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Post by King Grayson on Aug 22, 2024 17:21:13 GMT -7
◣◆◢  | The world had slowed down for the fourteen-year-old boy with stupid hair as he witnessed the split-second transition of his field of view perceiving the hallway to the ceiling now instead. And what was that slowly beginning to peek its way into his view? Why, a bucket of paint, of course, a wave of deep crimson spilling forth from its open maw.
How in the world could have such a scenario come to happen? It was painfully simple, really. The freshman had made the mistake of running along the finely polished hallways of the academy with shoes that barely could muster up the friction to stop him from sliding on a field of sand, and he had been running to deliver a bucket of paint to the drama club.
A deadly combination, bringing about certain death.
As the red wave began to obscure his vision of that oh-so-pleasant-looking ceiling, the world would continue to move once more at regular speed.
The entire weight of the boy's body slammed onto the floor, head bouncing off the floor with a dull 'clunk' and his ears began to ring. He didn't even have time to register the dull pain in his body or the sharp one at the back of his head before a loud splash followed right after. It was good luck he had closed his eyes on impact, but that was little comfort as paint and pain alike covered his body.
He felt light-headed, entirely unsure whether that was from impact or the profuse amounts of paint he was huffing by the lungful through the necessary act of passive breathing.
Here lies King Grayson, a freshman of Panacea Academy, and currently posing as a modern art piece depicting the bloody murder in the middle of the academy hallways on this fine day. Right now, he lacked the state of mind to even attempt a wisecrack. A severe state for someone like him, without a doubt.
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Post by Eduard Winkler on Aug 22, 2024 20:43:29 GMT -7
EDUARD A. WINKLER Panacea academy, british columbia, canadA It was his first day on his own. He’d been in “training” before now, learning the ropes and what not and the different areas of the school. The school was *stupidly* huge. How was a small team supposed to keep the entire damn thing clean? Didn’t they know that teenagers were messy little shits? But regardless, here he was, after having job hopped for far too long, being reduced to cleaning up after a whole school of rich turds.
At the moment, Eduard was standing in a closet, grabbing a broom to start the “after school hours” sweep. Or whatever they referred to it as, where he’d take the oversized pushbroom and start the task of making “Panacea Academy stay beautiful”. He was really of the opinion that a school really didn’t need to be beautiful, but he supposed it was quite the nice place, regardless.
THUMP!
Eduard raised an eyebrow when he heard something clatter onto the ground in the hallway right outside the door. Something that sounded meaty, followed by something that sounded... Metallic. Who on earth was making a mess literally right in front of him!? Leaving the broom behind, he pushed open the door into the hall, not realizing that he would be walking right into the sight of a young boy with entirely too much extra hair gel laying dead in a puddle of his own blood.
“What.. the hell…”
Exactly what kind of school was this!?!?!
For a second, Eduard’s heart sped up. Was he going to have to write some report if the kid was dead!? Would he be a suspect?! He seriously didn’t want to get involved in some kid’s murder on his first day without a shadow watching him do the easiest job in the world… Ughhhh.
“Hey, are…” He paced closer to the seemingly dead child, and leaned over him. Here, it became immediately clear to him that the kid was decidedly not dead, and not covered in his own blood, but instead something that smelled more akin to paint, “Are you okay?”
Poor kid’s face and uniform were absolutely covered in red paint. What a way to die, huh?
Eduard pulled the sleeve of his red plaid flannel up over his hand, and used it to gently wipe some paint off of the boy’s face. Based on the way he seemed to be somewhat dazed, he had an inkling that the kid hit his head, but he couldn’t know for sure. At least Hair Gel didn’t seem to be unconscious, but he still knew better than to move him at the moment.
“Can you tell me your name and if you think you hit your head?”
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Post by King Grayson on Aug 23, 2024 9:32:54 GMT -7
◣◆◢ | The red King was still lying down and wallowing in silent suffering, trying to form a coherent thought besides 'it smells weird' or 'my everything hurts a bit' while keeping his eyes closed. It was a natural reaction to the wet weight on his face, knowing he'd get paint in his eyes otherwise and he was rather lacking in anything not coated in a thick layer of crimson at the moment.
He heard someone call out for him. Judging by the footsteps he was coming closer, and this was soon enough confirmed as he heard wet steps right next to him. He raised his hand off the ground for a tiny wave at this nice stranger coming to check up on him before letting it go limp and fall dead on the ground with a small splash.
Something dry went against his face, dragging the weight off of it. King felt some of the paint dripping down his cheeks and finally it felt like he could get some clean air though it still smelled like chemicals.
"Hello, sir. I did hit my head," he replied to the questioning, before tasting something off on his tongue. Blegh, a bit of paint had slipped past his lips. He tilted his head off to the side and spat a couple of times, trying to get the paint in with his saliva out of his mouth. The taste did stick around but wasn't as heavy. "And it's King. Thanks, sir," he continued, remembering his name well enough. No amnesia episodes this time, but who knows what the future has in store.
While still lying in his place in the puddle, his eyelids fluttered. Sure the paint was off of them as far as he could tell, but after the paint in his mouth, he was a lot more hesitant about opening his eyes. A blink. A second blink. Seemed... fine enough. No stinging, no blinding reds, just a bit blurry but the boy was sure that was just because of his blinking. Oh god, please let it be that and not his skull cracking open or something.
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Post by Eduard Winkler on Aug 25, 2024 14:15:11 GMT -7
EDUARD A. WINKLER Panacea academy, british columbia, canadA Ah. He did hit his head. And King? He seemed coherent enough, at least enough to realize he had paint in his mouth. But really? King? Was now really the time to be screwing around? There was no way this kid’s name was actually “King” right? If it was then his parents had a rather odd naming sense.
Eduard carefully watched the boy's eyes as they fluttered open. It was obvious he was being pretty cautious- due to the paint- which to him was a pretty good sign. Even better that he did seem like his gaze was focused.
“I’m no sir, I’m just a new janitor here. But King, huh? Either your parents have quite the sense of humor or yours is pretty lackluster.” Eduard’s tone was flat, as he gently leaned the boy’s head forward a small amount, and ran his fingertips along the back, passing over a thick bump nearly immediately, “You have a pretty gnarly welt back there. I’m gonna stick around for a bit and keep an eye on you. I don't want you to pass out.”
But he couldn’t leave “King” laying in the paint forever. It was probably best to get him to slowly stand up and maybe take him back to the teacher’s lounge where he could have him lay down on the sofa and put an ice compress there for a bit. The mess of paint would just have to wait for now.
“Also, grab onto my arm. I want you to sit up slowly and walk with me to the teacher’s lounge. If you feel lightheaded or dizzy, let me know.”
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Post by King Grayson on Aug 26, 2024 2:27:26 GMT -7
◣◆◢ | King's paint-red eyebrows furrowed downwards as he scowled in the direction of the man helping him out. He may have been the boy's savior in this current situation, but he would not take this slight kindly even from a 'Sir Janitor.' "Hey, mine's impeccable. What's green and-" A pained hiss followed, cutting off whatever awful joke King was about to make. "Ah, there it went. Can't even remember it now." But he's still got it, or so he believed and that smug smirk of his showed it.
But in all seriousness, the bump was very sensitive, and even though his incredible poker face managed to hide expressions of pain, the corners of his eyes were a bit watery.
"Sounds good, sir. Thanks," King nodded slowly as he reached out to grab the man's arm. It was a little tough to get a good grip thanks to the paint on his hand but a couple of slips was enough to get rid of enough to allow the boy to hold on. Slow and steady, he'd get up. First to sit, then to stand, with a couple of unsteady moments as the pooling crimson beneath him threatened to cause the boy to slip once more. Thankfully, an arm for support was enough to keep him standing. Honestly, without Eduard or someone else to help him out, odds were King would've been performing a sad comedy act without an audience of repeated pratfalls or somehow get himself into a worse mess.
Helped to walk carefully on the puddle of paint, right around its edge King stopped, holding out his free hand, "Hold on. Lemme get rid of these." His grip on Eduard's arm tightened as he needed even more support to stand on one leg, lifting his other one up to take off a soaked shoe. It got tossed into the puddle, a miraculously dry foot and sock getting planted upon dry floor, giving much better support for the second shoe to come off without any wobbling. "There. No messing the hallways even more with bloody shoe prints. Lead the way, sir." The boy gave a thumbs-up to the much older man.
The pair of traitorous shoes, nearly costing their liege his life, would be left behind by the pair as they would continue to walk down the hallway. Let the bastards drown in the crimson they caused.
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Post by Eduard Winkler on Aug 27, 2024 9:48:42 GMT -7
EDUARD A. WINKLER Panacea academy, british columbia, canadA Eduard could’ve given the boy a second bump on the back of his head. First “King” and now pretending to forget? Well he could only hope the boy hadn’t forgotten so quickly. At least he was taking his advice and slowly getting upward. Except for… poor kid couldn’t seem to get a footing in the red paint mess. Eduard braced himself, giving King some stability to toss his shoes onto the ground. He couldn’t help but smirk at the boy’s weirdness. But if it worked for the kid, then he didn’t mind.
“Hah, you don’t wanna leave a trail that leads directly to your mess?”
He led the way towards the lounge, and made sure to keep an eye on how the kid was doing. At the very least, the boy seemed to be fairly steady on his feet and he didn’t see any swaying. (After they left the slippery paint mess behind.) And leaving the shoes behind and stepping over the paint meant that that was less mess for him to clean up later. So whether it was on purpose or not, Eduard was really appreciative about that.
“Also, I’m not really into that “sir” thing. You can just call me by my given name, Eduard. Or, I guess “Mr. Winkler” works too.” Another thing he wasn’t used to. “Mr. Winkler” would’ve been his father. If he even considered his father a man. But luckily for him, he wasn’t a teacher. So he supposed if the students called him by his first name it wasn’t a huge deal.
Once they reached the teacher’s lounge, Eduard swiped his badge and pushed the door open.
“Let me put down a pad for you so you don’t make a damn mess on the sofa here. Don’t move.” Eduard released his grip on the boy’s arm and moved towards the cabinets where the teachers stored the trash bags. It felt odd making the poor guy lay on a bag but again, better to avoid making messes. He spread the bag out and gestured for King to lay down, “Be careful now.”
Next thing he had to do was get ice.
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Post by King Grayson on Sept 6, 2024 20:12:36 GMT -7
◣◆◢ | "A good criminal knows not to," King snickered with an exaggerated deviousness as he smirked to the Janitor's comment. "Don't go snitching or I'll send my royal court ninja assassins to silence you. No loose ends."
But sir was no good, huh? Great, that's great. The boy had been taught to know his manners, especially with the faculty, which he believed to extend from the very top to the bottom -though really, janitors are super important so no disrespect- but the truth was he was a lot more comfortable with a more lax form of address. Of course, only if he was permitted to.
"Sure thing, Mr. Ed!" He didn't hesitate to come up with a nickname on the spot, giving the janitor a salute with his trademark grin. Just plain Eduard was boring and Mr. Winkler was too stern sounding. Mr. Ed was the perfect mix of polite and lax.
Sounded cool to boot to the fourteen-year-old. 'Here comes Mr. Ed to save the day!' Heard the announcement as clear as day in his head. The janitor seemed like a pretty cool guy, after all. Had that appealing grumpy veteran hero look. Chuckling to his thoughts, imagining a very marketable Mr. Ed figure filling out store shelves, the pair would reach their destination without issues.
Another thumbs up would be given by the boy as confirmation to stay still at Eduard's request. He managed to stand steady enough, giving the teacher's lounge a good look from one corner to the other. It was his first time there, though who knows how soon he would have ended up here anyway. Maybe. Perhaps. The boy didn't know how uptight the faculty here would be in reaction to his antics.
Seeing the trash bag placed on top of the (presumably) costly sofa, King couldn't help but snicker. He'd give the janitor a courteous bow. "Thanks, Mr. Ed," he'd thank, before noticing a goopy strand of paint nearly dropping off of his crimson hair and catching it. Okay, no extra movements.
Just...
Take a seat...
Slooooooowly...
There, nice and comfy. Though, not too comfy, as the he had to keep his back rigidly straight and actively stop himself from leaning back against the sofa. There was no need to make more of a mess, especially on something a lot more difficult to clean than the floor.
Speaking of the floor, he felt just awful about the mess he caused. A janitor already had enough work for themselves and he just added more on top of that. And with how Eduard was being such a cool guy as to look after King, he was wasting precious time that could've been spent on cleaning instead. How long would it take to clean the mess of that 'murder scene' on your lonesome?
King's lips curled into a smile, as he got an idea.
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Post by Eduard Winkler on Sept 6, 2024 21:33:13 GMT -7
EDUARD A. WINKLER Panacea academy, british columbia, canadA ‘Mr. Ed,’ huh? Well it wasn’t like he cared. It was actually oddly flattering to him that the kid was excitedly giving him a special nickname. “King” was even excited enough to use it several times, and Eduard couldn’t help but feel that this was probably very normal behavior for the guy. Either that or the poor kiddo had gone off the rails and was in need of some serious medical attention. But his experience told him otherwise.
Eduard began to move around the room to look for a bag he could put some ice inside of, and he found just what he needed in a drawer- a sandwich bag filled with toothpicks. He supposed that whoever had put those there wouldn’t be happy about it, but he could just dump them into a mug. Good thing there was one sitting right next to him on the counter. Like lightning, he grabbed the mug up, and even faster than that, his hand stiffened up and the thing dropped to the ground and broke almost perfectly in half.
Whoops.
Eduard was used to dropping things. It came with the territory. But now here he was, a week and a half into the job, getting involved with weird kids covered in red paint who thought they were royalty, and breaking some teacher’s “Best Teacher” mugs. Well he certainly didn’t want to make a name for himself this way.
Slowly, he bent over to pick the broken mug up, and dumped the toothpicks into one of the two halves, before going to retrieve the ice for the bag. Once full with ice from the ice machine, he wrapped a few paper towels around the bundle and came back to stand over the couch.
“Relax.” He noticed the boy was lying in an odd position, almost like he didn’t want to get the couch dirty for fear of the teachers screaming at him, “Put this on your head too.” He was happy to see that King complied, and he walked away from the kid again to get some wet paper towels so that he could clean himself off a bit.
As he came back, he pulled up a chair beside the couch, and sat in it backwards, leaning his torso on the back of it. He figured he might as well get comfortable if he was going to babysit for a while.
“So your name really is King, huh?”
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Post by King Grayson on Sept 7, 2024 18:38:42 GMT -7
◣◆◢ | On that day, rumors of the educational building's Phantom Bloodbath would begin circulating. The grizzly scene of a murder, a massive pool of blood with a clear outline of a person inside of it would appear at random in one of the building's hallways only to disappear the moment you looked away. Or so goes the rumor, in time settling as one of the ghost stories of Panacea Academy.
And the real shocker was that King wasn't the one spreading this around. Happened all on its own.
Crazy, I know.
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A couple of days had managed to pass and King was as energetic as ever, entirely unaffected by the incident physically. Though, he was still dealing with the paint. Even after numerous showers and good scrubbings he kept finding bits of red staining his hair.
A bit of rest and keeping it lax does wonders to help one recover, but the paint was going to have to last for a bit longer regrettably. Although, the boy had to admit that he kind of liked his hair with a deep red. He may or may not have considered it as a potential future look, if he really wished to spice things up. But, for the time being he kept the usual toothpaste look for himself. Can't go switching things up so drastically when he just started rocking his current style, after all.
Potential future looks aside, King was currently making his way through the well polished hallways of the building with a spring to his step. He had learned his lesson and was wearing shoes that had some actual hold to them, meaning no comically overthetop pratfalls today for him.
Now, why would he be skipping around the building like this only two days after his previous incident? The boy was in search of the cool janitor that had helped him, of course! A simple thanks wasn't enough and King insisted on giving a proper thanks for the assistance after he had barely survived his own shoes' attempt at his life.
Hair bobbing about with each step and peeking behind corners before the rest of his head followed, he combed through the hallways carefully, trying to locate the elusive Mr. Ed.
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Post by Eduard Winkler on Sept 7, 2024 22:07:13 GMT -7
EDUARD A. WINKLER Panacea academy, british columbia, canadA Eduard wasn’t completely immune to the weird rumors spreading around the school about the strange incident from a few days prior. Students had weird ways of talking and making things seem a lot more exciting than they were. Although it wasn’t much different with the teachers either. Somehow “the toothpick bag stealer who also broke someone’s favorite mug and left a bit of red paint on the couch” was also a thing that was spreading. Man, were people really that bored?
At least King hadn’t told anyone, he supposed... The kid named ‘King’, huh? What an oddball that one was. But Eduard was no stranger to weirdos in his life. In fact, his three best friends from the fire department were a strange bunch themselves.
At the moment, Eduard was sitting on a bench out front of the school, playing Tetris mindlessly on his phone. (His niece had gotten him addicted to the damn game when she installed all kinds of weird stuff on his phone while “fixing it”.) He was on his lunch break and trying to kill some time, and for some reason he couldn’t find it in himself to focus. It was like his mind just kept wandering into the weird unknown, thinking about the odd kid he’d met, how gross teenagers were, and why the hell he’d ended up here.
It was affecting his game dammit! How was he to beat his high score like this!? Maybe it was best to not play for now… He thought, setting his phone upside down on his knees and leaning back against the bench he was sitting on.
It was still pretty early in the year, and the weather hadn’t completely grown cold yet, so the sun felt nice on his face. So nice… He shut his eyes.
No wait.
Where on earth was the floor polishing equipment? That was his task for the second part of his day but where…
He shut his eyes once again.
Thinking about it, he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, not that he ever really did, being both somewhat of an insomniac and an extremely light sleeper. But last night he’d spent far too much time watching some documentary about sharks. Then one about the country Finland (another cold place he’d be happy NOT living in). Then another about street food in India, and for some reason, next thing he knew, the sun was rising and it was time to go to work again.
Well maybe a quick nap wouldn’t hurt….
….Would it….?
As he felt his mind drift in the last vestiges of the leftover warmth for the year, he was completely unaware that a certain someone was on the hunt for him.
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