Saint Joseph School

(( I feel like this is more of a day to day then a topic or a story. Thought it would fit here best. It's open to all not just us quad 10er's. We at quad 10 always enjoy visitors.))

((I had a 3 page story that accidently got deleted so here's Cro!))

The door handle of the rustic old door clanked and twisted, nothing could compare to the sound of the sound of old steel on steel. The door swung into the room and first thing out of the room could be herd was the drowning music coming from a rather loud sound system. The room instantly shook and pounded to the sound of the sub woofer and the deep harmonic sounds of Heavy Metal music. The sound could only describe as obnoctiously loud. A figure hesitated on its way out of the room and the music switched off, the figure proceeded out and closed the door behind him. Oddly the sounds didn’t stop from his room, low hums and machinery buzzed out from the room and went silent as the door clanked shut.

There stood the student known as Chronology, he wore a thick rubber apron, and thick pig skinned welding gloves, he wore no shirt and thick baggy pants and his work boots thudded each step he took, it didn’t seem to make a difference even with the carpet on the floor. His clothing was covered in burn marks, scrapes and rips. He wore no shirt underneath his apron and he seemed covered in grease and dirt. He stood hunched over with a device in one hand and in the other he held air. His bangs limped over his goggles he pushed one aside and looked over at his new room mate with a serious look. Though his eyes hidden beneath thick dark welding goggles and stared at the other male in the room. For a short moment there was nothing said just and odd silence, then out of nowhere he smirked with this silly look on the scientists face….

He held up the device a canister of sorts “Mischief is hard work….its a smoke bomb” he said. Cocking an eyebrow and gesturing at the door with a smirk as if to say “want to come and misbehave?”

((Oh hey you found that story i lost it hahaha yes enjoy the door matt infront of the door that says "www.wel.come" =P ))

Stoned stalks over the Sjs campus heading to his quad. opening the doors to the school itself he decides to detour and see Cro forgetting school has been in session for some time. Just his luck it was between periods, but he didn't care. he didn't see all the people giving him wide eyed stares and gasps of horror. All night Stoned had been looking for "him", questioning villians every where.

No wonder why people were staring, his granite form covered in char and blood some of it being his own. Something was blocking his way from going to see cro. it angered Stone. More and more things seemed to be pushing stone away. Bellowing loudly stone roughly starts sweeping the things holding him back aside.

making his way to the infirmary he see's cro. mre importantly he see's himself in the reflection of the window. horrified at how horrible her looks. granite fading away Stoned manages to find his way back to his quad getting to the door where he passes out in the hallway.

A woorling pool of air sworles above a few runs carved into the floor of the typical boys dorm. Socks clothing tossed in one corner some more in the other, unclear on to witch pile was clean or durty. A peace of lose paper tumbles and sworlls into the vortex of air, the three runes glow and his anchors bring him from his last location.

A crack and time space warped and cron stood there in his room, the loose pace of paper smaking him in the face. Taking the almost stuck peace from his face, crumpled and tossed it over his sholder.

Moments passed as he undressed himself and layed on the bed that the school provided for him. the chill of the room made him struggle with the messy sheats kicking off papers and midnight attempts at homework and odd drawings that appear in diffrent languages of all types mostly unlegable. Drawings, pencles, a shaperpener where kicked to the floor and he fianly burried his face into the pillow closing his eyes rather sore and tiard.

Exactly one miniet passed before his alarm sliped to 7 am. The music of the local paragon rock station blared though the small closite called his dorm, the vocals of Disterbed bore into his dweary skull almost as bad as the beep from his alarm.

Cron looked weakly up in dismay at the alarm the red digital print displayed the time and he couldent bring himself to turn it off. burring his face back into his pillow ".........Fuck!" expeled muffled into his pillow and he got back up and started to get ready for class.

Contrapasso digged in his locker, grabbing the textbooks he needed for his next class. He turned away and pressed through the throng of students making his way to class.

"Contra!"

He turned at the sound of her voice. He pressed his way towards where she stood, smiling, waiting.

"Aren't you going to ask me to dance?" She giggled softly, and Contra took her hand in his as the music started.

Contra was rudely jarred from his dream by the sound of someone entering the room. He glanced over. Looked like Cronology was coming in late. Again.

He relaxed and thought back on his dream. It seemed like every night this week he'd dreamed of her. Why couldn't he get her out of his head? She was just too beautiful, too sweet.

A slight frown flickered across his face. Why was that troll focusing so much attention on her lately? Trolls couldn't be trusted. They weren't as bad as the Tsoo... Contra glanced over at the bed where Autumn slept. Tsoo. At least they weren't showing interest in her, too. But something should be done about that troll. He didn't want to risk Roxy getting hurt.