Fortune Hunting (April 2009)

[narakunohana]

Quest Name:

Fortune Hunting

Format:

Singular

Reward:

+3 Experience Points

Scenario:

PHS #42 has been known for it's eccentric traditions amongst the native students, and they have opened an easter event for everyone to join in and have fun with. Yes, that includes transfers! How touching!

Your task is to find four eggs: The Red Heart egg, The Blue Spade Egg, The Green Clover Egg, and the Yellow Diamond Egg. They are scattered all over the school, and are guarded by silly boobietraps made by the seniors. Good luck trying to get through them, they're not as easy to get through as you would think.

After collecting all four, you are to give them to Miss Clavering, the School Doctor, who gives you a special prize: ANOTHER FREAKING EGG. What's the difference? It's white. It's somewhat like an oversized white M&M. You eat it. Yum.

After eating it, you feel... strange effects on your body, almost as if it made you stronger. Amazing!

Requirements:

• A minimum of 400 words is required.
  
• What boobietraps your character has to go through is at your discretion, they just have to go through four of them. One for each egg.
  
• After going through the trials, the character will be required to eat the egg given to them by Ms. Clavering. This Egg will be a canon rationale for the +3 point boost. To how your character physically feels this change will be up to you, and this part of the Event is optional.
  
• Each post must have the word "hungry" at least once.
  
• All entries must be in by midnight of April 26th.
  

[narakunohana]

THIS EVENT IS OPEN!

... very late opening. My apologies.

[Trizen Takano]

Fortune Hunting

"You should go for the hunt, Trizen."

"I don't know... why would anyone want to do something like this for free?"

"From my understanding, it's a Moral Crest tradition. C'mon! You should be enjoy these celebrations in your youth!"

"Forgive me, Doctor Clavering, if I don't seem over exuberant about any of this. Besides, this school's got issues. There are more pranksters than fighters in this school -- not that I'm complaining."

"You work here everyday after school. You deserve a break."

"By going Easter Egg hunting? No thanks."

The good Doctor put down her tools. The two stood across the room from each other, separated by patient whose forearm snapped in two -- by a senior no less.

"Trizen," she started with a hint of frustration in her voice, "If you don't do this Egg Hunt, I'd hate for you to be sitting beside this poor student here... I hear the students are getting rougher nowadays."

"Did you just threaten me, Doctor Clavering?" the boy said with a raised brow.

"No. Threats don't usually provoke action of any sort. Unless you're calling me a liar."

Trizen took a deep breath and semi-glared the Doctor. He knew he would be making a mistake.

"Wonderful..." the young boy would be hanging upside down tied up in layers of string. The bit of a flashback he had was his way of explaining to the tribal leaders before him why he was in their territory.

"So, that's it? That's why you're here? Because a teacher made you?" One of the Astek looking leaders spoke up. He was shirtless and wore a large blue crown marked with a spade. Feathered around the crown were different assortments of long and short feathers. Different shades of blue, white and... well... blue. The makeup this man wore makeup that symbolized his dominance over the Spades. The blue spades. For some reason, all these four leaders had their own themes going. This particular one, was a blue and white spade god... or something rather that was inspired by the Azteks.

"I don't believe you," one of the other leaders said, "You're here to steal OUR eggs!" With that, the obviously most outspoken of the four leaders whacked the fifteen year old with a blunt pole. They all had blunt poles. This one was dressed like a warrior. With a closer glance, Trizen figured him to be something out of Roman mythology. He wore black and red armour, from his helmet right down to his steel pointed boots. The helmet's forehead was marked with a large red heart. Ok, maybe outspoken was the wrong word. Passionate? Whatever the case, the fact that he hit the boy meant Trizen was going to make sure he knew pain. David Blaze would have probably done the same thing.

"He seems completely genuine about it," one of the leaders said. She was cute and Trizen slightly blushed when she put her soft hand on his right cheek. She was obviously a lefty and Trizen made sure to keep note of that. She was made up like a Hindu goddess. The Takano boy recognized that she was trying to resemble the one known as Lakshmi. It was well suited seeing as how her crown wore a large yellow dymond. "He's so sweet. Can we keep him?"

"No," the tallest one said. He was obviously the leader. The redhead wore a full green suit and hat, which obviously pushed for his sort of... Irish... or Scottish... something. Trizen couldn't recognize what he was suppose to be. He couldn't remember which one it was. Either way, the man in the green suit proud wore the four-leafed clover on the back of his jacket. How'd he know this? The coolest guy never spoke facing the group. That just wouldn't be cool. "We'll hold a trial. If he's passes, we let him go. If he doesn't... heh... beat the snot out of him."

With that last bit said, Trizen's stomach growled.

'Great... now I'm hungry...'

[ Will post more later ]

[Ryuu]

I can’t believe I got myself into this... Ryuu’s arms were folded across his chest, his index finger of his left hand tapping impatiently against his right arm, looking extremely pissed off, as he hung suspended slightly off the ground in a net. If this were an anime, Ryuu would have an anger mark on his forehead. But seeing as this was not an anime, there was no such indication that Ryuu was becoming more and more frustrated. How did Ryuu end up in the net in the first place? Well...

- 6 hours ago –

“A Easter Egg hunt?” Ryuu asked in disbelief, as his hand hovered in mid-air from reaching up to grab one of his books on the top shelf of his locker. “Why the hell would I want to participate in it anyways?” Ryuu frowned at Kyoko, wondering if the sunlight had finally gotten to her, since she spent all her free time sketching outside underneath the cherry blossom tree in their backyard. “C’mon Kazu, I heard from Yuki that it’s a tradition in the school.” “So why do I have to do it? Why can’t you do it?” “I have very important... business to attend to.” Liar.” “C’mon Kazu, do it for me, pleeeease?” “Hrrrr... fine, I’ll do it, but only for you and only because you asked so nicely.” “You’re the best Kazu.” “Yeah yeah, you owe me.” “I know, oh, I forgot, the hunt starts today, sorry Kazu.” “...” Ryuu sighed in exasperation, as he palmed his face, “Thanks for the warning onee-chan...” Slamming his locker door shut, Ryuu picked up his empty shoulder bag, and started the hunt.

He started down the hallway, which for some odd reason, was completely devoid of any students. This is weird... Where is everybody? Ryuu looked left and right as he continued down the hallway, his footsteps making dull thumps against the floor. Just as he thought he was the only one around, he was proven wrong. Out of nowhere, he felt himself pushed sideways, and was sent flying straight into an empty classroom, his eyes wide with surprise as he landed on his ass. "Ow..." he groaned in pain, as he rubbed his tailbone. The door then closed with a click, followed by the sound of the door locking. “... I’m locked in...” Ryuu pulled his cell phone, but saw he couldn’t get a signal in here, which meant he couldn’t call Kyoko and ask her to let him out, and on top of that, he heard his stomach growl. This is just great... I’m hungry now. As he tucked his cell back in his pocket, he heard voices from the other side of the door. Picking himself up, Ryuu dusted himself off, before quietly tip toeing to the door and placed his ear against it, hearing four voices on the other side of the door, three males, and one female.

“...trying to get the eggs scattered around the school.” “Did you see the look on his face? That was priceless!” “So what do we do with him? We can’t keep him locked in there forever; we’ll have to let him out eventually.” “We’ll let him out... when this is over!” “You’re cruel.” “Maybe, but at least this way, he won’t be getting our egg!” “Where is our egg anyways?” “Your memory is terrible. I hid it in the Chem lab, in the teacher’s drawer.” Teacher’s drawer, chem. Lab. Thanks... suckers. Ryuu stepped away from the door, and looked around the classroom. There were windows in front of him, except the only part that opened, was the top portion. Not a problem. Lifting up one of the desks near the window, Ryuu placed it as close to window as possible, before he climbed on top of it, and using his height to his advantage, managed to unlock the top part, and pushed the window open, hoisting himself through the window, before dropping to the ground lightly.

He then took off at a run, heading towards the science building, where the chemistry lab was. As he ran away from the classroom, he heard voice shouting, and turned his head to look back, and saw the four seniors that had ambushed him crowd around the window, all of them wearing red colored clothes, a heart emblem on the bandanna they wore around their left arm, as they cried out in exasperation. Chuckling quietly, Ryuu faced forward, and continued running to the Science building, as soon as he reached it, he ran to the chemistry lab, and flung the door open, running into the empty classroom. He then moved to the teacher’s desk, and began opening all the drawers, finally finding the Red Heart Egg in the top left drawer. Holding the egg gently in his hand, Ryuu looked around the classroom, trying to find something to cushion the egg in, and found the paper bin, and wrapped the egg in several sheets of paper, before storing it in his shoulder bag. He grabbed several sheets of paper to wrap the other eggs in, before making his way out of the chem lab.

Ryuu walked back into the main building, scratching the back of his head as he sighed in mild exasperation. He hoped this hut was worth the favor his sister owed him. As he turned around the corner of the hallway, he was faced with 4 seniors like before, except these four were wearing blue colored clothes, a spade emblem on the bandanna around their arm. “That’s the guy! He’s the one who managed to get one of the eggs!” “What the hell!?” Ryuu exclaimed, as he saw the seniors start to charge down the hill, as Ryuu turned and ran down the way he had come, but instead of running outside, he ran down an adjacent hallway, and ended up tripping on a trip rope laid down along the width of the hall activating yet another trap, this time, water balloons that had dye in them were sent flying at him as he picked himself up and ran, the water balloons smashing against the lockers, colouring the lockers blue, as he barely managed to run past, some even managing to land on him, colouring his blue jean jacket, as well as his black hair... blue. He could hear the seniors continue to chase after him, as he turned to his right into a hallway connected to the one he had been in.

“NO! That’s where our...” Ryuu didn’t catch the last part of the sentence, but as soon as he got past the water balloons with dye in them, he saw the Blue Spade Egg sitting at the end of the hallway on the window sill. Snatching it as he ran past, Ryuu opened his bag, and pulled out some sheets of paper, and wrapped the egg in it, before storing it in his bag and zipping it up. He then stopped running, and took in deep breaths as he walked, just how many more traps was he going to face before this was over? He walked into the courtyard to get some fresh air, but before he was able to relax, he saw the Green Clover Egg sitting up on the tree branch in the tree in front of him. As he ran towards it, before he could start climbing the tree, he found himself ambushed again, this time his foot had been caught in a rope, hoisting him up into the air, as he dangled underneath a tree branch by his ankle.“Got another one!” A male’s voice cried out, as four new seniors came crashing out of the bushes, dressed in green colored clothes, a clover emblem on the bandanna they wore around their arm.

“This makes what, the fifth student we’ve caught in our trap?” One of the other guys said, as they stood around Ryuu, who was upside down, he started to feel the blood rush to his head. “Heh, should we leave him hanging? He’s not going anywhere.” The third guy asked, as the other two guys grinned, though the girl looked a bit uncertain. All the same though, they began to walk away from Ryuu, who, even though the blood was rushing to his head, started to think of a way to escape. He had no knife on him, and honestly, why would he have one in the first place? With no chance to cut himself loose, Ryuu saw only one way out. Using all the upper body strength he could muster, Ryuu attempted to stretch his arms up and reach the rope tied around his ankle, but the first time, he didn’t even make it, and ended up flopping back down. It took Ryuu a few more tries after, and a few muffled grunts, before his fingers finally managed to brush against the rope, he gritted his teeth and concentrated even more, pushing his arms to the limit, before finally managing to wrap his fingers around the rope, and hoisted himself up a bit, and wrapped his other hand around the rope.

Taking a minute to rest, Ryuu stole a glance behind him at the seniors who trapped him, they were a bit away, their backs facing him, as they chatted away with each other, laughing loudly a few times at some jokes told it seemed. Turning away from them, Ryuu began to pull himself up the rope, slowly making his way up the rope, until he reached the tree branch, and hoisted himself up on the branch. He then proceeded to untie the rope around his ankle, once his ankle was free, Ryuu reached behind him, and took hold of the Green Clover Egg, and opening his bag, wrapped it in sheets of paper and placed it in his bag. Poking through the leaves of the tree, he saw the seniors were still talking away to each other. Perfect. Poising himself on the tree branch, Ryuu leaped down from the branch, and landed on the ground, before proceeding to sprint away. “HEY!” One the guys exclaimed, pointing at Ryuu’s retreating back, “He escaped!” They began to tear after Ryuu, but Ryuu had already gone inside the main building, and was running down the hallway at full speed. He was so busy trying to run, that he did not notice his foot step on a net, not until it was too late, and found himself once more, hoisted up into the air, this time caught in a net. What the!? Ryuu began thrashing around inside the net, clearly not happy. “What the--I’m not prey!” Ryuu continued to thrash around for a bit, before giving up, and stopped wasting his energy.

- Present –

Ryuu continued to tap his left index finger against his right arm, clearly still very much pissed off. Even though he was pissed off, he was still trying to figure out how to get out. Damn it, I don’t have a blade, and it’s too high for me to try and untie the net. If only I had something to cut the net with, but all I have is my bag, which has the eggs and my pencil bag... My pencil bag! Ryuu quickly unzipped his bag, and began shifting through the paper he had in his bag, before managing to find his pencil bag, and pulled it out, unzipped it, and pulled out the pair of scissors inside. Why didn’t he use his scissors to the cut the rope from before you ask? Well the rope was too thick for the scissors to cut through, duh. Ryuu then began to quickly snip through the net, cutting a hole out for him to escape through. Dropping to the ground, Ryuu then began to run at top speed, but not before something on the window sill on his right caught his eye. He stopped in mid-stride, and gaped at the item on the window sill. It was the Yellow Diamond Egg, and it was in plain sight. Ryuu looked to his left, then to his right, then below and above and seeing no traps, snatched the egg from the window sill, and high-tailed it to the school clinic, where Dr. Clavering was. He ran down the hallway at top speed, took a left, ran down the hallway, took a right, and ran a bit down the hallway, before reaching the school clinic. Stopping in front of the door, Ryuu took a moment to catch his breath, before opening the door, and walked in.

Closing the door behind him, Ryuu looked around, before seeing Dr. Clavering attending to an injured student. Ryuu walked forward, and as soon as he caught her attention, he held the Yellow Diamond Egg up wordlessly. He saw her nod, as he walked over to a table, and unzipping his bag, pulled out the three other eggs he had collected in his bag, and unwrapped them from the paper, before tossing all the paper in his bag into the recycle bin. He then handed over the four eggs to her, hoping all this was worth it, especially since his hair had been dyed blue. Once he handed the eggs over, Dr. Clavering held out something for him to take, as he reached out and took the item from her, and upon closer inspection, saw it was, drum roll please... Another egg. A white egg. He stared blankly at the egg, as his stomach growled again. He was still hungry. "... What the hell do I do with this?" He asked, staring blankly at the school doctor. "You eat it of course." "Eat it? Seriously?" Ryuu repeated in disbelief, but he was hungry, so shrugging his shoulders, Ryuu ate the egg in two bites, and swallowed it. "How was it?" Ryuu looked over at the doctor, pausing for a minute. "Tastes like... egg." Almost instantaneously though, after he eaten the egg, he felt strange, almost like he felt... stronger, for some reason. Raising an eyebrow at Dr. Clavering, Ryuu gave her a small smile, before turning and walking out of the clinic. Sure, his hair would be blue temporarily and his body was sore from all the running and traps, but he guess it wasn't all that bad. At least he got to finally eat something from all the trouble.

(OOC: Oookay, final word count, minus the time titles, 2,478 words.)

[Matrim Gallagher]

"So I've got to find these eggs.... weird. Seniors set traps? Huh, I wish I was a senior, oh wait, I am, why didn't I get the memo?" Matrim said, walking around Campus, "Maybe I should just take a nap.... Oh well, better get this over with. After all, School Spirit and such. I should get involved, even if this technically doesn't count as a sport. Besides, I'm interested with what my peers cooked up for traps...." He said, and the word cooked made his stomach rumble.

"Man I am really hu-" He said but his attention was diverted, he caught the sight of an egg, "Already? Wow their hiding spots are extremely crappy....." It was the Red Heart Egg. Matrim walked over to it, just lying in the grass like that. Matrim started to walk over, "Why are there branches and sticks lying ar-AHHHH!"

The ground gave and Matrim was falling. He reached out to grab the egg in his right hand, and he was falling his left hand reached up and he managed to get a grip on a root. He looked down to see sharpened sticks at the bottom, his face went into an utter look of shock and terror, "WHAT THE HELL MAN!?!?!?!?!" Matrim yelled, lifting his right arm up over the edge of the trap, pulling his weight up on the elbow he quickly let go with his left hand and reached up to pull himself and the egg over the edge of the trap. He was gasping for breath, "Nearly gave me another heart attack! I'm on my third heart already people......"

He got himself up out of the trap and dusted off the dirt, but put the egg in his book bag, heading out away from the trap, but testing the ground he walked on every single time he saw a stick. He was paranoid that there might be more traps like this for others. "Ok that's one egg down... where's the next egg? OH you have got to be kidding....." He said, and low and behold, next to a tree was another egg. Matrim walked over slowly, testing the ground, he got to the egg and there was a bunch of leaves and twigs over the ground, but he paid no attention since the ground was extremely solid. Instead he just grabbed the egg and turned around to walk off. Only to suddenly be pulled back by his right leg, he fell forward with his forehead hitting the ground, and then he was raised up by his ankle. He was upside down, hanging by the tree branch.

"At least they aren't trying to kill me with this one..." He said, looking around at his predicament. He took his book bag off and put his egg inside of it. When he stretched his hand out he was able to set the book bag down. Once he did this he swung back and forth and finally leaned forward while swinging to get a hold of that tree branch. "There we go....." And then the branch gave, Matrim fell on his ass next to his bag, but looked over to see that both eggs were safe and sound. He laid back, "Ooowowowow.... my ass hurts....." A girl walking by turned towards him and and giggled at the statement.

"Haha, very funny, the cute kid said his ass hurts," Matrim said, and flipped her the british version of the bird. The two finger salute! She giggled even more because his accent had come out when he said it, "Ok Matrim, a random fangirl is now going to follow you around.... maybe she was part of the trap.... what's your name girly?"

"Oh uhm... Bree," The girl said. And Matrim waved at her.

"Listen Bree, I'm spoken for, engaged and all, so... yeah sorry to disappoint. But listen, have you seen any Easter eggs? I got this red one and this blue one with the card symbols on it, but I think I need to find a Green one and a Yellow one...."

"Some seniors were messing with some sort of trap over there," She said pointing, "I think they had a Green egg....."

"Thanks, love," Matrim said, getting the rope off of his ankle and standing up, lifting his bag over his shoulder. He proceeded to limp to the place she had pointed at, and indeed there was a green egg. Matrim looked, but there was no sign of a trap in the clearing. It was near a school building but otherwise Matrim didn't see anything. He took his bag off for a moment in case something bad happened and he walked over to where the green egg was on the ground. He picked it up and looked around.

"Is that it? That's not even creative... there's no trap.... I'm kind of disa-" And just like that Matrim would disappear from sight, replaced by the image of a wooden panel about 4 feet by four feet, straight up in the air, facing the school, a pile of leaves crass and dirt coming off of it. Matrim would otherwise be found headfirst through a wall. The egg in his hand, which was outside of the building still. He had managed to put his free hand in front of him, and at least the part of wall he went through seemed to give a bit easily. He pushed himself out and fell to the ground, a bit light headed.

"This... can't be good.... for my head...." He said as blood trickled from his forehead. He got up and turned around, his vision blurring and his balance wasn't so good. He staggered to his bag, placing the green egg with the other two, and made his way to find the last egg. He went to the school building first because he was going to go to the restroom to wash his head, but then he saw in a classroom, the last egg, the yellow one, "Sweet dead Jesus this can all be over...."

Matrim walked into the classroom and picked the egg up, as soon as he did the classroom door shut on his own, and an alarm sounded, "This can't be good....."

Matrim saw metallic arms leave the sides of the walls, and buzzsaws came as if from nowhere, large ones, spinning at a deadly rate, "Fuck My Life!" He said, putting the egg in his bag and dodging a buzzsaw by ducking. Another one came in low and he jumped on a desk, which became shorter extremely fast after it's legs were cut. Matrim leapt through a window quickly, and landed hard on the ground, he had forgotten that he was on the second floor so the impact was unexpected and he didn't aim to absorb it like he should. His legs stung but he limped it off.

"Ok.... going to the nurse now.... no trouble at all, nope none what so ever...." He said, as he limped his way, bloody and tired, and awfully certain that one of his pant legs had managed to be cut off. On further examination, the left pant leg of his trousers had indeed managed to be cut off so that he was half short shorts, half pants. The material was bunched up at his ankle. But he made his way to the nurses office. He set down all four eggs and said, "Damn I'm hungry......." And low and behold he had achieved his goal in getting the glorious tasty looking egg. Of course, anything looked good at this point.

He ate it in one whole bite and immediately felt the effects, it was like... like the first time he got high, "Whoa.... I feel... whooooa dude... I feel funny..... Crazy......." Then again, it could of been the blood loss. Matrim started to walk away, but lost balance and fell onto an empty bed, and took a little nap, "This is...... amazing......"

[Roxy]

Easter. Roxy was never much on a holiday that had a religious meaning to it. The only parts of the holidays that she liked was the fun kids stuff. Who wouldn’t like to take candy from an over sized guy in a bunny costume. It defies the reasoning behind “Don’t take candy from strangers.” So much goes into these holidays that Roxy forgets what they really mean in the end and just enjoys herself anyhow.

Walking down the hallway Roxy stops at a bill board that had various papers pinned, tapped, stapled into the cork board. On each of these papers are announcements. Various activities that are partaking within the school walls. She would keep track just like some. Keeping tabs on what to keep her entertained while within the walls of the school.

Letting her eyes do the walking, they mixed and mingled over the various slips of paper, her eyes catching on one that she literally reached out and yanked from the wall.

“Easter Egg Hunt?”

She said quizzically as she read on more to herself rather than out loud. It seems the school was hosting a scavenger hunt for the students, an after school activity. The prize wasn’t mentioned but the paper instructed those that participated in the hunt to find the school doctor upon completion.

It sounded easy enough. At least so she thought. Tacking the paper pack onto the wall she read one more time the contents of the search which wasn’t much of a list. Decided that she would partake and turned to make her way towards her locker.

–Egg One–

Sure it seemed easy. But time would tell as she stood in the middle of the gym glazing up towards the ceiling.

“How the hell did they get it up there?”

The egg dangled, vibrant blue in color as it waited patiently to be retrieved. Roxy having no ability to fly looked around for other means to reach the roughly, 20 ft or more gym ceiling. It seemed impossible since it clearly was in the middle of the room.

Taking some time to look around the gym for a ladder of some sort she ended up empty handed. Clearly someone wanted you to work for this egg. She wasn’t liking the person who’s idea it was to put it up there.

Cursing under her breath she walked towards the bleachers, sat down and leaned against the next seat behind her, keeping her eye on the damned egg that was out of her reach. Throwing her head back in defeat she closed her eyes and just took a few breaths before opening them. Her eyes rested on the ceiling above her. Her eyebrow dipped in question at what she was looking at.

A pipe.

It seemed logical that she could get up there, maybe even shimmy her way towards the egg which rested near the pipe, which seemed pretty attached and sturdy. The only problem. How was she going to make sure that she wasn’t going to break her neck. She thought the game was fun and the idea of a prize seemed like a good thing. But killing herself over some stupid egg wasn’t logical or in her game plan.

Turning her head she had remembered the rope in the maintenance closet she had inspected earlier. “Hmm” The gears would turn in her head as she plotted out what she would do next as she retrieved the rope from the closet.

Moments later, her shoe laces of her boots were tightened and double knotted, her belt tightened on her jeans as she was making her way up the bleachers. Coming to the pipe, she tightened the rope which she had fashioned into a harness. Thankfully her rock climbing lessons last summer had prepared her for stupid activities such as this. Giving one last look while making a cross motion with her hand she tilted her head and then grabbed onto the pipe where the hinges held it to the wall.

It was easy enough at first. Her days back in Nevada during the summer when she went climbing with a group of school friends coming back with each careful place of her hands and feet. Making her way towards the top without so much as a slip up.

Spiderman, eat your heart out.

She thought as she now dangled upside down with her legs twisted around the pipe that hung. Turning herself upright on top of the hanging pipe she sighed out of relieve. With one swift motion she swept the rope around the pipe and tied it as a safety line. Once tied, she felt secure enough to start to shimmy. The line would and hopefully be long enough for her to make it towards the egg. Once she has it she would be able to move back and continue on back to the ground where she belonged.

Moving, the pipe made no sound. Roxy wasn’t heavy enough to cause it to groan or move in any manner which she was thankful for. It took time, but once she got closer to the egg she felt the rope around her waist tighten up and not able to move any further.

“Crap”

She muttered as she was forced strain her arm into reaching for it. It was slightly too far away. Her idea seemed deflated and not as easy as she had thought it to be. Grunting as she pulled herself to reach it. Her finger tips bounced off of it causing it to move away. She grunted in disapproval as she let it swing back. That caused her to have another revelation. Roxy would swing the egg in order for her to be able to get a grasp of it. It was an easy enough task.

So easy that it didn’t take her long to have the egg in full motion in into her hand in no time. She hadn’t realized that she had been holding her breath as she let it out and felt her lungs scream for air. Chuckling in success she held the egg in her hand. The blue colored oval had an imprint of a Spade. Strange thing to be put on an Easter egg. But she merely shrugged, her smile seemingly melting away as she then realized that she had to make her way back off the pipe and back on the ground in order to continue on.

Shaking her head, she got moving, slowly but surly until both feet were firming placed on the ground and the egg now in her possession.

–Egg Two–

Roxy had to psych herself up knowing that nothing could be as bad as climbing a wall. She had figured that the eggs would be in more random places and she just happened to find the one in that odd place. The rest should be a piece of cake.

Walking in the hallway she passed a window. Her eyes tend to focus on the outside world rather than where she was walking and as such she accidentally bummed into another student. She smiled and apologized. The kid didn’t seem too ecstatic nor did he seem to have any interest in Roxy. She took it well and good as she pretty much was brushed over, her eyes trailing after the kid her focus now on the back of his shirt which seemed to her as if someone had thrown paint all over it. It was odd but it never registered to her that she would be facing the same fate only minutes later.

She could see the egg. Placed at the end of the court yard. It was pretty and red just like the color of her hair that moved slightly as the wind picked it up. She had been forewarned about getting this egg. It seemed as if people had tried and failed, only to return with circle patterned spray on and all over their clothing. Paint ball was never a sport of hers. It seemed painful to just go about shooting another person. Guess she would try her luck.

The path between the start and the finish was lined with trees and bushes. No doubt other students hiding behind each one ready and waiting for their next victim. She knew a few had tried their luck and had failed. Roxy wasn’t much of a gambler but she was probably more agile and faster than most of the students in the school. She took pride on her running and this was a good chance to show if she had enough skill to bypass the students the laid hidden.

Feeling a bit assured that she could run the distance in no time flat but the fact that she had been wearing her flat boots would make it seemed uncomfortable if anything. Roxy suddenly longed for her ragged running shoes that laid in wait in her closet. Those poor rugged shoes. She promised herself that she would buy new ones soon.

Taking her mind away from her feet she gauged the play field. Her eyes wondering over the bushes the sun glinting off of a plastic surface. No doubt the barrel of one of the shooters. By now she was not alone, a few students behind her waiting to see what would happen. They didn’t want to get pegged as much as she did but watching someone get hit was an amusing sport to most.

Wiggling her fingers, she crouched down as if getting ready to sprint. Her eyes still scanning, catching one of the bushes that shivered only for a second of movement. Another crack of a branch letting her know there was no doubt more than 3 shooters. She would have to keep moving if she wanted to have a chance. If she hesitated, even paused for any moment of time she surely would be caught and shot. Taking her bottom lip in, she steadied herself, evened her breathing, flopped out her lip from her mouth and set off as if a gun as signaled her to go.

Her legs propelled her over the grass. Her boots making contact and standing firm as each foot quickly hit the ground. She heard the first shot, no doubt missing her since she did not feel any pain. It was an easy enough plan. Stick to running, don’t stop and sure in the hell don’t stay in a strait line. If she was going to be a target she would be a moving one.

Her legs moving her towards the side closer to the edge where the trees and bushes sat. Taking a leap, her foot quickly bounced off the tree, causing her to up in the air and fall with gravity, both feet hitting the ground a good foot or two as she continued to run, she was about half way there. By now the shooters were exposed. Each rising from their places to get a better shot at her, the target.

It seemed they all aimed and missed by mere centimeters, paint balls moving past her body, the popping sound each gun made vibrated in her ears, seemingly matching her furious heart beat that pounded in her chest. She was almost there.

Suddenly, in front of her, behind the area where the egg rested, a student appeared out of no where. Their supposed ace in the hole should someone make it past the few that had failed. A few out of ammo. Roxy was now face to face with the student in front of her, his gun taking quick aim as she was mere feet away from the egg. She could see his finger on the trigger as it pulled, the pop following suit, Roxy’s eyes widened as she quickly felt her feet slide from underneath of her body. Her butt and torso sliding feet first on the ground.

Her hand went out there was only one chance, and that one chance was all she needed. She slid and with one swoop, she now laid on the ground at full stop at the feet of the student who surprised her.

Looking up, her back on the ground, laying with a grin she now held the egg in her hands. Her smile widened with the satisfaction of the other mans defeat. She didn’t hear the crowds, not until she sat up and was helped by the student that almost caught her.

“Nicely done. You almost had me.”

They both shared a laugh as Roxy brushed off her back end. No doubt grass stained from the slide. Thanking the students with paint guns for the challenge she again grinned as she made her way back towards the school. Her eyes coming over the heart that was printed on the egg.

Gasping suddenly her body arched back. Laughter following suit as Roxy had been shot in the ass. The big red paint blot on her left buttocks, how about that for irony. Turning her torso to look at what happened she shook her head and just laughed. She may have just gotten shot but she still won. No one could take that away from her.

Now she just had to figure out where the other two were.

–Egg Three–

Rubbing her back end, the paint now dry, she was sure to have a bruise. Damn paint ball.

Stepping into the cafeteria, she had heard a rumor while leaving the court yard that there had been an egg hidden in here. She wasn’t sure how reliable the source was, but it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. After all she had two, there was only two more on the list. Green and Yellow.

It seemed as if she had been lucky thus so far since she had gotten away without much damage to her person. Well, beside the aching ass.

Moving towards the kitchen it seemed a bit silly for it to not have any one parading around like she had. But of course it was after school and most likely the cafeteria staff had clocked out by now.

“Where are you egg? Come out, come out where ever you are.”

Roxy chimed as her eyes continued to survey the area. Maybe it was just a rumor, one that would cause other students to detour them away from finding anything.

But then, turning her head, she seen it. The yellow egg, a vibrant color with the diamond just like the others. Raising her eyebrow she knew that there was no doubt another prank just like the others and her tush throbbed in reminder.

Stepping forward, she could feel something on her leg pushing against the fabric, looking down she saw it, the trip wire. Jumping back, she managed to escape the tumbling plastic bag that had been released. White powder spread on the floor.

Looking rather astonished Roxy took a closer look. It seemed someone had rigged trip wires all over the kitchen. Someone liked watching spy movies way too much. Roxy was slightly disappointed. How was she going to manage on getting an egg when you couldn’t even walk over any lines without tripping into one that was waist high.

Shaking her head she looked around. There was no one in the kitchen, no one behind her and she was completely alone. “What the hell, I might as well give it a try.” Deciding that her shoes would be more of a hindrance rather than any help. She bent over, unlaced them and took them off, placing them where she stood, her starting place.

Tucking in her shirt, making sure she had nothing that could get caught up in any of the wires. (Which she gauged were fishing line) Wiggling her hands she would take a step over and to the side to move away from the spilled white powder, no doubt flower since they were in a kitchen. Ducking her torso, she moved slowly. Unsure of the tension each line had or how much force would be to set it off.

She thanked herself for her agility and flexibility. They seemed to be helping her greatly as she literally did a backbend over one of the wires. Her hair brushing over the clear line as she looked on, pushing her feet upwards, making herself upright once again. It did remind her of one of those spy movies. Where the thief would come in, flex their way towards their bounty and make off with it without so much as an alarm set off.

Planting her foot on the other side of the kitchen, she saw no more wires, and with that, had grabbed her bounty which was the yellow egg.

Deciding that she wasn’t about to chance those trip wires at a second go to get back she took the back window above the sink out of the building. Now if she would have known about that sooner, she could have saved herself the trouble.

Walking barefoot, she backtracked back to the cafeteria, returning to her boots so that she may retrieved the final egg and be done with this scavenger hunt.

–The Final Egg–

Unscathed, partially. Free of anything other than the paint ball splatter on her right cheek of her pants she walked down the hall with ease. She had fared better than probably most but it still didn’t stop her from worrying about the last egg. Where was she going to find the green one?

Roxy’s eyes never stopped scanning the school, occasionally spotting colored eggs that she didn’t need. She knew there were traps or tricks which each egg. It seemed as if the seniors at this school had more time on their hands than most. Her being a senior never had a clue about this. She was just glad it was nothing dangerous or too harmful, at least from those that she had come across.

Turning into a hall, she decided to poke her head into a few class rooms. It seemed idealistic that one would place them into the rooms. She had been scanning most of the larger areas rather than the smaller rooms.

Poking her head in the first few rooms, to no avail did she find anything. Course by the fourth room she started to get a little disappointed. What if she didn’t find that last one, would her time spent be a waste?

Poking her head in the last room on the right, her eyes came to rest on the vibrant grass, green egg that sat as if on a pedestal on the teachers desk.

“There you are you pesky little egg. I’ve been looking for you.”

Its clover on the front displayed in proudness as Roxy took a step inside. Feeling the tug on her pants. It was far to late to move. She had broken the path of the trip wire and all she could do was suffer the consequences....

–Nurses Office–

Roxy’s jeans seemed to slop as she walked. Her faces squished in anger as she seemed to be fuming. O sure it was all fun and games. She had her fair share of fun. But this was over board.

Opening the door, Roxy swung it open. Her hand sticking to the handle as she tried to let it go. She had a fair share of laughter as she made her way down the hallway. She didn’t like to be laughed at, nor was she happy about her current state.

Stepping into the room that smelled more like a hospitial than an office. Roxy turned her eyes towards the schools Doctor, Miss Clavering. She could see the woman try to stifle a laugh. Roxy wasn’t amused.

Holding out her other hand she held all four eggs. The red heart, the blue spade, the green clover and the yellow diamond. Each vibrant and slightly sticky from the substance on her hand.

“Take them, please...”

Was all Roxy said as she stood there covered in honey with feathers covering most of her upper torso. It seemed as if her last egg held the best surprise. One that even she couldn’t avoid.

The good doctor who had tried her best to keep her composure then handed her something in return. Roxy looked down in her hand. She suddenly seemed to go pale.

An egg.

Was she supposed to eat it? She wasn’t hungry in fact she seemed to have lost her appetite. She just wanted to go home, take a shower and forget about this stupid scavenger hunt. Roxy was barely able to mutter a thank you to the woman. She then turned with the damned white egg in her hand and stormed out.

–At Home–

It didn’t take one hot showers, no, it took three. Each lathering up with a handful of shampoo cursing each and every time as she scrubbed the honey and feather concoction out of her hair. She should have been glad her hair wasn’t any longer. But it still didn’t stop her from fuming.

By the time she was dressed in a night gown she laid on her bed, trying to distract herself from remembering today’s events by trying to read a mystery novel. Needless to say, it didn’t work. So sitting up, her legs indian-style on her bed. She held the stupid egg, her reward up. It didn’t look like much. No doubt an Easter treat. Taking it she took a few bites, it didn’t taste like much, so deciding to just finish it off she stuffed it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it. It wasn’t much of a reward. As she fell back into her bed, she laid there with her arms outspread. She hiccuped, it seemed out of no where. Shrugging it off. She turned to her side, turned off her light, and forced herself to sleep, hoping to drown out her embarrassment.

[Kate]

Why was she doing this again? Because she was bored, right? Kate McHallin had no idea how she had gotten roped into this, but it probably was because she had been bored. That was the root of all evil in the land, boredom. So now the cheer leader was looking for some weird colored in eggs in a game of Easter Egg Hunt. Something about four different colored eggs hiding somewhere on the campus.

She was searching in the courtyard, because it just made since that one would be hidden there. Kate would put one here first, if she had been hiding the egg. So the pale girl was standing among the bushes along the edge of the courtyard, searching for a freaking egg. Her emerald eyes landed on one, slightly up against a wall. The red heart egg thing, stupidly named and colored of course.

Kate launched herself forward, excited at finding one of the eggs. She hadn’t been searching that long, so she was excited. One out of four right? One less that she had to go find later. The blonde was just a finger length away when an odd feeling ran through her, starting with her ankle. She had fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the damned book. The blonde was now strung up by her ankle by a rope. Good thing she was wearing jeans. She swung herself up and latched a hand onto the rope so she could move it enough to fall on the ground with a sudden THUD.

Grumbling to herself Kate dusted off her clothing and picked up the damned egg. One out of four, three to go. But where else would you hide a damned egg? She tucked the egg into her purse and started to walk around once again. Those emerald eyes looked into a window she was passing and suddenly she stopped walking. The second egg was right there, sitting on a teacher’s desk. Without a second thought the cheer leader launched herself through the window.

The blonde was rolling on the ground, launching herself up and toward the egg. Just as her hand clasped it, something snapped around her wrist. It was a pair of handcuffs, attached to the desk that had sprung out and snatched her. Freaking… what the hell was wrong with these people? Really? Good thing Kate was Kate. She put her Qi into play, and moved her joints in her hand, so she could just slip her damned all wrists straight out of the manacles.

She snapped the bones back into place and snatched up the second egg. Two down, two to go. She had the red heart egg, and the yellow diamond one. That left blue and green eggs, which were the spades and clovers.

The blonde was frowning as she walked into the hallway, those emerald eyes scanning. She noticed that the hallway was empty, which was a bit odd indeed. She glanced over around, one eyebrow cocked. There wasn't a soul in the entire place. It was pretty much just effin creepy. Kate didn't like it one bit.

It was then that Kate noticed another egg, just sitting there at the end of the hallway. Something didn’t feel right, as it was sitting in the trophy case as if it belonged there or something. But there was the blue spade egg, just chilling in the trophy case at the end of a long, isolated hallway. The lights were bright behind the glass, and frankly just teasing her to walk up and take it. There was something fishy, like the first two eggs she had found.

Oh well, she needed the damned egg right? So once again the blonde found herself striding forward to grab the next egg in this stupid little game. Her hand shot out and grasped the little handle grooved into the side of the glass. It shook, but didn’t budge. Someone had locked it. Was that the catch? Locking the damned glass? Kate grinned, something as little as that wasn’t about to stop her! She brought her hand back into a fist, and then slammed it into the glass, expecting it to break.

However, instead Kate felt pain rock through her hand as it bounced off the freaking glass. Apparently, it was smash proof or something. Her hand sure as hell hurt. Kate lifted an eyebrow and scowled at the glass. This wasn’t going to be pretty. She stood there for a moment, deciding what to do exactly. The glass wasn’t going to break for her, and she needed to get in there. The obvious answer? She’d have to break the walls on the side of the glass. It was a good solution. So Kate went to work by slamming her fists into the wall. The wall wasn’t as sturdy as the glass, and broke apart decently easy under her strength. Soon enough she was around the glass, and was one egg closer to finishing this stupid thing.

What did that make? Blue spade, yellow diamond, red heart… that left the green club egg. This was all sorts of stupid and Kate was really getting tired of it. There was another student walking past, and oh, what was in his hands? The green club egg. He looked a bit worried, like he hadn’t exactly hidden it JUST yet. Oh well for him. TIME FOR HIM TO DEFEND HIMSELF!!! She launched herself at him, beat the shit out of the boy, and took her prize. There, four damned eggs.

The blonde went back to the weirdo who had sent them all out of this crazy hunt. She stared at the woman, and handed over the four eggs. What did she get in return? Another egg. But this one was smaller, and she was told to eat it. Well, she was hungry from all that work anyways. Down the hatch!!! Tasted a bit off, and made her tummy feel a bit weird… but all in all not too bad.

[Gabriel Seran]

The twinge of mist hanged over the schoolyard this day as Gabriel Seran rose to his comfortable setting, most would conceive that a man of his stature and good graces would have no trouble living well off in his elaborate estate, though on the contrary he’d yet to have any good night’s rest at all since the start of this nonsense not even as the day stuck Easter Sunday. Word had flourished by word of mouth that there was to be a celebratory day where the students of public high school #42 would be going to the school to collect eggs and deal with the ramifications of the student body’s messy traps that had been sprawled out for their leisure. Gabriel on one hand could think of several different things to occupy his Sunday morning but on the off chance of running into someone important or perhaps on the occasion of a little fun he hurriedly attained new clothes that suited him nicely and descended the hillside to the courtyard.
Upon his arrival he was given notice that he was to find several eggs, each was to be decorated in the odd fashion of a deck of cards for that much was what amused him with certain vigor. He looked over a pile and regretted ignoring that hungry feeling bellowing in his stomach it urged him to cook a few on the spot. He started off on his trek through the familiar halls and lavatories searching for the illustrious eggs that would give him a certain sense of victory he’d been yearning for. Though it would be meager in comparison to other victories it didn’t abolish any dreams of grandeur.

His steady gaze peered over the lawn to find one laying alone in the center of the field, in a rush Gabriel hurried across the patch of grass whilst unbeknownst to him it lye atop a trap. As he crossed to pick up the green clover egg he found himself fall into a small gorge. It certainly was not a lucky egg for he found himself pacing about in circles waiting till a passerby had their attention caught.

As he ascended the throne and spotted his second prize one that lye atop the school roof the very place he’d been earlier in the school year calling the pillars out, was this to be a challenge certainly not for the dastardly attempts of Gabriel Seran. Scalloping the building he made his way to the roof reaching out for a red heart egg his palm closing firmly around it and shoveling it into a bag he’d brought along for the climb. Unluckily for him the trap was set off late snagging him in the face with a rubber glove forcing Gabriel to drop a certain fifteen feet into the potted bushes below.

It didn’t get any easier from there he still had two left as he searched the pool deck looking for his third unlucky egg. It was sleeping beneath the turbid tide of the pool’s waters. So much for his clothing. He dove in without another moment’s notice fearing that the next trap would seize him below which it was sure to do. Without a seconds delay he heard what he feared to be a trap however it was another form of trap the water level’s shrunk till they reached the bottom leaving Gabriel waiting for an hour at the bottom of the pool with the blue spade egg.

His fourth and final egg was to be found sometime later, the light still shown about mid-day as most adventurers had migrated from the place already taking their eggs. Gabriel still required his yellow diamond egg; he paced about the school wandering aimlessly to his misfortune never once coming upon it. Just as the man was about to give up he spotted it right in the very midst of the hall dangling lazily from a sting. An obvious trap that seemed to easy to avoid. Finding a sharp edge Gabriel flung the object to cut the string simultaneously rolling under the egg to capture it safely. The trap was defeated…or so he thought in a moment Gabriel was flipped from under his feet and his head knocked on the ground all went dark and he passed out.

Hours later he came to, dangling above the floor with the bag of all four eggs but he was bleeding from the forehead and hanging upside down from the school’s hallway, the sun was near setting on the horizon and time was up he needed to get home here soon, a wasted Sunday all he’d gotten was a bloodied up head. Using his strength he pulled himself loose landing hard on his back. Dramatically he exited the place and gave his eggs to the good doctor. As she received his bag he was given another egg and urged to eat it. Oh joy another egg.

Leaving for home he surveyed it cautiously unsure of another trap in wait. Soon enough he lost interest and decided to eat it he’d gotten hungry and had forgotten to eat all day. His mandibles tore through it easily enough and the side effects took their time seeping in. His muscles surged and he felt extreme longetivity it was an enhancer that made him breathe like a god. A smile lighted his face as Gabriel spoke.

“I can live with this.”

[Sara Quinn]

Sara sat in the desk, sighing and huffing, all those silly little girls crowded around gibbering on about nothing. God, she hated high school girls. So damn annoying. They needed to get the hell away from her desk. She would never admit though that she was actually listening to their conversation. Something about an egg hunt. It sounded like fun, but not something Sara would be caught dead doing. Unless of course...

"Sara~Are you going to try?" Damn them, she had been spotted.

"Ya! I bet Sara could do it!" Silly little twit.

"What's wrong Sara... Chicken?" Twit and twitly- WAIT WHAT?

Sara stood up, her hand slamming down on the desk. "Of course I'll do it!" And thus began the adventure.

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Sara slung her backpack over her back. She was well prepared for this. She didn't know what was going to happen. She had heard some talk of boobie traps and silly stuff like that. So she had packed some basic stuff like goggles that she had found in her room, some small nail stuff, like a file, and some pointy thing that she assumed was for cleaning under nails, and some snacks, in case she got hungry. She didn't know how long this was going to take after all.

There was no way Sara was going to fail at this. She was going to show those little twits who was boss. She would win this thing, collect the eggs and get whatever prize they were offering. Better be good to.

She had been smart about it to. Sara had taken the time to do some research, talk to the students, get friendly with the seniors, and had learned the general area in which she would be able to find each of the hidden eggs. So this should be no problem. It was just the traps that were going to get her. No one had been able or willing to tell her exactly where they were hidden or anything at all about the traps.

So, with a final sigh, she set off from her locker. She had a plan mapped out in her head. She could feel her heart pounding as the adrenaline rushed through her. She had to admit, she was kind of excited about this. What else would she be doing if not this? Nothing, that's what. So this was better then anything else she had planned.

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First stop: The Roof for the Yellow Egg.

Sara turned down the hall that cut through the center of the school. Down this hall was her first destination. About halfway down the hall was the door she was looking for. Big, heavy, and gray metal. It was the door to the roof. For some reason though, the hall was empty. That kind of concerned her, but not much. She tiptoed to the door and turned the knob, looking around. Nothing... No one. She was good to go.

The door opened easily, and opened into a small room with a ladder. Sara climbed the ladder quickly, taking it to a small room with another door that led out to the roof. She smiled. This was to easy. Really. She slowly reached out and turned the door knob. It seemed safe enough. No explosions, no strange turning of the knob, like it was to hard or to easy. Everything felt normal. She slowly pushed the door open, stepped back to let it open. The wind caught it and opened it wide. See? Boobie traps sucked.

She waltzed out onto the roof and looked around. The egg was sitting about a dozen feet from the door. Just sitting there. In the open. The door banged closed behind her. Glancing around she walked forward and picked up the egg. Nothing happened. This was.... kinda stupid. Turning around, the egg in hand, she spied a note on the now closed door. O____________O crap...

She jogged forward and looked at the note. "HaHa Sucker. Someone will be up to get you later... When we feel like it and if we remember... Good try though! >3 "

=_= Those little buggers.... She tried to knob to find it locked. It was one of the heavy metal doors like the one downstairs. Looking around she noted the curved fence lining the whole roof. There was only one way down. And it was locked. THIS WAS A BOOBIE TRAP!? WHAT THE HELL?! Well they didn't know who they were dealing with =_= She looked at the door knob, concentrating on her Qi. A greenish wind flowed over her body and she slammed her palm against the knob. There was a small boom, and the door handle snapped and fell off, the door swinging open. HA >D TAKE THAT! Entering the small room with the ladder she looked down the hole.... The ladder was gone =_= OH BLOODY HELL D< If they thought that was going to stop her, they were sorely mistaken.

Taking off he bag, she shoved the egg inside it and looked around. Well she had an idea atleast. She grabbed the water hose in the corner and dropping it down the hole letting it all fall until the last bit was connected to wall. That would make it so it didn't fall while she was going down. Then she shimmied her way down the hole, landing gently on her feet. Opening the second door without a problem she walked into the hall and set off to the next egg. This was really more trouble then it was worth.

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Second stop: The Boiler Room for the Red egg.

OK... The roof hadn't been so bad, but she had heard one of the eggs was in the boiler room. So from the door to the roof, she went to the boiler room. The door was open. From inside was the sound of scuffling and movement. O___________O

Slowly, she walked inside. Looking around the saw that there was really nothing in here. Nothing so far. Slightly further in, and then she heard a bark. Suddenly, three HUGE dogs rushed in, catching on their leashes as they barked and growled at her. She flinched back, tripping, and falling on her butt. Behind the dogs, she could see the furnace. And a small stool. And on the stool, was a red egg.

WHAT THE HELL D< How was she supposed to get that?!

.... Ok, first she had to deal with the dogs. Pulling her food from her bag, she divided it up. At the sight of the food, the dogs barked and growled louder, pulling harder on their leashes. Were the bloody seniors out to kill the students? Like really now.

Pushing herself to her feet, she tossed the food into the corners of the room and then ran. The dogs went for the food, not her. Thankfully...

And then... A small dog suddenly ran in out of nowhere, picking up the egg in its mouth and running off through the door. O___________________O OH HELL NO D<

She threw some more her snack and took off after the little dog. She chased the stupid little thing for almost a half hour until she finally manged to coo it into stopping, then pounced on it. Rolling on top of the dog, she wrested the egg from it sharp little teeth, standing with a triumphant smile on her face.

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Third stop: A grove of trees in the courtyard for the Green egg.

Sara walked into the court yard looking around. Again... Empty... Except for a girl sitting in the shade of a group of trees. How did they manage to do this? Did they send all the kids home?

She walked towards the girl, wondering if she could help Sara in some way. Reaching the shade Sara held up her hand and called out to the girl. "Hey.. Um, you wouldn't be able to help me could you- WHOA!"

Sara's foot caught in something and she was hauled off her feet, flipped upside down. She winced in pain as her ankle supported her whole body weight. A typical boobie trap. She looked down at the girl who was now smiling up at her. Sara felt like an idiot. How could she have fallen for this one? -___-

Sara hadn't noticed till now, but the girl had a very large chest... She didn't think she had seen one so large before... O___________O Sara was amazed. The girl stretched, and stood. She was tall to... This girl was everything Sara wanted to be... DAMN HER D<

"Hello. Are you looking for the egg...?" She leaned over slightly, her chest falling forward. There... In her cleavage, was a round green bulge. THE EGG!! IN HER CLEAVAGE!!

This one was turning out to be a very... literal boobie trap... Without a second though, Sara grabbed out at the girls chest, grabbing onto the egg and then pulling her upper body upwards, and grabbing onto her ankle. Hopefully, the girl couldn't reach her. She heard the girl laugh and then her hand patted her side. Turning her head, Sara watched as the girl walked away.

What the hell.... =______________= Dropping her upper body back down, Sara pulled her bag off, and then, maneuvering it, opened it and pulled out the nail file. This would have to work... It took her a while but eventually, she filed through the rope and dropped hard onto her back.

This sucked...

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Fourth Stop: The Pool for the Blue egg.

Finally... The final egg. God, she couldn't wait for this to be over. She was getting annoyed with these stupid boobie traps and was extremely pissed about the literalness of which they took the name. Silly seniors =_= She entered the pool area, looking around. Empty. Wow. They were good at making themselves scarce weren't they? She entered the place slowly, her eyes looking everywhere, from the covered pool ceiling, to the floor, from one end of the room to the other. The water in the pool was calm, moving only slightly as she stared at it. Now... Where was that egg...? She walked to the edge of the pool and looked around, her gaze finally looking to the water. There, in the deep end, was a small blue spec. The egg...

She smiled. That wasn't to hard. She could pull that off. Looking around once more, she stripped off her shirt and jeans. Now, wearing a tank top and panties, she walked along the edge of the pool until she was closer to the edge. Then she dived. As soon as she touched the surface, she knew something was wrong. She twisted until she was upright, finally coming to a stop completely submerged, suspended in gooey... Gooey what?! What the hell was this!? Was this Jello!? She shifted, her hands moving to her eyes, and she slipped deeper in the stuff. Ok, this was gross. Really gross.

She pushed her feet down, making them touch the floor and flailed her arms until she was standing upright. This was disgusting... She wanted to breath, but she didn't want to inhale the clear jello. Her qi could help with this though. Activating it, the wind covered her body, giving her and inch of breathing room, as it pushed everything away from her body. It would have been a good trap if it had been anyone but Sara. She opened her eyes and took a breath, moving through the disgusting concoction. Reaching the egg, she picked it up. She couldn't see very far, and didn't know where the ladder was. Choosing a direction, she took it, reaching the edge of the pool. It was slow going, but she made it, and thankfully, found the ladder to. Pulling herself out of the pool she collapsed on the floor. Her head turned towards her bag and her... where were her clothes? O____________O

OH HELL NO She wanted to scream.

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Sara entered the office looking for that Miss Clavering lady. Yes, she was only wearing panties and a bra, and was covered in clear Jello, but hell, she had made it. Ignoring the looks from the other students, she pulled the eggs out of her bag and handed them over. Her prize... Finally... The prize. Sara was given another egg... D< WHAT!? She stormed out of the office. Going to the girls change room to clean herself up and grab her gym clothes to wear she looked at the egg. It looked like she could eat it... She picked it up and bit into it... It wasn't that bad so she finished it. As she ate, something felt funny in her body... It was kind of all tingly. She figured it to be the Jello. Hoping into the shower she ignored it.

OOC - Final Word Count: ... about 2100 Ive been writing this for like a week... TT.TT

[Damien Kross, Jester]

A voice spoke to me that day... An eerie, ominous voice... The kind that you heard not in your ears, but in your soul...

DAMIEN~

Yes? Who are you?! Jester, this isn't you fucking around, is it?

NO DAMIEN~ THIS IS NOT THE PARASITE YOU THINK OF~

Then who is this?

I GO BY MANY NAMES~ THINK OF ME ONLY AS THE ONE WHO IS TIMELESS~

God...?

PERHAPS~ REGARDLESS DAMIEN, THE EGGS BECKON YOU~

Eggs? Wha?

TRAVEL TO 42~ SEEK THE FOUR EGGS~ BRING THEM TO THE MENDER OF SOULS~ ALL WILL BE REVEALED~

Yes My Lord... Thy will be done...

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As I entered the school's front doors, I immediatly found myself alone- no one else was there... This was... strange. Not having the slightest idea as to were to begin, I simply walked down the hall, searching room by room for a clue, but alas, twenty minutes later, nothing at all...

Then, the sound of a squeaky wheel...

Something moved to the left!

But as I turned sharply, it was gone... Only... Wait... A red egg? What the fuck? I walked down the hall, seeing the small red shape on the ground. "Well, this must be the first one... I'll just-"

THUNK!

Missing my hand by an inch, a three-foot-long javelin landed in the ground, sending pieces of floor tile everywhere. I looked up just in time to hear the squeaking wheel and see something small dart away quickly.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled after the image, chasing after it while pocketing the egg. "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST THROW A JAVELIN AT ME?!" I yelled, following the phantom image. It led me up several stairs, eventually leading me to an open door- the Pillar's meeting room...

As I stepped in, I was overcome by a sense of dread... Straw dummies, scarecrows almost, were seated at the meeting table, each made to mimic a Pillar. One for Linda, Mathew, Matrim, and myself... But... Mine had a few questionable differences... Firstly, a fully cooked steak dinner rested on the table before my effigy... Even stranger still, I was missing an arm... and a screwdriver was in my forehead... and in my mouth... was a yellow egg...

A YELLOW EGG.

Taking a quick look around for random javelins, I took the yellow egg from the dummy's mouth and pocketed it- but no sooner had I done that, the four dummies stood, turning to me. Though slow, seeing four scarecrows walk towards you was scary as shit.

I backed out of the room, knowing my sound Qi would have no effect on the monsters.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." I muttered to myself, the artificial warriors stalking closer and closer. Then suddenly, the sound of a cracking can- oh God, what now? I turned to meet the sound, half-expecting a javelin to pierce my chest...

"STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN!" I yelled with excited glee. Sure enough, Steve Austin, The Rattlesnake, former WWE Champion, stood there, two open beers in his hands. He downed them quickly in trademark fountain style, crushed them, and stared the scarecrows down.

"You think you can come up in here and mess with my buddies? Austin 3:16 says 'I'm gonna kick your candy ass.'" And with that, he charged into battle, dishing out Stunner after Stunner after Stunner.

No move was as deadly as the Stone Cold Stunner. No way.

Steve accompanied me to chase the squeaky wheel, but found the third egg instead. It was in the hands of a Sphinx, sitting high atop the school. She asked a riddle of us, but a few beers and a Stone Cold Stunner later, we were on our way, the green egg in my pocket.

Continuing on, we searched for the sound... But then, tradgedy struck! A javelin pierced the chest of Stone Cold!

"NOOOOOOOO!!!" I yelled as the Champion fell. But to my dismay, he was dead before he hit the ground... I turned to meet the assailant one on one...

A small monkey, wearing a suit and a fedora, sitting atop a rickety unicycle with a quiver of javelins slung over his back. As weird as it was, there were no words needed... This was a destined battle.

"Monkey! You have killed one of the greatest Americans to ever live. I cannot let this go! You will tell me the location of the blue egg or I will rip your Goddamn heart out."

The monkey tilted his head, eyeing me inquisitively. With a frown, he withdrew the blue egg from his coat. Considering his options for a moment, he finally rolled it over to me. "Friend?" He asked me in clear English. I smiled, adding the fourth egg to my pocket.

"No." I withdrew a whistle and put it in my mouth. "Plug your ears." The piercing sound erupted from my whistle, filling the hallway. My Qi however, bent all the sound waves, ALL OF THEM, directly into the monkey's ears. His howls were mute to me- blood shot from the beast's ears- and he fell... lifeless... dead from an unknown cause...

"Congratulations Damien." A voice said from behind me. I turned, coming to look upon the face- and body- of the one and only Doctor Layla Clavering. "You have done well Damien. The eggs are yours now."

"So... What happens now? I have done God's will and defeated the evil javelin-throwing Fedora Monkey. What is there left to do?" I replied.

"This egg-" She extended a fifth egg to me. "Is the reward you earned for all your hard work. Eat it, and be complete."

"Well, I am pretty hungry..." I said, taking the egg.

"Now, we will engage in hours of hot sex- Mister President." She said, beginning to take off her clothes. Indeed, I was now in a three piece business suit, several secret service agents at my back. "Come to me Damien... Come t-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!!!!

With a groggy hand, I shut off the alarm clock... "Ugh..." I muttered as I rose up in my bed, rubbing the crust from my eyes... I looked around, expecting to see secret service agents... or a dead money... or a naked nurse...

Alas, a dream...

"God dammit..." I said with a sigh. "The cool dreams always get cut off... Oh well, shit happ-"

The egg was on the pillow next to me...

So many things made no sense... Nothing pieced together... What did it all mean?! The eggs!? The scarecrows!? The steak dinner!? The javelin-throwing Fedora Monkey!? Doctor Clavering!? WHAT DID THIS ALL MEAN!?!?!?!



But nevertheless, I made scrambled eggs... Shit was so cash...

[Adrian]

Throughout the week, Adrian had seen people wandering around campus in various states of dishevel, decay, and sometimes even undress. The thought brought a raised eyebrow to his face, but behind his eyes, his mind tried to figure out just what was going on. Deciding that the best course of action was just to keep his eyes and ears open, Adrian began to piece together, through the grapevine, that the Moral Crest students got their rocks off by organizing egg hunts, complete with booby traps, for each other, and the winners received a special prize. Adrian couldn't help but smirked when everything came together. After all, maybe it might be some fun, especially if he did it his way.

Since he had calmed down considerably upon his move to Moral Crest, at least so much that he wasn't constantly spewing his "I'm richer than you" act at anyone who blinked at him twice, and even more so now that those very riches had been denied him, people began to flock to the boy much more. His charisma and his natural leadership began to shine through, and today, Adrian planned on using it to his fullest advantage. Put simply, just because Adrian didn't act like an arrogant ass as often, didn't mean he wasn't still an ass.

"Hey, guys, what do you think about this Egg Hunt?" he asked at lunch one day, to a group of so-called friends, leftovers from the hangers-on from when he had money. These louts didn't hang around out of any real sense of friendship; rather, they thought that either a) the rumors about his social status were lies made to discredit Adrian, or b) the rumors were true, but he would bounce back soon enough. Either way, these guys wanted to be the ones who were around to 'support' him, so he would do the same later, in cash. Adrian would have had to have been a total fool to not see this.

"Looks pretty lame," one of them said, attempting to pre-empt Adrian's usual attitude about most things, and thus get on his good side early on.

"Yeah," another one chimed in.

"I don't know," Adrian began, leaning back and stroking his chin thoughtfully. "It might be kinda fun."

"I totally agree," the third sycophant jumped at the chance to take the lead in their silent race to see who got to be Adrian's best friend.

"Yeah, hey, you never know until you try, right?" the fourth kid spoke up, clearly not sure how to play the ass-kissing game with a meek answer like that. Adrian decided he liked this one best.

"Y'know, I bet it'd be a lot easier if we went as a group. We could suffer the tricks and traps a lot easier with five sets of eyes and ears," Adrian began, shrugging it off as it was a stupid idea to begin with.

"Oh, I like that! Pretty smart Adrian!" Adrian didn't even know which one spoke first, he was too busy trying not to laugh at them.

"Alright, then its settled," Adrian piped up again, not allowing the rest of them to try and out-do the first with a better agreement. "Let's go." He pushed the plate of half-eaten food he had been nibbling at during the conversation away for someone else to clean up. He wasn't really all that hungry to begin with.

The blue spade was actually right outside the cafeteria. It sat upon the trophy case, which layed out all the sports and academic awards the school had garned for itself, lined on either side were two full suits of armor, clutching large ceremonial halberd replicas. Adrian didn't particularly like the look of it, but he could tell the whole thing looked innocent enough at first.

"Hey, Richie, you want the honors of grabbing the first egg?" Adrian mused, hoping to reel him in by remembering his name. Unfortunately, Richie wasn't so easily swayed.

"I don't know, man... it's booby-trapped, right? I don't know what's there. Maybe we should inspect it-"

"Don't be a pussy, man. I'll go do it!" One of the other losers burst forward, not allowing anyone to second-guess him. Adrian quickly sidled himself into position behind him, as subtly as he could. When the kid grabbed the egg, Adrian noticed a string attached to it. As he pulled it, the string released the grips of the armor's gauntlets upon their halberds, sending both crashing down at an angle directly upon the punk's head.

Adrian recoiled in mock-horror as the blunted edged konked the kid out rather quickly, but stepped in over his fallen persona and removed the egg from the string. He pulled off one of the helmets and held it upside down, putting the egg into it gingerly. "Sucks to be him," Adrian said, lifting an eyebrow. Richie and the others laughed, excited that one of the competitors was now out of the race for Adrian's affection.

The now quartet moved down the hall, and Adrian spotted a red egg hanging from one of the ceiling squares. It hung low enough to be reached without jumping or straining oneself too far, and the once-wealthy youngster reckoned that the reason it hadn't been picked up thus far was because it was too obviously trapped, and with what, no one really could tell from the way the egg was set up.

"What do you think, Adrian?" Richie started up first, hoping to strike up a conversation to raise his ass-kissing score, but not enough to volunteer to grab this egg. Adrian caught on to his social advances, and decided to play along for now.

"Dunno, Rich," Adrian said, eyeing the egg. "I think Bobby should check it out."

"Wha-, me?!" Bobby said, somewhat incredulously.

"Don't worry, Bob," Adrian explained, raising his hands somewhat to placate the student. "I don't want you to just grab the thing. Just... I dunno, wave your hand around the area from as far back as you can. Maybe you'll trip some kind of proximity trap. Richie, stand behind him, be sure to drag him out of the way if you see something move."

Richie nodded his agreement, and Bobby seemed to acquiesce, confident that he wasn't being strung out, no pun intended. He stood a good few feet back and leaned forward as far as he could while still retaining his balance, reaching his hand out and waving it around. "I don't think anything's happening..."

"Keep on it," Adrian said, looking around furtively, trying to figure out some way to work this out after all. His prayers were answered by the bell ringing, signaling the end of lunch. "HO-LY SHIT!" Adrian feigned surprise as the sudden noise, jumping and 'accidentally' bumping into Richie, who then bumped into Bobby. Bobby's hand, wavering near the egg, instinctively grasped at it, either in the hopes that he'd be able to snag the egg as he went down or in a futile attempt to hold on to something to keep himself from falling, as off balance as he was. He succeeded in grabbing the egg, snapping the string, but as the string broke, so too did the ceiling square above him, releasing a clattering of pots and pans. The cast-iron cookware landed on Bobby's head, thankfully, his outstretched hand holding the egg was far enough from the trap to not be broken by any rogue skillets.

Meanwhile, Adrian's hand shot out to Richie, grabbing him and holding him back from falling, saving him from the cookware conundrum. "Oh shit, man, I'm so sorry!"

"Oh, oh no, don't worry about it, Adrian... looks like Bob set off the trap, though."

"Yes, that's pretty unfortunate," Adrian said, weaving around what remained of his little crew to grab the egg and put it in the helmet. "Ah well, to the survivors go the spoils."

Richie and the meek kid laughed, and Adrian led the procession outside, to the courtyard. Once again, they found an egg, this time the yellow diamond egg. It was sitting directly in the center of a picnic table.

"I don't like this one," Adrian said, playing up the worry for his supposed comrades. "Rich, you want to double-team this one with me?"

"Yeah, totally Adrian, let's kick some ass," Richie said, a little too enthusiastically. Adrian could barely repress a scowl.

"Alright, you stand on one side, I'll stand on the other. I bet the trap is set around the seats, so if we stay around the long sides, maybe you can reach in and roll the egg over to me and I can grab it before anything hits us."

"I like that. Let's do it," Richie said, going over to take his place on the far side of the table. Adrian waited, hoping to see if he'd trigger something that easily, but it looked like it wasn't to be. Time for plan B. Something not quite so subtle, but, to be honest, Richie was annoying Adrian the most. He'd be glad to get rid of him.

A student was walking by, and without warning, Adrian threw him up on the table. His body rolled into the egg, and Richie, reacting pretty swiftly, reached out and grabbed it. However, the egg moving from it's spot triggered the trap, and before anyone knew it, the table was on fire!

The unfortunate passerby rolled off, crying out as the flames licked at his clothes. Richie's arm and shirt-sleeve caught up, and he flung them from the table, valiantly still holding onto the egg. Adrian sprung around the table, throwing Richie down on the ground. "Don't worry Rich! I got ya! I'll take care of that fire! I'll put it out!"

And put it out, he did. By stomping on Richie's arm, chest, face, whatever. The fire went out, sure, but so did Riche's lights. Adrian reached down and picked up the egg and put it in the helmet. All that was left was one egg, the green clover. Adrian's face fell, the only lackey he had left to use was the meek little one. And Adrian wasn't sure just what he could spin to throw him into the meat grinder, so to speak. He rose to his feet and turned, to take a look at the boy, and get his measure, so to speak.

The meek youngster stood there, looking uncertain. It was obvious to the boy that Adrian had used the cronies like bait up to this point. If the previous ones hadn't tipped him off, Richie's fate had sealed the image in his mind. Adrian looked him up and down, and realizing that, at the end of the day, he didn't have it in him to punish this kid. Unlike the others, he'd barely said a word to him in annoyance. He had simply followed the crowd around, most likely just for a chance to belong to something in general, rather than Adrian's specific 'clique'.

To be honest, Adrian felt a little sorry for the kid.

"So... uh... what... what now?" the boy said, trying his best not let his fear seep into his voice. He knew Adrian was quite good at convincing people to do things, so he kept himself mentally resolved that he would stay strong.

Adrian, on the other hand, just shook his head. He couldn't do it. Not to this kid. "Nothing, that's what. I'm.. I'll just look for the last one myself. You can tell me if you find something, but I wouldn't expect anything else."

At this, the kid smiled. Not a grateful smile, that his fate was spared from Adrian's manipulation, but a wry, cocksure smile. The boy's body straightened, and suddenly he held himself with a lot more poise than Adrian had remembered. The once-wealthy youngster raised an eyebrow, and the boy reached into his pocket, pulling out the green egg.

Adrian's jaw dropped. "What in the fuck?!"

The boy just shook his head. "I was the final trap. We've been watching you a while, Adrian. We kinda figured you'd try something like this if we held our Easter tradition. So I volunteered to follow you around like a little lapdog in training. When our hunt rolled around, I was to carry an egg and follow you. The second you tried to throw me to the wolves, so to speak, an alarm on me would have gone off, and ten guys much, much bigger than you would have jumped you and taken all the eggs you had. You'd have had to start over, and badly beaten on top of it."

Adrian just stared, still unbelieving that he'd been so thoroughly fooled. "And... to get the egg?"

"You just had to prove you weren't ALWAYS a heartless asshole. Guess you win. Here," the boy said, throwing the egg in a lazy arc over to Adrian. He caught it, still incredulous, and set it in his helmet. "Enjoy your prize. Oh, and replace that helmet when you're done, will ya?" The kid smirked, and turned and left. Adrian never saw him again.

---A few minutes later.---

Adrian stepped out of the nurses office, an empty helmet in one hand and a white egg in the other. He regarded the egg for a moment, turning it about in his fingers to ensure its edibility, and with a shrug, popped it in his mouth, chewing it a little before swallowing it down with a distant smile. He couldn't help but think about the experience he'd just had, and what it had taught him. Many people were expendable, sure, but you always had to be careful, because not everyone is what they appear, and you might regret throwing some people to the wolves without knowing them first.

Adrian laughed a little, and headed back to the trophy case to put the knight's helmet back, feeling just a little bit wiser for the ordeal.


((Total Word Count: 2,284. Sittings it took me: One. First level of Qi unlocked? Oh yeah baby.))

[Aternity]

Have you ever had the funny dream in where something so outrageous happened that you woke up feeling what you had either done, or just been done upon? Say, get shot? Shoot someone? Or wake up with a pounding headache that could only be justified with the fact that your little brother decided a hammer to the forehead was a good thing?

Yeah. Me either.

But Aurora, she was special. She had weird dreams too. And...had went to bed without dinner...hungry Thirteen was hungry now...and during those funny dreams, she made a prediction. This prediction had to do with the fact that something funny would be happening at school...something involving eggs. Hey...hey! She knew what this was! Easter egg hunt! Oh how fun! The little girl would clothe herself, and start off instantly for the school.

It took only fifteen minutes to get there, and very promptly, she was thrown into her first test...a maze...in the gym for the blind one. Not only that, but to prevent anyone from interfering, the entire room was plunged into blackness. Nobody would be able to see their hand in front of their face, and not only that, but it was deathly silent. Like, you get the funny ringing noise in the silence kind of silence. Yeah. It was pretty extreme. Aurora willingly walked in...her feet clicking on the floor. A map was building in her head as to the shape and size of the maze. It wasn't too large, not too small either. This would take 30 minutes tops. The little girl was done in less than 25 minutes...at the end of the maze stood a pedestal with the red egg atop. Awesome...one down, and three to go...wait. How the hell did she know that?

This situation was beyond awkward wasn't it?

She already knew where the other eggs were...and being closest to the music building, she headed there first. The next egg as Thirteen tapped out was sealed in a container, and as she attempted to find a way to get it open, there was a note, tipped out in braille. It read simply, 'FEED A BEAD.' Odd...what was this all about now. Thirteen would ponder this for the next few minutes. There was certainly no slot to feed a bead of any kind as a key...so...what in the...

Wait.

Thirteen's intelligence kicked in after twenty minutes or so. There was a reason this egg had been hidden in the music room. There was also notation on the braille that all the letters were capitalized.

The note was exactly that. They were notes on a scale. Thirteen smiled as she set the box upon the piano and sat down. She plunked the notes out in order...F-E-E-D-A-B-E-A-D, and without hesitation, the box buzzed and released its cargo.

Confident now in her skills, the next two eggs were roughly in the same place, in a classroom...but the problem was they were guarded by a combination trap, something Thirteen had felt...rather seen with her Qi when she walked in. Tripwires. A note guiding her in told her also that she'd have to grab both eggs at the same time...there was a flashbang grenade hidden in the room that would surely cripple her. The tripwires were also wired to said grenade.

Her Qi all of a sudden came in handy as she ran through her mind all of the possible future permutations. She found only one possible way through. She walked out...and one hour later, was back with her scythe. Some of the wires had to be cut, others would set off the bomb. Fun crap eh?

Stressfully, she worked for the next 45 minutes, running each wire through her mind until she reached the two pedestals, pulling one egg off with her scythe, and the other with her hand.

There was no explosion. Mission successful? Not yet.

Walking back through the path which she cut, she grabbed a nearby ruler, tossed it in, and shut the door. There was a loud bang and concussion soon thereafter.

NOW it was mission complete as she returned to turn in the eggs to Dr. Clavering.

Eggs...great. Now she was hungry. And what she got for the eggs? Well, another egg! Which she promptly ate. Delicious...

Now where was the milk?

[Leanne]

So apparently the seniors had set up this little game for the other grades where they hid four different kinds of eggs. Leanne was sent to find: The Red Heart egg, The Blue Spade Egg, The Green Clover Egg, and the Yellow Diamond Egg. In Leanne’s case she was trapped in the school. She wasn’t given much instruction except for the fact that she would be searching the whole school for the four eggs where she would give them to Ms. Clavering.

Even though Leanne may stay in the school for the whole day, cold, tired, and hungry she was supposed to find those eggs and sadly the whole process would require her to use her brain which she refuses to use most of the time. Perhaps she was a cold and reserved girl, but there was the childish part of her that could not wait to collect the eggs and have a taste of her first Easter egg hunt. Never in her life had she done some kind of search or had such a task to complete yet here she was locked in a random janitor closet given instructions to get out and find the egg.
So the closet! Leanne squatted down and peeked under the door where she saw light which meant that it was still early in the day and well she just started patted the side of the walls to find the light switch. In good time she found it and turned on the lights.

She turned around slowly looking at the very small closet that consisted of only a very few things. There was a jacket, a coat hanger and a tool box. Brilliant a tool box! She opened the box to find a screwdriver, a pair of pliers, a crowbar and a few nails. Taking a look around she found a mop as well. Taking the mop, broom thing in her hand she tried to force open the door by using it as some kind of ram. After a few good hits, the door didn’t seem to budge. Leanne’s blue eyes glanced around some more and she saw that there was a box on top of the shelf so she tiptoed and tried to tip the box over so that she could see what was inside. She patted the top and…SNAP!

Oh dang, it looked as if Leanne got her finger injured by a mouse trap that just lay around. Tears sprung into her eyes but she, oh-so-carefully took the trap off her finger and use a spare piece of tissue in her pocket to stop the bleeding. Being more careful this time around, Leanne was successful in knocking over the box and she peered inside to find to find a riddle, and one of the eggs, the Red Heart egg.

Brilliant! Now all she had to do was figure out the riddle, but before that get out of the closet! Using the screwdriver Leanne tried to get all nails out but found that it didn’t fit the shape of the nails already on there. Instead she took the spare nails, place the sharp end in the centre of the existing nails and tried to pry them out that way with the screwdriver which so happened to fit the nail she put on top of the ones of the ones securing the doorknob. Voila. She got knob off so now she’ll just brutally massacre the other knob on the other side and hopefully get her way out of here. And so she uses the crow bar and rams it relentlessly through the open hole that was obscured by the other knob on the other side. And, miraculously and luckily she got out of there along with her Red egg.
Pushing the door open she sighed and took in a deep breath happy to get out of the musty old dusty room. She placed the egg inside her messenger bag gently and took the riddle in her hands.

Together we spell chocolate
we bring the Easter joy
remember to tie your hair
wear the sneakers
and keep away from harm.

Leanne frowned, her first thought was the gymnasium but nothing really spelled out chocolate. What was another reason to tie a person’s hair back, wear sneakers, and stay away from harm? It was a simple riddle, but Leanne couldn’t really recall just what needed these things. She walked around and made her way to the open hallways where she just got an idea. She dashed towards the lab and found a giant periodic table set out so that each element had a small door that she could open.
Her first choice was Carbon, as it would be a few letters in the word chocolate. She reached out and opened it only to find a pair of scissors flying out towards her! Leanne dodged to the left and found a few pieces of her hair on the ground. So that was what they meant by tying her hair besides the usual lab safety rules! Next was Hydrogen, which was empty, then Oxygen which then poured water all over her shoe, but luckily she was not wearing open toed shoes. She was stuck with the next element since nothing was LA, so she went to the next one which was Te. It so happened to be tellurium and it was empty as well. So all that’s left was LA and hopefully it would contain the next egg.

So the only two other elements that would make sense would probably be Lawerencium, and Lead with some letters rearranged and so forth. Lead seemed more popular and common so Leanne decided to take a small risk and pick that one. Luckily she didn't get hydrochloric acid, 100% concentrated ethanol or some twisted idea of spraying cyanide or anything squirted into her eye so that she'd be force to go to the eyewash station or hit the shower. Inside the little cubby hole was another egg, the Blue Spade Egg along with another note.

Russian Roulette is your next task. Bang Bang Bang! Find your way out.

Where? That was one thing she didn't know. So far she had been forced to use brute force, and science knowledge. So, perhaps this was an artsy type of thing or... Leanne sighed, it was probably something to do with math and probability. Heading to the math department she walked into the math office to find no one there so she began searching each classroom until she hit room 226 where a fake toy gun was placed on the table. Leanne picked the revolver up noticing that it was six shot revolver which meant she had a 1 in 6 chance that she would get "shot". However there was suddenly two men that walked in as they smiled at her.

"I'll be your opponent. I hope you know the rules. I'll be putting one shot in, try and avoid it and win the game against me and you'll be getting the Green Clover Egg."

The guy got his friend to load the gun with gunpowder and he spun the cylinder and Leanne listened intently to the sound of clicking just so she could perhaps guess where it is loaded by the weight or bias of the cylinder. However, she wasn't exactly smart enough.

"You first m'lady."

Leanne picked up the gun and placed it on the side of her head.

"I'll shoot."

Click.

It was empty.

"Oh very nice luck you have there. Now the chances are 20%. And...I'll shoot!"

Empty.

Chances were now 25% and Leanne didn't have a plan. The gun was passed to Leanne and she shook her head. "Pass."

"Fine then, I'll shoot."

Empty.

Leanne was surprised, now the chances were around 33% and it seemed as though her opponent knew where the gunpowder was kept.

"Okay...I'll...shoot." Leanne said as she pulled the trigger back- a game of risk and gamble.

BANG!

"Looks like you've lost my dear friend. How about I propose another game, I like to give pretty girls like you another chance. How about a simple game of darts."

Leanne had to fight back a smile as her usual poker face settled in, "Alright."

"Get one right in the centre, you get the egg, five darts each, the ones with most points wins if no one gets centre."

Well it looked as if lady luck was on her side as Leanne was a master dartsman, if it were such a word. And yes, she did win and walk away with the green egg happily with a smug look on her face. She just got lucky to have gotten a game she was good at with no biases on the darts. However as a punishment, she was not allowed to have clue for the next and final egg the Yellow Diamond one.

So far she had gotten through the task of "escape the closet", "test your periodic table knowledge", and "Russian roulette". Leanne figured the last one would be related the English or Art so she headed down to the English department and started searching the rooms there until she passed by the counseling door. Call it instincts but she wanted to check there for good measure and it just so happened that was where the next task resided.

"Pop quiz. If you make it through this oral examination creatively you will get the Yellow Diamond egg! Here, here, pick a passage."

Leanne looked at the number of passages turned upside down strewn across a table. She reached out a picked one out.

"The Wild Swans at Coole" by William Butler Yeats.

Leanne twitched and began contextualizing and analyzing the literary features and how it affects the audience and so forth. However for the creative part she noted that there were nine and fifty swans which meant that there were fifty nine in total. As a creative and messed up way of thinking she noted that the last swan was in Yeats' other poem kidnapping Leda (which was a play off of the myth of Zeus and Leda).

The senior sweatdropped and was actually surprised to hear that and handed the egg over to Leanne.

Finally the task of egg collecting was over and so she headed to Ms.Clavering's office where she presented her eggs. In return she was given one, and apparently she had to eat it. Leanne took it and goobled it down in a ladylike manner before she thanks Ms.Clavering and headed out. Was she going to be some magical shoujo superhero like the girl from Shugo chara now?

[Tash]

She had to light up before breakfast, didn’t she? Yup. Good move, Natasha. Well done, allocco, she berated herself in Italian. Of course she’d get to homeroom and find out about the surprise Easter egg hunt. Normally she’d have been fine. But there must have been something in the weed this morning….weed didn’t make you see things. Or at least, it wasn’t supposed to. But the pink dolphins had followed her as she walked along the wharf that morning.

Maybe it was something in the milk. Yeah, that was probably it. And she’d run out of eggs too this morning – what a bad joke, huh? No eggs on Easter morning. Damn damn and double damn. She had to have her sunny side up in the morning. No matter what she ate, if she didn’t have her sunny side up, she’d still be hungry. She thought she had a special bit of her stomach reserved for a morning sunny side up. Maybe that was the matter…yeah. Yeah, that had to be it. Couldn’t be tainted weed…..no way…..

She scuffed her Doc Marten clad feet along the hallways on her way to homeroom, not knowing what to expect when she got there. Apparently it was some sort of big deal at this school. That surprised her. She’d been under the impression that picking fights and ditching class were the only things considered a ‘big deal’ at Moral Crest. But ya learn somethin’ new every day, right?

Tash walked into homeroom, dropped her bag on the ground with a resounding thud and slid into the seat closest to the door a minute before the bell rang. She didn’t stand for the pledge, favoring her seat on account of the spinning headache she was developing. Out of the corner of her eye, a unicorn galloped by with a mane made of angel hair pasta. It warbled “I’m Painting the Town Red” a la Billie Holiday as it galloped out the backdoor. She groaned quietly and massaged her temples.

She barely noticed when the clues were passed out in envelopes. When she finally opened hers, the classroom had already emptied. Inside the manila envelope were four playing card type tags. Each one bore a picture of an egg on a certain background. The first card was embossed with a gear and a cog, the black egg with the heart on it resting atop them, and a small maroon dragon coiled in the gears. Card number two was painted with waves, an icy white egg with a blue spade stamped upon the side floating in a life preserver. She turned over the next to last card. It was patterned like leaves, interspersed with thorned branches and nestled amidst the greenery was a pale speckled egg. Each speckle was in the shape of a little green clover. The final card was half stucco and half sky: the egg was goldenrod yellow with an argyle pattern of white diamonds banded around its middle.

After eyeing the four cards for a minute, she concentrated on the first. Cogs. Gears. What…..machines. What did that have to do with school? This wasn’t a college, there was no engineering program. The only machines on campus were in the boiler rooms run by maintenance…..ah. That would be it, they’d have hidden it in one of the back rooms. She lunged awkwardly to her feet, grabbing her bag and heading out in the direction of the performing arts building. It had a theater as well as an art studio and a few practice rooms, making it one of the biggest building on campus, so she figured it would have the biggest maintenance area. Her Docs squelched in the thin layer of mud that pooled outside the heavy double doors around the back of the building. There was no one in sight. Except for that damn unicorn again. It was humming Beethoven’s Fifth and swaying in time.

Tash shook her head. It had to be the milk. Just went to show that you couldn’t trust the mass production in the food industry anymore. She hauled on one of the handles and the door swung recalcitrantly open. She began blinking to adjust to the darkness. Her eyes didn’t adjust fast enough: a sudden movement, a flash of metallic glowing maroon made her dive to the floor.
“Merde!” She cursed. “What the hell….?!?”

She rolled onto her stomach, levering herself up with her arms, knees angled and toes dug into the concrete. Ready to move at a moment’s notice, she shook her head. It felt clearer despite the headache and her being slightly faded – good ol’ adrenaline. She peered around, a splash of crimson in the darkness catching her eye. Atop one of the big thrumming generators sat a glossy black egg the size of a tennis ball. It had a raggedly shaped heart on one side of it and it glowed. “There you are. “

Tash starts her upward climb, latching onto pipes and levers for purchase. She is about six feet off the ground when she is dive-bombed again by a five foot long maroon scaled….dragon?!??!? The creature’s leathery wings fan the air and it giggles manically at her. Its spines are licorice twists, its eyes golden dollars. Sacagawea smiles at her twice. How unnerving.
A dragon. Guarding an egg. Curse you Harry Potter. Where did the seniors come up with this crap?? God damn, this was so unoriginal. A f*cking dragon….

Tash hissed at it instinctually, her green eyes narrowing, daring it to make a pass again. It did and she cursed, letting go of one handhold and swinging away. She her talons screech against metal and gritted her teeth as much from the wrenching feeling in her left shoulder as the grating sound. Using the momentum of her swing, she reaches a slightly higher foothold and boosts herself up another foot and a half. She can’t see where the damn dragon has gone. Ape-like, she scrambles to the top of the 8 foot generator, the metal beneath her humming. There are discarded tools and pieces of piping scattered about. Her hand curls around the egg and she unties one of the decorative handkerchiefs she’s wearing around her wrists, wrapping it around the egg before plopping it into one of her canvas bag’s pouches. As she turns to climb back down, she hears a scrabbling of claws behind her on the hot metal and snarls in frustration, spinning around to face the dragon, dropping her bag from her shoulder. It is swaying upon its hind legs, doing a little solo fox trot, eyes like live coals.
+ballo con me! portimi una barca fatta da cioccolato! o il vostro primo bambino nato è mio, piccola strega!+
“Kiss this first!” she spat.

It dove at her and she bent down, grasping about. Where was….there! Her fingers closed around a length of pipe and she ducked to the side, swinging her makeshift weapon in an arc and bringing it crashing down upon the dragon’s snaky head. It squealed like a stuck pig and a rain of scales fell off and turned into grapefruit juice. Its whip like tail lashes out and wraps around her ankle, pulling her off balance and bringing her down with a hard thump on her butt. One of its golden dollar eyes is rolling around somewhere on the top of the generator but that doesn’t stop it from turning and pouncing on her. Seeing as it was now a cycloptic little dragon its aim was a little off and she was quick enough to reach out and grab it around its slender neck, then punch her feet up into its skinny body. The dragon’s jaws clacked and it said “Thank you for shopping at Albertson’s. Have a nice day!” in a mechanical voice, then vanished in a puff of sweet smelling vapor.
“Bitch.”[/color]
She bounced to her feet, bending to pick up her bag in the process, peeking into the pouch to ensure that, ah, yes. Egglet still intact. Truly marvelous.

None the worse for wear, Tash headed out of the darkness of the maintenance room and plucked the next card from her back pocket. Blue spades and water. Well that one was easy. She turned on her heel and made her way towards the gym and indoor pool.

There was no one swimming. It was eerily quiet, with the exception of the echoing of the wavelets in the pool. Everything stank of chlorine: it made her headache worse and she wrinkled her nose. She looked around, leaving no corner of the wide open room and seeing nothing, let out a noisy sigh and splashed at the water. From where she was crouching by the edge of the pool, staring intently at the ripples, she noticed a change in the color on the surface of the water. It was warped, bent, darker blue and glowing white. The egg……was at the bottom of the pool. Of course. They would. Epic and royal pains in the asses that they were. Well that was easy, so long as there were no sea monsters. Or Jaws.
Duh dun. Duh dun duh dun…..
Wrong coast.

Right then, let’s do this thing. Tash unlaced her knee high Docs, peeled off socks and pants and shirt. Then she dove headfirst……into water that moved like jello. She kicked to turn herself around – no. No, that would be in normal water and she’d move as fast as she had anticipated. She………..kicked……..to……….turn……..her…..self………..around……….and…………….resurfaced.
Okay. New plan of attack. No way she’d reach the bottom in one breath at that rate, let alone make it back up. She pulled herself out of the pool and the droplets of water that cascaded from her bare ankles and legs rippled the water like normal.
“Great, so it’s just when I touch the water….” She mumbles to herself while casting her gaze around. Her eye falls on one of the long handled pool nets. The kind with adjustable length handles….that were usually hollow. She unclicked the net at the head and peered down the eight foot pole. Yep. Hollow. Glory be.

Armed with her pole, she slipped back into the water, did a crawl (haha) that took about three minutes to get to where she wanted. She tread water over the egg for a moment, cementing her spot, then locked her lips onto the metal tube and sank backwards into the water. She backstroked downward, feeling about with one hand till it hit something smooth, round, granite like. She was running out of air now, so she crossed her mental fingers and – yes! – took a gulp of air in through the pipe handle. With that boost of energy, she curled her fingers around the egg and pushed off the bottom of the pool. She broke the surface and pulled herself out of the pool again, trophy in hand. She dried it and wrapped it in another handkerchief.

Towels….now that she hadn’t thought of. Crap. So she used her shirt. Now that it was soaking wet, she wasn’t about to put it back on, so she shimmied into her pants, slung the bag over her shoulders, then wrung out her sopping wet shirt and draped it over her neck before heading out into the April sun. Hey, all the good bits are covered. So it’s not illegal.

The third card was printed with leaves. Great. It was in one of the hundred trees or bushes on campus. So start moving, Tash.

Where to search first. Well there was the tree in the courtyard….and then there was the giant tree in front of the school. She’d bet anything that was it. When she arrived at the front of the school, ignoring the stares she was getting for being, well, topless. She didn’t care – what was the big deal? Breasts, woohoo, big deal. All girls had them, some more some less, but still there, right? And bras covered up as much as bikinis but you didn’t see anyone freaking out over those. She snorted. People.

Painted onto the trunk of the Leviathan before her was the green shape of an egg. Yup, this was definitely the right tree. Alright, now she was in business. Tash set her bag down on the ground and lunged for a branch, using it to pull herself up a few feet.the Leviathan before her was the green shape of an egg. Yup, this was definitely the right tree. Alright, now she was in business. She set her bag down on the ground and lunged for a branch, using it to pull herself up a few feet.
What was with all this climbing shit she had to do?!?

For the first few minutes, everything was moving smoothly. Then Tash felt something wrap around her ankle and give a tug so strong she almost lost her grip on the branch she was holding in her right hand. She tightened her grip and hazarded a look down. A long purple vine had pushed its way out of the tree bark. Its base was ringed with thorns and it was sticky, and trying to tug her down from her perch twelve feet up. Pulling her ever present pocket knife from one of her pockets, she leaned to cut the vine. She made a hefty wedge cut in it….and gasped as the chunky purple matter filled itself back in in a matter of seconds. Almost like a freaking hydra. Only it didn’t grow more heads. That allusion gave her an idea. Leaning back, she reached for one of the cargo pockets for the lighter she always carried. Looping her free leg around a sturdy branch, she grasped her lighter in one hand, her knife in the other, and let go of the branch above to swing suspended by one leg in the air. The sweeping sensation in her stomach made her giggle and then she groaned. It wasn’t helping that nagging headache of hers.

Stretching her arms out, she grabbed a hold of the tenacious little purple vine, sawed at it viciously, then before it had a chance to recover, she torched it with her lighter. The thing shriveled instantly and she punched the air in triumph. Probably didn’t look as badass as it would have were she upright, however…..Oh well. Couldn’t be helped. Then the worst thing possible happened: it began to grow back. Horrified, she jerked her ankle out of the way and set the little thorned hole in the trunk ablaze. A stench like rotting vegetables filled the air and the spikes collapsed inward on themselves. She paused, tense and watchful. Nothing moved. Amen. Grazie Jesus Cristo. Now to get moving in the right direction again.

It was no problem to store the knife and lighter in her button down pockets, but it was another matter turning herself upright from her one-leg-hold, upside down hanging position. She sighed, breathed deep, and did an upside down sit up, her toned stomach muscles flexing as she curled towards the branch with relative ease. Long fingers grasp the sturdy branch and she hauls herself upright again, loosing the lower branches from her leg’s grip. Now she was near the top and the branches were thinner: she knew she had to be careful. At a fork in the branches, she paused, leaning against the trunk, scanning the view. From here she saw two things and laughed in triumph. The first was the green clover egg: nestled in a makeshift nest. The second was the fourth and final egg. It was on the rooftop another tree away.
Well, that explained the stucco and sky on the last card. It pays to be observant.

In one swift motion, she reached out and plucked the green speckled egg from its nest, stowing it safely in one of her empty cargo pockets and looking around, poised for danger. None presented itself so she looked about. And yes, the next tree was close enough to…..

Like a jaguar, Tash flung herself from the high branches, aiming for another smaller tree about four feet away. It was a risky move and she knew it. But it paid off. She caught a thick branch neatly and swung like a trapeze artist, her feet coming to rest on a sturdy bough. She hugs the trunk to regain her balance, her breathing shaky with adrenaline and her eyes glittering with triumph. From this vantage point she could clamber onto the roof where the final prize lay.

She stepped cautiously onto the windswept roof That was her first mistake. Stepping, that is. Her foot sunk into the rooftop and she nearly toppled forward, yelping in surprise. As it was, she ended up sunk in to her knee, barely pulling herself up in time with a branch that stuck out over the roof. Water that didn’t act like water. And a roof that acted like a pool. Except the stucco-water left her skin dry and irritated. What the hell would they think of next. She growled to herself.
The effect it had on her skin made it clear she couldn’t swim it. So how was she supposed to get across. Not like putting rafts on rootops was a required school safety feature.

She sat on the edge of the rooftop for a minute, feet dangling off the edge, one arm draped over a large branch that was cracked at the base. It wasn’t one she had used for climbing since it was clearly dry and dying. In fact, if she pulled on it it would probably pop clean off. A lightbulb went on somewhere in her head. She stood, carefully balancing herself with the balls of her feet on the ledge and grasped the dead branch. Tash crouched to steady herself, then gave a good hard tug. With a creak and a groan the branch snapped. She had anticipated its give and used the backwards momentum to spin around, placing the thick bough in between her and the rooftop. It landed with a plop and, as she had hoped, floated there. She snapped off a leafy stick and stepped out onto her makeshift raft, crouched there low so that it wouldn’t roll, and used the branch like a gondola pole. Boating across a San Francisco rooftop. How surreal, very Salvador Dali. For such crude handiwork she made rather good time and the yellow diamond egg gave her no further trouble. The second it landed in her pocket the rooftop turned solid again. Tash hopped off the branch and sighed with relief.

That was when she heard footsteps behind her. Ready for pretty much anything by now, Tash spun around on her heels, dropping instinctively into a crouch, her torso turned sideways to present a smaller target to a potential attacker, weight on the balls of her feet leaving her ready and able to move quickly and in virtually any direction. What she saw was the one thing she didn’t expect. Ms. Clavering?
Now that made no sense at all.

”Congratulations, Natasha. Your prize.”

She produced a small wooden box and handed it to Tash, who took it, confused. She was coming down from her high and in addition to being worn out from all the egg hunting, she was getting the munchies. She looked up to thank Ms. Clavering, but the woman was gone.

”Hmph. Alright then.”

The little box opened without a squeak of its little hinges. It was lined with red velvet and within it an……egg?! A hardboiled little egg. Tash just stared, incredulous and ecstatic. BREAKFAST!!!!

She sat down right there on the sun soaked rooftop, peeled and ate the egg. It was still warm. Lovely. The warm started in her belly and spread to her limbs – funny – this felt like melting gold in her limbs, energizing, substantial. It wasn’t unpleasant it was just…unexpected. Hm….oh well. Who cares? BREAKFAST.

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ooc: final word count 3313, yes indeedy.

[narakunohana]

Extended until the last day of April. =D