Mortal Coil

>>46506

>you think back on your successes...

Hard to see it sometimes, but you've gotten farther than everyone thought. Sure, you fucked up and went to juvenile hall - but while you were there, you saw what your future looked like.

You decided that you wouldn't be wearing an orange jumpsuit any time soon.

You came home, finished high school and managed to get into a pretty alright school. Your old friends can hardly believe the same guy who once tried to burn down a grocery store can calmly elocute on Sophocles.

Life is a funny thing

>>46609
A smirk flashes across your face as your run your fingers through your hair, the entire weight of your head resting within your calloused hand. You cant believe you how much of a dumbass edge lord you use to be.

Trying to burn down some shitty grocery store just because the cashier you had asked out turned you down like the arrogant prick you were. To make matters worse, you blamed getting caught on the fact that an old friend once told you that ordinary household lighter fluid was just as flammable as kerosene.

You begin to laugh to yourself, earning you an awkward glance from the bartender across the room.

What a retard. you take another sip from your glass of bourbon. If you hadn't lived through the whole ordeal personally, you probably wouldn't have believed that a teenager could actually be that dumb.

Having finished the remainder of your drink, you slide off of the bar stool, your legs feeling a bit shaky for a few moments until the room stops spinning and you regained your balance. HAving already paid, you shoot the bartender a quick wave as your briskly make your way out of the bar.

You take a huge breath of fresh air, the atmosphere feeling far less cramped and claustrophobic. The wind blows furiously from behind you. There is almost some sort of tingling sensation in the air around you, as if you had just walked into the middle of a storm. Looking up into the sky, you notice that the overcast conceals any trace of the starry night sky.

You still feel a bit antsy from being cramped up in the room all day. Should you try to walk of some of your excess energy, maybe head over to the campus for a bit? Then again ,yo feel a bit dizzy from all the drinks you had. Perhaps it would be best to head on home for the night and just go on a walk tomorrow?

>>46794

>what's the harm in a walk?

Campus ought to be dead right now, but the silence can be soothing while everyone's gone. Plus there's that nice little garden behind the gym that you like.

>>46844
You shrug your shoulders and figure you might as well go for a quick walk, after all, its barely midnight. Besides, knowing how you handle your alcohol, if you try and stay still for too long, you might end up throwing up the few drinks you just ingested. You always had a week stomach, so you decide to roam around for a bit, at least until the alcohol starts to wear off.

You look off to the distance and see the large rotunda off in the horizon. As you walk towards it, you begin to contemplate your history with the small university. It all started almost 6 years ago when you first entered the halls as a freshmen. You knew you wanted to do something in art, yet the looming reality of insufficient job prospects had made you paranoid from sticking for one concentration for any more than a few semesters. Hopping from painting, to graphic design, to sculpting, to printmaking etc. had kept you from graduating on time with the rest of the friends you made earlier on in your college career. Seeing so many friends come and go made you begin to resent the institution that you now felt almost trapped in.

You use to rant about each and every minute obstacle the university would place in front of you as you rapidly switched back and forth between your concentrations to your best friend Dominic. Before he dropped out last semester, you two use to take out your frustrations with the university by harassing the underclassmen. The unbridled optimism and school spirit they showed use to irritate you and Dominic to no end.

Eventually you end up at the gates of the university. Deserted, just as you thought. Off in the distance you see several construction vehicles looming stagnantly behind a closed off section of the campus. Ever since you started attending, it always seemed like the college was in the process of changing itself, whether it was constructing new unnecessary buildings (what the hell is is the purpose of an Alumni Center anyway) or renovating some 70 year old dormitories. It seemed to you that the school was never content with what it had, almost like the administration had some insecurity that they were trying to overcompensate for. Either way, the campus was in a constant state of uproar during the day time.

Perhaps you should take advantage of the uninhabited campus and get up to a bit of mischief, just like the good old days with Dominic?

>>47139

The temptation is strong... But you've sank six years into this place - which means no permanent damage.

Nothing wrong with looking around the new build site and construction stuff though.

>>47186
You saunter on over to the construction site, passing by a crowbar that some worker must have left behind earlier that day. You wish you could hot-wire the bulldozer off in the distance, but common sense kicks in and you do your best to subdue such urges. You reach the edge of the construction site, stopping at the boarder of caution tape that marks the off limits section of the campus. You turn around and lean your back up against one of the street lights, your head still spinning a bit from all that bourbon you consumed a while back. Glancing at your feet, you notice a large sewer grate.

Back in the early days of the university, when it was an all girls college in the mid 1800's, the campus had several under ground tunnels that the students use to use to back and forth between one of the neighboring churches. At least thats what you remember your old RA telling you awhile back. By now the tunnels were strictly off limits to the students. Rumors have it that a certain secret organization still use the tunnels to get by the rest of the student body undetected.

While not exactly being a fraternity, Kai was a University sponsored club whose members were sworn into an oath of secrecy. No one outside of Kai knew exactly what they did, but most people figured it was a way of spreading school spirit and camaraderie amongst the student. Occasionally, the members would walk around campus in a single file line at night, draped in long, dark cloaks with their faces between the shadows of their hoods. Nothing would really happen on these walks, but the way they seemed to appear and disappear almost at random seemed to put a few of the students on edge, yourself included.

You bend over and try to lift up the metal grate, your curiosity too strong to ignore any longer. However, the grate doesn't seem to budge very easily. You almost manage to lift it up high enough for you to slide it out from it's panel, but it just falls back into place, its weight too much for you to move with your bare hands.

What should you do now?

>>47417

Grab the crowbar and pry it open, obviously.