[ Late into the afternoon, the high school buzzed with the nervous energy of kids chomping at the bit to leave. Geralt, or rather 'Gerald Rivers,' had survived his first day as custodian no worse for wear. A few smeared mashed potatoes scraped from the grouting in the cafeteria, and more than one late-period nosebleed mopped up in the halls. The students or the staff hadn't looked down their noses at me, at least to his face, and while he hadn't learned anything of note, Geralt had been ready to write his assignment off as easy.
— He had not accounted for the sort of havoc that can be wrought last minute by determined teenagers for whatever the hell 'Senior Prank Week' was. The final bell had rung, and Geralt was meandering outside the second-floor girls' bathroom, leaning on a broom and assessing the damage. Kids were unpredictable monsters no sign or silver could vanquish. ] Fuck.
[ Spotting a shock on blonde in his peripheral, Geralt doesn't immediately register that the girl approaching him is another orber. He loudly clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth to grab her attention. ] Don't go in there, kid. Some idiot was flushing cherry bombs and shit, and that's not me just swearing for the sake of it.
for Gwen ( construing )
— He had not accounted for the sort of havoc that can be wrought last minute by determined teenagers for whatever the hell 'Senior Prank Week' was. The final bell had rung, and Geralt was meandering outside the second-floor girls' bathroom, leaning on a broom and assessing the damage. Kids were unpredictable monsters no sign or silver could vanquish. ] Fuck.
[ Spotting a shock on blonde in his peripheral, Geralt doesn't immediately register that the girl approaching him is another orber. He loudly clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth to grab her attention. ] Don't go in there, kid. Some idiot was flushing cherry bombs and shit, and that's not me just swearing for the sake of it.