And so it begins.
Welcome to Seigemore Highschool
Gasping, Athena rushed towards the school doors, the front ones. She looked winded, as if she'd been running for a long time. She had been, and aith good reason.
Fumbling, her hands managed to grasp the handle, which clattered as it refused to turn.
"Its locked!" she gasped, releasing it. "Every single door of this building is locked!"
"They're still there!" Some student shouted. "Those...those metal men! They're coming for the doors!"
"How did this happen?
" Athena wondered fearfully. "When did things get so messed up?
"A Few Hours Earlier...
Athena was waiting in the gym, where she and the rest of the students had been told to go to await a special announcement. She had stood with several friends of hers, waiting. Then, suddenly, there were strange sounds in the walls, which appeared to be moving. The windows were coated over with some strange substance, and there was the sound of doors locking.
No one had moved at first, no one was sure what to make of it. Then, slowly, as people got bored, everyone started exploring. The walls and windows were now some odd, rock-hard substance, and all the outside doors were locked. Fortunately the gym was connected to the main building, so they could reach the other rooms, but they were completely unable to get outside.
Then someone looked out the back door window...and saw them.
Strange men walking towards the school with a robot-like movement, a dark metallic black all over. Some were bare-handed, while others carried various tools and weapons, guns included. The entire student body was in an uproar.
And trapped. Thoroughly and utterly trapped.
"Everyone calm down!"
She glanced over to see some guy standing on a chair, shouting at those passing. She recognized him as Rowan Cliff, though she didn't know him personally.
"Look, we don't have a way out, so we're gonna have to make one. Until then, we're gonna fight back!" He leapt down, walking over towards one of the classrooms. "Arm yourselves, even if its just a pencil! And there's bound to be more around to use, like a broom or such. And heaven knows what can be used from the gym...get creative!" and he disappeared.
Athena thought, "That's perhaps one of the worst pep speeches ever.
" Still, she decided the heart was smart and went looking for something she could use. The storage closet always had something interesting in it...she went there first.
There was a bunch of boxes, filled with supplies and new things. And in the back were things no one ever used anymore. She didn't like large, awkward things like brooms, and baseball bats seemed just too light under the circumstances. So she went to the back, where the old drama club stuff was dumped.
Pushing aside some old costumes, she found a props bin. After rummaging around in there, she found an old-fashioned poker, nice and hefty and not too heavy. Smiling, she hefted it experimentally, nodding to herself.
"This'll do," she murmured. Hearing rummaging behind her, she turned to see one of her friends behind her. "Ally!" she said. "There's a lot of stuff we can use here!"
"Yes," Ally said, grinning. "I used to love this club, ya know." She dove into the bin with a cheery expression. Athena stared at her, surprised how she could be so cheerful. Then again, this bin did have memories for her. Maybe...eh.
"What's everyone doing?" Athena asked.
"What Rowan said, finding ways to arm ourselves. Though a lot of the boys went to the cafeteria." Ally looked disgusted.
Athena sighed, hefting her poker again. "Lets go make some rule and order."
Rowan glanced around, watching the students get to work. Sure they were still afraid and worried, but at least they were doing something purposeful now. How they were going to get out of this mess was beyond him. Still, as he told them, arming themselves was a good start. So he started looking for what he could possibly use.
In the end, he wound up in the cafeteria, a spool of thread and a couple needles tucked in his pocket. Several kids, boys in particular, who'd spotted him pocket those had looked at him strangely, but he'd just smiled and kept going. He found a lot of others in the kitchen, rummaging through utensils and things. He reached over someone's shoulder to grab the pepper shaker, and decided that would work for now.
Eventually, he found the broadcasting room, and went to looking for the mic.
"Hey everyone, its Rowan again," he said, his voice projected over the loudspeakers connected all over the school. "We're going to have to plan for the coming siege. Meet up at the hallway when you're all finished so we can discuss things."
As he put the mic away, he thought about what he'd said. Siege..."Siegemore High," he said softly. "Like a bad pun..." He turned and left the room.
OOC- seems a little wooden now that I look at it. Sorry guys