~*~Genetically High RP (Role Play)~*~Unlike Any Other!~*~

[Gertrude McFuzz]

(Kind of good and bad for Gideon, huh?

Totally fine. Sylvester was temporary too.)

Avis grinned, "Okay, let's get guns!"

 

[trainfullachickens14]

(Yeah, I guess we'll se what happens...

)

Phillip smiled, then grew a very neutral expression, saying "Yeah, though let's hope everything's still there." As the group approached the courtyard and the sun began to make its final decent towards the horizon, some of the streetlamps lining the one-lane road began to flicker on. All the outdoor lighting at the campus was set on timers which automatically and gradually turned the lights on as it got darker. The timers were set up on an hour-long cycle where they turned on one of every four lights every 15 minutes in the one hour leading up to sunset. The cycle also reversed itself in the one hour before sunrise, gradually turning off the street lamps as the natural light level rose.
Dirk saw the lights turning on and breathed a sigh of relief. "Well that's good, we still have electricity; and I'd be willing to bet that if we still have power, we still have running water too." As the group finally reached the center of the campus, the sight of the automatic sprinklers on the courtyard lawn spraying the grass like normal confirmed Dirk's hunch. "Hmm..." he said with a grin, "what are the chances of a landline telephone working?"
"I think its fully possible, Phillip said, "and we can check that theory while we investigate the security building, there's a couple of those kinds of phones in there." He pointed to the left and said "the building's right down here." Dirk looked at the sky again, noticing that the storm he saw earlier was much closer than he thought. It must be caught in the Jetstream he thought as a sudden light gust of wind tore at his jacket. Dirk thought for a moment, then took off his red flannel jacket. Gathering his courage, he handed it to Avis. "Here," he managed, "you'll need this more than me when the rest of that wind gets here."

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Avis laughed, "Gosh, Dirk. We're stranded on a deserted island inside an alien barrier and you're being a gentleman? This is the part where we all commit cannibalism." She elbowed him playfully and took the jacket.

 

[trainfullachickens14]

Dirk blushed and chuckled a bit as Avis elbowed him, then something else caught his eye. He looked down the street and over the wall and saw Old Ironsides noticeably swaying in the wind. Old Ironsides was an absolutely massive red maple tree, which sat just outside the campus wall near the parking lot, that was rumored to have been sitting on the top of the mountain since before the island housed a fort during the American Civil War. Some people said that the tree had been planted by an american farmer sometime during the Revolutionary War, while others said it was even older than that; by any record or account, the mighty maple was at the very least three-hundred years old. Nonetheless, the tree was massive by any definition of the word. The trunk was very nearly twelve feet thick at a person's eye-level, and the upper branches reached over two-hundred-and-fifty feet above the ground. The way it had gotten the name Old Ironsides was for a number of reasons, the main one being that the tree seemed to be almost immortal. In the past hundred years since people had started taking notice of the tree's indestuctibility, Old Ironsides had been hit by dozens of small cars, three large box trucks, five tractors, had been struck directly by lightning at least fourty times, and had sustained a storm the size of a category-three hurricane. In addition, the tree had shed and regrown nearly seventy metric tons of limbs and branches during that time period and was still very much alive to this day. Though several years before, Old Ironsides had almost met its match at the hands of man. The giant maple was very nearly cut down and mulched because city officials from the nearby town of Tremont had said the tree was too close to the phone lines leading ot of the campus. A months-long battle between the school and the city finally uncovered that Ironsides was technically on the school's property, which was privately owned, and not the city's, and the tree was saved. The tree was a mascot of sorts for the students and the school as a whole, though Dirk now noticed that some of the tree's appendages were bouncing irradically in the rising winds. "Hey, take a look at Ironsides," Dirk said as the group approached the security building, "some of those branches look like they might come off in this wind."
"I wouldn't worry about Old Ironsides," said Phillip, "he can more than handle himself." As they entered the building, Phillip turned on the lights and said "Alright, the weapons storage should be up on the North side of the second floor, and I know there's a landline phone in the main office, which is in the South-West corner of the third floor." As they headed towards the stairs, Dirk said "I'll investigate the main office, how about you check on the weaponry situation, Phillip?" "Call me 'Phil'," he said, "and sure, I know how to get into the weapons locker anyways."

(Avis can choose to go with either one of them, or go off on her own to try and find something else useful to do. Your choice!)

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Avis grinned, "Okay Phil, let's get some guns."

(I'm evil. Totally toying with Dirk. ;D)

 

[trainfullachickens14]

(

poor Dirk, he's being toyed with and abused by his crush and myself!)

"Right," Phil replied. With that the group split up, with Phil leading the way to the weapons locker while Dirk continued up the stairs to the top floor. "I'll holler if I find anything!" he called down the stairway as he went. Phil led Avis through the somewhat erie Aquila High security building which, though fully lit, had a very dark feeling to it. There was no sign of any people whatsoever, but that was the creepy part... absolutely nothing else was out of place or wrong. Office equipment and personal items still cluttered the few desks on this floor, a small light on a printer was flashing to indicate that it had recently finished its printing task, there was even a full cup of coffee and a plate of fresh donuts sitting next to the printer. Phil's spine tingled as he passed his dad's desk, but he quickly averted his gaze. He quickly found the weapon storage locker, which was about the size of a small closet, and bent down to examine the locks. "We've got an industrial padlock and a combination lock on here. I can get the padlock no sweat, but the combo lock might be a bit more of a problem." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large paperclip and an icepick, unfolded the paperclip, then started working on picking the big clunky padlock.
"Take a look around and see if you can find anything that might help with the combo lock, Avis." Phil said as he jiggled his make-shift tools around inside the keyhole of the lock. "Look for something like a scrap of paper with a number that looks like a 5-didget combination or maybe a pair of bolt-cutters or something."

Meanwhile, Dirk searched the third floor for the main office and, hopefully, a working landline telephone. As he searched, he noticed the winds whistling outside the building. He didn't hear any significant rain yet, but he knew it would be coming soon.


Back with the rest of the main group, Connie had been pondering the potential threat that the approaching storm could pose, and said to Gideon "I don't think we'll be able to safely send out a scouting party tonight. We need to just get everybody inside the main school building where its safer. We don't really need medical supplies right now, nobody's hurt that we know of, and there's more than enough food and water inside the main building and the other directly connected buildings for us to go one night or even a few if we have to. I say we hunker down for tonight away from this storm and start getting what else we need in the morning."

 

[trainfullachickens14]

P    poor Dirk, he's being toyed with and abused by his crush and myself!)

"Right," Phil replied.  With that the group split up, with Phil leading the way to the weapons locker while Dirk continued up the stairs to the top floor.  "I'll holler if I find anything!" he called down the stairway as he went.  Phil led Avis through the somewhat erie Aquila High security building which, though fully lit, had a very dark feeling to it.  There was no sign of any people whatsoever, but that was the creepy part... absolutely nothing else was out of place or wrong.  Office equipment and personal items still cluttered the few desks on this floor, a small light on a printer was flashing to indicate that it had recently finished its printing task, there was even a full cup of coffee and a plate of fresh donuts sitting next to the printer.  Phil's spine tingled as he passed his dad's desk, but he quickly averted his gaze.  He quickly found the weapon storage locker, which was about the size of a small closet, and bent down to examine the locks.  "We've got an industrial padlock and a combination lock on here.  I can get the padlock no sweat, but the combo lock might be a bit more of a problem."  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large paperclip and an icepick, unfolded the paperclip, then started working on picking the big clunky padlock.
"Take a look around and see if you can find anything that might help with the combo lock, Avis." Phil said as he jiggled his make-shift tools around inside the keyhole of the lock.  "Look for something like a scrap of paper with a number that looks like a 5-didget combination or maybe a pair of bolt-cutters or something."

Meanwhile, Dirk searched the third floor for the main office and, hopefully, a working landline telephone.  As he searched, he noticed the winds whistling outside the building.  He didn't hear any significant rain yet, but he knew it would be coming soon.


Back with the rest of the main group, Connie had been pondering the potential threat that the approaching storm could pose, and said to Gideon "I don't think we'll be able to safely send out a scouting party tonight.  We need to just get everybody inside the main school building where its safer.  We don't really need medical supplies right now, nobody's hurt that we know of, and there's more than enough food and water inside the main building and the other directly connected buildings for us to go one night or even a few if we have to.  I say we hunker down for tonight away from this storm and start getting what else we need in the morning."

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Avis grinned, "Actually Phil, you're in luck. I am a total klutz and forget my combination nine times out of ten. So, wouldn't you know it, I've become a bit of a safecracker. Not any of that fine-tuned tinkering, but this is just like my locker."



Gideon nodded, "Yeah. Let's get everyone in."

 

[trainfullachickens14]

Avis grinned, "Actually Phil, you're in luck. I am a total klutz and forget my combination nine times out of ten. So, wouldn't you know it, I've become a bit of a safecracker. Not any of that fine-tuned tinkering, but this is just like my locker."



Gideon nodded, "Yeah. Let's get everyone in."

Phil turned toward Avis, cocked an eyebrow, and said "Is that so? Well, even though I highly doubt that your school locker is secured with a one-hundred-and-twenty dollar, five-didget combination lock the size of a softball, I'll take your word for it and let you take a crack at the combo lock." He turned back to the padlock he was working on, saying "Now if I could just... get this... thing to... give..." He started grunting a little and his movements with his little instruments became a little more forceful as he continued "Come on you... stupid... little...... almost... there... aaaaannnndd..." A loud click sounded from the large padlock as the mechanism finally triggered, followed by a pop and a low, dull clunk as the lock bar released and the nearly four-pound lock fell to the floor. "Ha HA! Yes, got it!" Phil said in excitement and triumph as he picked up his tools and the padlock. He then stepped aside and gestured with one hand to the combination lock, saying "I believe its your turn now, madame."


Connie turned to the group and said "Everyone, listen up! There's been a change of plans; we're postponing the scouting trip and the supply trips until the morning due to the approaching storm! For right now, we're all going to head into the main school building and take shelter in the basement gym! I suggest that if you would prefer not to stand out in the wind and the rain that you start heading that way now!" The wind was picking up to the point where Connie was beginning to have to yell to be heard well, but the message still got across just fine and everyone started heading towards the relative safety of the main school building.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Avis grinned and bowed. She knelt down and closed her eyes.

Whir…whir…whir…click! Whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…click! Whir…click! Whir…whir….whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…click! Whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir…whir….CLICK!

"Got it!" said Avis triumphantly. She turned the knob and opened the door, "Ta-daaaaa!"