The New Student Dean [EVENT]

THE CLIMAX.

Ty continued to observe from his seat. A sadistic smirk tugging at his lips as his mind projected his silly little fantasy of this little play production. There weren't many plays that could truly capture an audience's attention, keep it, and also melt their hearts. This play, however had been succeeding marvelously. The actors played their roles marvelously, capturing the true essence of each character and maintaining the integrity of them all with grace and poise. And oh, don't even get the Blue Devil started on the director. That worm of a director, the student dean, was absolutely brilliant. He orchestrated this master piece with such a grounded vision that how could one absolutely not fall in love with this production? And all of his shitty assistant directors. All of those Pillars and regulators looking down at the actors as though they were mere subordinates. But nonetheless, they had their parts to play as well. And as horrible as they were, they did their damn jobs. But where was the playwright? No where to be found. Because there was no playwright. This play was absolutely improvised from the start. And kudos to the director, but that meant the actors had free reign. Silly worm. Didn't he know, that just because it's his vision didn't mean it was the right choice for this play. And the actors have spoken: they all absolutely hated his vision. He killed off one of their favorite characters, after all. And that was simply unacceptable. 

The eldest Hattori included. The actor's warm up was over. It was time for his own entrance. A modern day Mercutio to Musashi's Romeo. The hazel irises staring through the black frames that claimed his face swam lazily to Musashi making his move to the stage. Alex Dragon had worm-like tendencies, but he was still one of their own, nonetheless. The one thing the polar opposite brothers agreed upon was that they simply couldn't leave behind their own. And the one likeness they shared was their astonishing recklessness despite knowing very well the risks and consequences. Ty shoved his hands in carelessly in his pockets as Musashi quickly took the stage. He moved to the side, for a better angle, pinpointing and mapping out where his brother would make his escape. He'd need to be in the right position in case the rescue mission went astray. He pushed his way lazily through the fray, his face maintaining its usual uninterested and cold expression. The hazel irises observed as the younger Hattori successfully rescued Alex Dragon from the stage, expeditiously fleeing the stage. But a clean escape was simply too good to be true as his brother was surrounded by the crew of regulators. Ty lurked behind them, realizing the worms were in for a world of pain. His little brother, though lacking wisdom and direction, made up for it in impeccable strength. Musashi tossed Alex backwards towards Ty's exact position, the unconscious body landing safely in the eldest Hattori's arms. The Blue Devil immediately slid back carrying the boy and disappearing into the crowd, their body's undoubtedly getting lost in the hustle and bustle, rendering them very difficult to spot in the sea of moving bodies. He would have made an exit stage right from the auditorium but all of the exits were barricaded with regulator bodies. He had no choice but to be patient and simply blend with the crowd until opportunity presented itself where he could make his next move...

"I need a fucking drink."

It was all he could muster from under his breath. Damn. Acting sure was difficult.