Post by Felix Nicholas on Mar 1, 2016 11:27:14 GMT -6
Well. Wasn't this going to be quite an... Issue. Felix couldn't help a small embarrassed grin spread across his lips as the horrible realisation settled in.
He quickly skimmed through his options... He could ring- No. He'd, of course, stupidly left his phone back in his desk drawer at the radio station... Leaving him up a creek without a paddle.
He had to give them some credit... The students were upping the stakes; Although the teacher wished they hadn't selected him to be the recipient. Since the announcement that the Academy was pulling the annual spring break holiday due to the raising tensions towards mutants, the younger students had struck up some sort of revenge plot against the "adults" of the school, whom they clearly blamed for their long anticipated break being, in their eyes, cruelly taken from them.
This vendetta had quickly escalated, and now the music teacher found himself on the receiving end of it.
An early morning swim in the Academy's pool had swung way out of the music teacher's favour, as upon drying off from the shower it had become painfully obvious that the pile of fresh clothes he'd brought with him had mysteriously left the premises. It didn't take a genius to come to the conclusion that Felix was the latest victim of the Bellefonte students' revenge efforts. With nothing more then a towel at his disposal and with no one else in the near by vicinity, Felix was fast running out of options. He'd made a dash for the doorway which led back into the main area of the school, slowly peering out from the pool doors; The hallway was thankfully vacant of students... The early morning usually met most younger members of the school were too busy lounging in bed.
If he could make it to the radio station, he could reach his phone... Call Franck, or Addy, Or Erika... Anyone with the ability to retrieve something better then towel to cover himself with.
Stripped naked save for the towel wrapped tightly around his waist, Felix listened intently for any sounds of approaching footsteps; Nothing... He bit his bottom lip, gearing himself up, before stepping out into the hallway. The teacher then hurriedly made a break for it; Desperately hoping that he didn't run into anyone.
He quickly skimmed through his options... He could ring- No. He'd, of course, stupidly left his phone back in his desk drawer at the radio station... Leaving him up a creek without a paddle.
He had to give them some credit... The students were upping the stakes; Although the teacher wished they hadn't selected him to be the recipient. Since the announcement that the Academy was pulling the annual spring break holiday due to the raising tensions towards mutants, the younger students had struck up some sort of revenge plot against the "adults" of the school, whom they clearly blamed for their long anticipated break being, in their eyes, cruelly taken from them.
This vendetta had quickly escalated, and now the music teacher found himself on the receiving end of it.
An early morning swim in the Academy's pool had swung way out of the music teacher's favour, as upon drying off from the shower it had become painfully obvious that the pile of fresh clothes he'd brought with him had mysteriously left the premises. It didn't take a genius to come to the conclusion that Felix was the latest victim of the Bellefonte students' revenge efforts. With nothing more then a towel at his disposal and with no one else in the near by vicinity, Felix was fast running out of options. He'd made a dash for the doorway which led back into the main area of the school, slowly peering out from the pool doors; The hallway was thankfully vacant of students... The early morning usually met most younger members of the school were too busy lounging in bed.
If he could make it to the radio station, he could reach his phone... Call Franck, or Addy, Or Erika... Anyone with the ability to retrieve something better then towel to cover himself with.
Stripped naked save for the towel wrapped tightly around his waist, Felix listened intently for any sounds of approaching footsteps; Nothing... He bit his bottom lip, gearing himself up, before stepping out into the hallway. The teacher then hurriedly made a break for it; Desperately hoping that he didn't run into anyone.