancakes? Pancakes are amazing, just so long as you're talking about pancakes and not waffles, which are the evil twin cousin of the pancake. but you can so load pretty much whatever you want into a pancake. Yesssss, I have decided. We shall head to the cafeteria, and you shall make me delicious, delicious pancakes," and lo, there was more nodding.

Fortunately, Frank did know where the cafeteria happened to be: she practically lived there after all. So it was an easy matter to alter their course to head straight there. She kept her arm around Felix, feeling that would help guide him and insure that he didn't attempt to run away anytime soon. Which really just meant that this looked less like a kidnapping attempt and more like two students sneaking out of bed for a midnight snack.

"Is your power making pancakes?" Frank asked, obviously not able to stand more than a few seconds of silence. "'cuz that's a weird power, but then again, my power is that I can eat whatever I want, and I know this one girl who looks like a skunk and these two twins who, like, feel whatever the other person is feeling. Totally weird, right? So I guess pancake making could be a power, but is it? Huh, huh, is it? Is it?" and there was some poking now, but just with a finger into Felix's side was all.