Post by Frank "Sunny" Laffont on Apr 23, 2014 20:11:26 GMT -6
"THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME!" crowed Frank, who clearly still possess no understanding of stealth in the slightest. In her defense, it was ridiculously early in the morning. Most of the Academy remained peacefully slumbering in their beds. Even Frank would've been in bed herself, if her bed hadn't effectively become a place for storing various laundry and other things, mostly involving food and food packages.
Frank had gotten as prepared for this as she possibly could. She'd left her bag with Trevor, which consisted of a few changes of clothing, including at least one costume, and a gross amount of food. And she actually dressed down for this adventure too, well, dressed down in Frank standards. Her jeans were more or less the normal blue colored, though perhaps with a few more pockets than would've been normal for female pants. She had a t-shirt on as well, black with a brilliant pink horse on the front. A jacket, also with far too many pockets, covered that. In other words: there was a decided lack of glitter, sparkle, fire, or any of the other usual adornments that generally covered a Frank Cox outfit.
And Frank loved that the plan had switched from the courtyard to the cafeteria. She had made sure to swing by Solkat's bunk to get her up and stuff, and had given the girl some imported honey that she'd ordered off Trevor. Frank, being Frank, had then talked to the poor girl all the way to the cafeteria, though at least she had the good sense to keep quiet (mostly because Solkat pointed this out partway there).
"You'll love it out there! Trevor, that's the guy doing the planning, he's got this thing setup for us to head all the way to this cool place in the next town over where they've got this totally awesome convention thing right now, and you'll like Erika too. Sorry we couldn't get anyone else, but we had to make sure this was all super secret and junk; don't worry though, it'll be awesome! Oh look, poptarts," for they had, at some point in that giant block of text, at last arrived in the cafeteria. Frank, being Frank, headed straight for the Pop-Tart stand, grabbing a couple to munch upon while she looked around, wondering if Trevor and/or Erika was somewhere hiding or something. She wouldn't have put it past either of them. "Erika? Trevor?" she hissed in a near stage whisper, looking around for one or the other of them.
Frank had gotten as prepared for this as she possibly could. She'd left her bag with Trevor, which consisted of a few changes of clothing, including at least one costume, and a gross amount of food. And she actually dressed down for this adventure too, well, dressed down in Frank standards. Her jeans were more or less the normal blue colored, though perhaps with a few more pockets than would've been normal for female pants. She had a t-shirt on as well, black with a brilliant pink horse on the front. A jacket, also with far too many pockets, covered that. In other words: there was a decided lack of glitter, sparkle, fire, or any of the other usual adornments that generally covered a Frank Cox outfit.
And Frank loved that the plan had switched from the courtyard to the cafeteria. She had made sure to swing by Solkat's bunk to get her up and stuff, and had given the girl some imported honey that she'd ordered off Trevor. Frank, being Frank, had then talked to the poor girl all the way to the cafeteria, though at least she had the good sense to keep quiet (mostly because Solkat pointed this out partway there).
"You'll love it out there! Trevor, that's the guy doing the planning, he's got this thing setup for us to head all the way to this cool place in the next town over where they've got this totally awesome convention thing right now, and you'll like Erika too. Sorry we couldn't get anyone else, but we had to make sure this was all super secret and junk; don't worry though, it'll be awesome! Oh look, poptarts," for they had, at some point in that giant block of text, at last arrived in the cafeteria. Frank, being Frank, headed straight for the Pop-Tart stand, grabbing a couple to munch upon while she looked around, wondering if Trevor and/or Erika was somewhere hiding or something. She wouldn't have put it past either of them. "Erika? Trevor?" she hissed in a near stage whisper, looking around for one or the other of them.