Snippet #1975280

Kevin DuVaye

The students didn't seem to be too bothered by the presentation and none of them seemed to be asking the teachers for their help for anything, so the teachers all gave up from boredom and went off on their own. The students weren't the only ones excited for the free hour before dinner. They had stuff to do and it did not include hanging around here with all these weird, whacked children. Was that girl talking to a chair? Or to herself? Creepy. But nothing they weren't used to, of course. They knew all this stuff when they signed up for this job. And the teachers were all specially chosen--although they didn't know that. For their job interview, they were made to take a psychological and personality test and were basically chosen based on their results on those. After all, it took a few near-crazies to take care of the total-crazies.

"Listen, The Idiot, I'm not going to help someone who can't follow the crowd and figure out for his own self where a couple of dorm rooms are. Especially since you look like some stupid hero cast-off from a fucking comic book from the fuckass fifties. So unless you have a better idea of what the hell you're doing, then leave me the fuck alone." Well. That was no way to treat a hero. No way at all. Nobody treated a hero that way except for the... Oh! Oh dear! Oh no! This guy! Kevin knew exactly who this guy must be! He took an appalled step back, putting his guard up. "I'm Reno Sol. Now tell me your real fucking name and we can go from there." A trick! It had to be! He was trying to learn The Mask's secret identity to use it against him! Well! The Mask would not fall for that one!

Kevin pointed accusingly at the bleach-blond-haired male. The one with the cocky attitude and the nasty words that should never, ever be repeated around a young child. Why, Kevin felt offended just having to hear them. Well, and also because they had been aimed at him. "You! I will not give away my secret identity! What kind of fool do you take me for?" He gripped his "mask"--a.k.a, the thin piece of blue cloth covering his eyes that he'd made himself--and adjusted it to make sure it was still on nice and tight. "And you, sir, are no citizen at all, are you? You...you're a villain! A heinous fiend! A follower of all things dark and evil! Well, you can't fool me with your good-guy facade!"

He backed up a little more, planning on making a dramatic exit. "I don't have time for you now, 'Reno Sol'--if that's even your real name! What kind of villain name is that anyway? It's kind of lame. I'll give you something better..." He paused a moment as if he forgot what sort of situation he was even in, and as if he were having a cool and casual conversation with this kid he'd never met before, before snapping out of it with a shrug. "I'll think of it." He became suddenly as dramatic as before, pointing his finger again. "But I will return! So you better watch out! For..." Dramatic pause. "The--ahh! Ow!" Somewhere during the dramatic pause, Kevin turned around to run off (dramatically, of course), and ended up turning and running into one of the chairs, awkwardly tripping over the armrest, and falling flat on his face. He sniffed, eyes going watery, but he managed not to cry as he picked himself up and brushed himself off. He sniffed again, pointing at Reno once more. "You... Don't think that'll work again, you fiend! I'll be back!" And with that, he ran off in a much less dramatic and much more careful fashion.

When Kevin did finally make it to the dorms, he felt way out of sorts. He checked his schedule, which told him he was supposed to be in room 1, but that didn't feel...right. He looked around, feeling all too lost, even though he was standing right outside his dorm room door, staring at the number, frowning and squinting at it as if it could stare back. Yeah, definitely a trap. He looked around again and saw a couple people talking, but didn't want to interrupt them. What if they were spies? Ah! There! She looked brave! Just as a raven-haired girl was shutting a door with the number 10 marked on it, Kevin was there, frowning that he hadn't managed to catch her in time. Hesitating, he knocked and waited, rocking on the heels of his feet.