Post by God-Maker Syrum on Jan 13, 2015 20:53:04 GMT -5
It had been about a week since the attack on the school by the red head and Riot. He had been in contact with many individuals both in and out of school, and today...today was the day his carefully laid plans came to fruition. The last time Edgar Krane approached the office of headmaster, it was to announce his candidacy for a roll that had yet to be filled. Now, with so much chaos, the school board was scared. Terrified, even, that there just wasn't enough direction for the students. All the recent gang activity coupled with the direct attack on the Pillars made them more than antsy.
They needed a firm hand.
He walked into the office of the Headmaster and stared around himself. The Class. The wealth. The firm reward of an unjust system. He wore a black suit with fringes, his hair sleaved back as he eyed the place that seemed to swell the power in his chest.
"It begins."
He would step inside, running a hand along the oak desk. Bringing his fingertips up to trim them over the books and the globe. Edgar Corbin Krane pulled out the chair and looked at the door, taking a deep, slow breath before lowering himself into the seat. Any minute now, the announcement would break through, and the power table would shift in his favor. It would be up to him to solidify it.
They needed a firm hand.
He walked into the office of the Headmaster and stared around himself. The Class. The wealth. The firm reward of an unjust system. He wore a black suit with fringes, his hair sleaved back as he eyed the place that seemed to swell the power in his chest.
"It begins."
He would step inside, running a hand along the oak desk. Bringing his fingertips up to trim them over the books and the globe. Edgar Corbin Krane pulled out the chair and looked at the door, taking a deep, slow breath before lowering himself into the seat. Any minute now, the announcement would break through, and the power table would shift in his favor. It would be up to him to solidify it.
