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A Little Chat (Chance Dunway) [PG-13]
Daniel Hemmingway Thu Feb 05, 2015 12:27 pm
"Please, step inside Mr Dunway." Daniel Hemmingway, Masquerade's counsellor opened the door wide to permit the youth entrance to his office. Daniel liked his office, it was a relaxing space. His black leather chair was behind his polished oak desk, and there was a comfy couch in front of it, where anyone who came to see him could relax, whether they wanted to sit or lie down. It gave the students a choice, which made them feel more in control, and therefore, more relaxed.
"You are not gonna believe this." Chance told him as he stepped into the office.
"You'd be surprised at what I do or don't believe, Mr Dunway. Or would you prefer just Chance?" Again, the choice. A student who felt relaxed and in control was a lot easier to deal with than an hysterical one.
A young girl, Alice Kirkland, had rushed to the office to tell him that Chance had found out the secret of Masquerade, and it was Daniel's job to decide whether he got to keep that knowledge or have it removed from his mind. Some people accepted what they had seen and knew to keep quiet about it. Others wanted to blow the secret and tell the whole school, and others just couldn't cope with what they'd seen. If they couldn't cope, Daniel used his telepathic abilities to either remove or alter the memory. It worked out best for everyone if that happened. The student got to carry on with their life as normal, blissful in their ignorance, and the students at the school who were more than normal got to keep their secrets safely.
Chance seemed to have a strong mind and the ability to cope with mental strain for the most part, but even for someone as strong-willed as him, there was a limit. And finding out the supernatural was real had a tendency to push that limit.
"You are not gonna believe this." Chance told him as he stepped into the office.
"You'd be surprised at what I do or don't believe, Mr Dunway. Or would you prefer just Chance?" Again, the choice. A student who felt relaxed and in control was a lot easier to deal with than an hysterical one.
A young girl, Alice Kirkland, had rushed to the office to tell him that Chance had found out the secret of Masquerade, and it was Daniel's job to decide whether he got to keep that knowledge or have it removed from his mind. Some people accepted what they had seen and knew to keep quiet about it. Others wanted to blow the secret and tell the whole school, and others just couldn't cope with what they'd seen. If they couldn't cope, Daniel used his telepathic abilities to either remove or alter the memory. It worked out best for everyone if that happened. The student got to carry on with their life as normal, blissful in their ignorance, and the students at the school who were more than normal got to keep their secrets safely.
Chance seemed to have a strong mind and the ability to cope with mental strain for the most part, but even for someone as strong-willed as him, there was a limit. And finding out the supernatural was real had a tendency to push that limit.
Daniel Hemmingway- Age : 37
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Re: A Little Chat (Chance Dunway) [PG-13]
Chance Dunway Sat Feb 07, 2015 6:48 am
When Chance stepped into the office, he instantly felt a little bit better. He'd always found Mr. Hemmingway a sort of comforting presence, though he couldn't quite place his finger on why. He took the guitar from his back, setting it down on the couch and taking a seat next to it. It was a comfortable couch, to say the least. After everything he'd been touch, Chance wanted to just sink into it and disappear for a while, maybe come back when things made a lot more sense.
"Just Chance," he said, his voice heavy and empty of energy. He almost added 'Mr. Dunway is my father,' but he wasn't in any mood to be cracking jokes, and as he was actually Chance Dunway Jr, there wasn't really a whole lot of distinction between father and son in terms of titles. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long breath. Chance was trying to figure out how to formulate exactly what he'd just seen to the counselor.
"Okay first off, that girl has a sword. A sword. There's no way that's not against school policy. Second, she used that sword to kill this big giant red demon thing. Just cut it's head off. Right there in front of me. Now, I don't know if you've ever seen that, but it's a pretty damn traumatic experience. So, while we're here, why don't we just make a long standing appointment about that, because I'm probably going to have nightmares. Also, I'd like something done about the sword wielding maniac, or I'll have my lawyers shut this place down in a heartbeat, plea bargain or no plea bargain. I'm pretty sure they have guards to protect me from this sort of thing in prison, so."
Chance paused, finally taking a breath. He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, one eyebrow arched. He'd explained everything he could to Mr. Hemmingway, and given him a choice of his own. Do something about the crazy girl, or risk having the school shut down. Chance didn't play around when it came to his personal safety. Sure, he had risked it several times when he'd gone on his art thief spree, but he was never in any real danger at any time during the heists. Each job was carefully planned so that he was in complete control of the situation and there was an almost non-existent margin for error.
But this? This posed a legitimate threat on his life, and that was not something he would stand for.
"Just Chance," he said, his voice heavy and empty of energy. He almost added 'Mr. Dunway is my father,' but he wasn't in any mood to be cracking jokes, and as he was actually Chance Dunway Jr, there wasn't really a whole lot of distinction between father and son in terms of titles. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long breath. Chance was trying to figure out how to formulate exactly what he'd just seen to the counselor.
"Okay first off, that girl has a sword. A sword. There's no way that's not against school policy. Second, she used that sword to kill this big giant red demon thing. Just cut it's head off. Right there in front of me. Now, I don't know if you've ever seen that, but it's a pretty damn traumatic experience. So, while we're here, why don't we just make a long standing appointment about that, because I'm probably going to have nightmares. Also, I'd like something done about the sword wielding maniac, or I'll have my lawyers shut this place down in a heartbeat, plea bargain or no plea bargain. I'm pretty sure they have guards to protect me from this sort of thing in prison, so."
Chance paused, finally taking a breath. He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, one eyebrow arched. He'd explained everything he could to Mr. Hemmingway, and given him a choice of his own. Do something about the crazy girl, or risk having the school shut down. Chance didn't play around when it came to his personal safety. Sure, he had risked it several times when he'd gone on his art thief spree, but he was never in any real danger at any time during the heists. Each job was carefully planned so that he was in complete control of the situation and there was an almost non-existent margin for error.
But this? This posed a legitimate threat on his life, and that was not something he would stand for.
Chance Dunway- Join date : 2011-06-08
Posts : 140
Re: A Little Chat (Chance Dunway) [PG-13]
Daniel Hemmingway Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:12 pm
Daniel sat back in his chair as 'Just Chance' explained what had happened. He let out a mental sigh, wishing he could have just one week without anything like this happening. Been a counsellor never was an easy job, but the supernatural factor just made everything ten times more difficult.
"You're right that carrying around the sword is against school policy. We allow students to have weapons such as that as long as they are ornaments only. Many swords, such as Ms Kirkland's, are family heirlooms and it would be disrespectful to not allow the small comforts of such things here." He explained to Chance. "Now, as for the demon attack... that's a first for here. We pride ourselves on the school's security, so if something like that happens, then chances are that it was somehow bound to the student. Possibly a curse."
Daniel rested his head on his hand's as he figured out what to say next. This was where things could go horribly wrong. Chance had brought up the subject of the dreaded fiends known as 'lawyers'... even the most ruthless vampire or werewolf feared that word. However, while Chance was here, it was Daniel's job to explain about the school. If Chance could understand the information given, and not go crazy about it (crazy actually been a term that made Daniel wince. People used it so lightly these days!), then he would be allowed to keep his memory of this demon attack. Otherwise, it would be wiped from his mind. A memory like that couldn't be altered, as there was nothing logical to lead up to the altering of the memory or during it. If Alice hadn't had a sword on her at the time, things would have been much easier.
"Chance, I doubt lawyers would be able to do much in this case. Yes, the school is responsible for your safety, but it's also responsible for the safety of all the other students here. As such, humans like yourself - that is to say, humans with no... supernatural abilities - are kept in the dark about the true purpose of this school. Masquerade, like many places, has its own secret, you see. Because of what's happened, I'm allowed to let you in on this secret. Please believe me when I say, every word I tell you now is the truth, and you will be expected to keep this secret when you hear it.
"You see, Masquerade isn't like other schools. The specialisation of Performing Arts is just a cover, to make sure all our students are gifted in some way. The truth of the matter is that humans aren't the only things that come to our school. The supernatural is all too real, Chance. We have vampires, werewolves, angels, demons and fairies here. In fact, any supernatural creature you can think of, at least one of it's kind has come here. We offer education to all, and safety for those that are ostracised from the rest of society.
"I'm telling you this because, from your file at least, you appear to be a smart young man. I'm hoping you can realise that this is the truth and understand why it must be kept quiet. Ms Kirkland is the heir and the last living member of a family of demon hunters, known throughout the world. That sword, even though she shouldn't be carrying it around, is her heritage. I'm telling you all this, Chance, to give you an opportunity - be in on the school's secret, accept it and keep it... or lose your memory of this incident with the demon. I understand it may be hard to come to terms with, but there's a lot more to the world out there than you could possibly comprehend."
Chance was now in on the secret. Whether he could handle that or not determined whether he kept his memory or not. There was no grey area, no in between, here at Masquerade. You either knew the secret and kept it, or you lost your memory. The school couldn't take the chance of anyone finding out. It would cause chaos and panic worldwide if anyone else knew the secret.
"You're right that carrying around the sword is against school policy. We allow students to have weapons such as that as long as they are ornaments only. Many swords, such as Ms Kirkland's, are family heirlooms and it would be disrespectful to not allow the small comforts of such things here." He explained to Chance. "Now, as for the demon attack... that's a first for here. We pride ourselves on the school's security, so if something like that happens, then chances are that it was somehow bound to the student. Possibly a curse."
Daniel rested his head on his hand's as he figured out what to say next. This was where things could go horribly wrong. Chance had brought up the subject of the dreaded fiends known as 'lawyers'... even the most ruthless vampire or werewolf feared that word. However, while Chance was here, it was Daniel's job to explain about the school. If Chance could understand the information given, and not go crazy about it (crazy actually been a term that made Daniel wince. People used it so lightly these days!), then he would be allowed to keep his memory of this demon attack. Otherwise, it would be wiped from his mind. A memory like that couldn't be altered, as there was nothing logical to lead up to the altering of the memory or during it. If Alice hadn't had a sword on her at the time, things would have been much easier.
"Chance, I doubt lawyers would be able to do much in this case. Yes, the school is responsible for your safety, but it's also responsible for the safety of all the other students here. As such, humans like yourself - that is to say, humans with no... supernatural abilities - are kept in the dark about the true purpose of this school. Masquerade, like many places, has its own secret, you see. Because of what's happened, I'm allowed to let you in on this secret. Please believe me when I say, every word I tell you now is the truth, and you will be expected to keep this secret when you hear it.
"You see, Masquerade isn't like other schools. The specialisation of Performing Arts is just a cover, to make sure all our students are gifted in some way. The truth of the matter is that humans aren't the only things that come to our school. The supernatural is all too real, Chance. We have vampires, werewolves, angels, demons and fairies here. In fact, any supernatural creature you can think of, at least one of it's kind has come here. We offer education to all, and safety for those that are ostracised from the rest of society.
"I'm telling you this because, from your file at least, you appear to be a smart young man. I'm hoping you can realise that this is the truth and understand why it must be kept quiet. Ms Kirkland is the heir and the last living member of a family of demon hunters, known throughout the world. That sword, even though she shouldn't be carrying it around, is her heritage. I'm telling you all this, Chance, to give you an opportunity - be in on the school's secret, accept it and keep it... or lose your memory of this incident with the demon. I understand it may be hard to come to terms with, but there's a lot more to the world out there than you could possibly comprehend."
Chance was now in on the secret. Whether he could handle that or not determined whether he kept his memory or not. There was no grey area, no in between, here at Masquerade. You either knew the secret and kept it, or you lost your memory. The school couldn't take the chance of anyone finding out. It would cause chaos and panic worldwide if anyone else knew the secret.
Daniel Hemmingway- Age : 37
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Re: A Little Chat (Chance Dunway) [PG-13]
Chance Dunway Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:29 pm
The big reveal was less dramatic for Chance than it could have been, had he not seen a demon being decapitated less than an hour before. Obviously, it was still kind of mind blowing, but the giant red hellbeast had softened the blow. He kept his face a stoic mask, a trick he learned from his lawyers in court. He was beginning to suspect that Mr. Hemmingway didn't exactly understand the implications of the situation he and Chance had found themselves in. Chance was prepared to do whatever it took to make sure the girl, Alice, was stopped. Both for himself and the safety of the other students.
"If we're going to be honest here, Mr. Hemmingway, I'd really rather not remember the whole demon thing, but before you go playing around in my brain, there are some conditions I'd like met." He leaned forward, almost conspiratorially.
"First, I'd look into beefing up your security. This may have been your first incident with a demon, but it still happened, which means there are weaknesses in your protection system. And take it from someone who made a living from getting around security, there are people who are more than willing to exploit those weaknesses. If this school is all about protecting its students, you owe it to them to look into that.
"Second, I want you to give me your personal guarantee that that girl, Kirkland, is never allowed within at least fifty feet of me ever again. Stolen memory or not, I don't want that sideshow freak anywhere near me. I'd much rather have her expelled, but you seem to think that even she deserves a safe haven here, and I'm not one to deny someone the protection they deserve.
"That last one is absolutely vital, because if you cannot promise me that, we are done here and I will walk out of this office right now, and alert the media to not only the fact that you're allowing students to keep dangerous weapons on campus, and you're harboring an internationally wanted fugitive, but that there are a bunch of supernatural creatures all locked up in one school, ripe for the dissection and hunting.
"I like you, Hemmingway, I really do. And I like going to Masquerade. I'd really rather not end up in prison, but that's what would happen if I went to the media with this. I'm honored that you think you can trust me with this secret, and you're right. I'm probably perfectly capable of handling it. But there's something you should know about me: you can't trust me with anything. Once a criminal, always a criminal. Now, make this easier on both of us, and erase my memory."
"If we're going to be honest here, Mr. Hemmingway, I'd really rather not remember the whole demon thing, but before you go playing around in my brain, there are some conditions I'd like met." He leaned forward, almost conspiratorially.
"First, I'd look into beefing up your security. This may have been your first incident with a demon, but it still happened, which means there are weaknesses in your protection system. And take it from someone who made a living from getting around security, there are people who are more than willing to exploit those weaknesses. If this school is all about protecting its students, you owe it to them to look into that.
"Second, I want you to give me your personal guarantee that that girl, Kirkland, is never allowed within at least fifty feet of me ever again. Stolen memory or not, I don't want that sideshow freak anywhere near me. I'd much rather have her expelled, but you seem to think that even she deserves a safe haven here, and I'm not one to deny someone the protection they deserve.
"That last one is absolutely vital, because if you cannot promise me that, we are done here and I will walk out of this office right now, and alert the media to not only the fact that you're allowing students to keep dangerous weapons on campus, and you're harboring an internationally wanted fugitive, but that there are a bunch of supernatural creatures all locked up in one school, ripe for the dissection and hunting.
"I like you, Hemmingway, I really do. And I like going to Masquerade. I'd really rather not end up in prison, but that's what would happen if I went to the media with this. I'm honored that you think you can trust me with this secret, and you're right. I'm probably perfectly capable of handling it. But there's something you should know about me: you can't trust me with anything. Once a criminal, always a criminal. Now, make this easier on both of us, and erase my memory."
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Re: A Little Chat (Chance Dunway) [PG-13]
Daniel Hemmingway Thu Feb 12, 2015 12:13 pm
Daniel listened to what Chance had to say and let out a sigh. There never could be an easy day, could there? This young man was threatening to expose the secret of the school if his demands were not met... he obviously didn't realize that he was in no position to hold all the cards. Even if he got away from Daniel, he'd have to get away from the school as well, and the chances of that happening were... well, there wasn't one.
"Security around the school is being looked at as we speak. We thought there were no weaknesses in it, but obviously, we are wrong. We didn't take into account that one of our students might be cursed, letting anything basically pop up out of nowhere." He explained. "I'm afraid I can't give you that guarantee. Ms Kirkland may have a class within that fifty foot boundary… And as you said, you’ll have no memory of her, so it won’t bother you. I will be having words with her about carrying around that sword, though. That sort of thing is unacceptable. And she will be told to stay away from you, not to even interact with you.”
Daniel thought about how to word his next bit without making it sound like a threat. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be a way around that. No matter how he worded his thoughts, it would be seen as one. Daniel guessed it couldn’t be helped. Maybe the young man in front of him needed a dose of reality anyway, and a threat would certainly wake him up… Until he had his mind wiped a few seconds later, anyway.
“You wouldn't even get off of the school grounds, Chance. I don’t want this to sound like a threat, because it isn't – it’s a genuine warning. As soon as the supernatural creatures found out what you were going to do… which would be the moment you leave my office with your memory intact… they would come after you and tear you limb from limb to protect their secret. You won’t have been the first person here to have died, and, as you said, no one knows you’re here. Your father would, of course, receive word of you having a tragic accident, but we couldn't tell him the truth about his son’s demise. In short, going to the media would be committing suicide. Don’t think that just because you’re a criminal, you’re the worst person here. Many supernatural beings have done worse than steal. Many of them have killed.
“Anyway, that information and your threats are no longer relevant. I'm about to remove your memory, Chance. You’re probably going to feel a little dazed and confused after this, but that’s only to be expected.”
Daniel reached out with his mind, and entered Chance’s. As much as he tried not to, he could feel the boy’s fear and arrogance playing against each other. The demon attack had genuinely terrified him. He got flashes of his past as well – he saw the thrill-seeking stunts, how that led to stealing paintings for an even bigger rush, getting caught in the Louvre, the court case, and finally his arrival at Masquerade.
Finally finding where he wanted to be (the demon attack), Daniel started to pull the memory away from Chance’s mind, leaving it in empty space. With nowhere to be contained, it dissipated into nothing faster than the eye could blink. Deleting memories was a lot easier than editing them, though not as effective. There was always that feeling that something had been forgotten, but there was no chance of getting the memory back. The attack and the shock it had caused had meant Daniel wouldn’t have had a shot at editing the memory – the mind’s natural resistance wouldn’t have allowed it. Hopefully, he could come up with a decent excuse as to why Chance was all of a sudden in his room.
"Security around the school is being looked at as we speak. We thought there were no weaknesses in it, but obviously, we are wrong. We didn't take into account that one of our students might be cursed, letting anything basically pop up out of nowhere." He explained. "I'm afraid I can't give you that guarantee. Ms Kirkland may have a class within that fifty foot boundary… And as you said, you’ll have no memory of her, so it won’t bother you. I will be having words with her about carrying around that sword, though. That sort of thing is unacceptable. And she will be told to stay away from you, not to even interact with you.”
Daniel thought about how to word his next bit without making it sound like a threat. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be a way around that. No matter how he worded his thoughts, it would be seen as one. Daniel guessed it couldn’t be helped. Maybe the young man in front of him needed a dose of reality anyway, and a threat would certainly wake him up… Until he had his mind wiped a few seconds later, anyway.
“You wouldn't even get off of the school grounds, Chance. I don’t want this to sound like a threat, because it isn't – it’s a genuine warning. As soon as the supernatural creatures found out what you were going to do… which would be the moment you leave my office with your memory intact… they would come after you and tear you limb from limb to protect their secret. You won’t have been the first person here to have died, and, as you said, no one knows you’re here. Your father would, of course, receive word of you having a tragic accident, but we couldn't tell him the truth about his son’s demise. In short, going to the media would be committing suicide. Don’t think that just because you’re a criminal, you’re the worst person here. Many supernatural beings have done worse than steal. Many of them have killed.
“Anyway, that information and your threats are no longer relevant. I'm about to remove your memory, Chance. You’re probably going to feel a little dazed and confused after this, but that’s only to be expected.”
Daniel reached out with his mind, and entered Chance’s. As much as he tried not to, he could feel the boy’s fear and arrogance playing against each other. The demon attack had genuinely terrified him. He got flashes of his past as well – he saw the thrill-seeking stunts, how that led to stealing paintings for an even bigger rush, getting caught in the Louvre, the court case, and finally his arrival at Masquerade.
Finally finding where he wanted to be (the demon attack), Daniel started to pull the memory away from Chance’s mind, leaving it in empty space. With nowhere to be contained, it dissipated into nothing faster than the eye could blink. Deleting memories was a lot easier than editing them, though not as effective. There was always that feeling that something had been forgotten, but there was no chance of getting the memory back. The attack and the shock it had caused had meant Daniel wouldn’t have had a shot at editing the memory – the mind’s natural resistance wouldn’t have allowed it. Hopefully, he could come up with a decent excuse as to why Chance was all of a sudden in his room.
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Re: A Little Chat (Chance Dunway) [PG-13]
Chance Dunway Fri Feb 13, 2015 3:10 am
Another string of threats and demands began to form in the back of Chance's throat. Hemmingway didn't appear to grasp the power Chance had. Even without the threat of exposure, he could still have the school placed under very close scrutiny. A girl with a sword was going to raise a red flag, especially in a school. And he didn't even have to outright expose the other students. All he had to do was expose himself, and the place would be crawling with reporters, trying to get a glimpse of the elusive "White Wolf." One of the was bound to happen upon something they shouldn't see, and even if Hemmingway was able to erase their memory, a bout of localized amnesia clustered around the school was going to attract someone's attention.
"Consider it a warning then. This place isn't as safe as you think it is. I'm not the only--" But the rest of the thought died on Chance's tongue. He had known it was coming--hell, he'd asked for it--but he hadn't expected it to feel like this. It felt like someone else was in his head with him, rifling through his memories like they were files in a drawer. Chance couldn't even begin to describe how violated that made him feel, how exposed he felt having all his memories on display for Mr. Hemmingway.
Suddenly the scene before him changed. He was no longer at Masquerade, he was standing at the edge of a cliff in Mexico, a waterfall rushing beside him. He'd seen this place before, but he couldn't quite place where. He knew this was the first time he'd ever gone cliff diving in this particular location. He and his friends had spent months planning the excursion, and he had made them all promise that he was going to be the first one to jump. Hearing his friends cheer him on, Chance took a running start, flying off the edge of the cliff and headed straight for the water below. He closed his eyes as he felt the familiar rush of adrenaline through his veins, waiting for the moment where he slammed against the water.
But that moment never came. Instead, he smacked against something hard. A concrete roof. Gone was the bright sunshine of Mexico, instead replaced by the overcast skies of Paris, France. Chance pulled himself to his feet, taking off at a run. He and his friends were in the middle of a race, and Chance was still in the lead, as far as he knew. He hadn't seen any of his friends for a couple of blocks, and he wanted to keep it that way. Parkour was always a great rush, especially when a round of drinks was at stake. He sailed off the roof of the building, his heart pounding in the space above the streets.
When he landed, his fingers expected to find purchase on concrete, but instead found something different. A tiled floor. He tried to take in his surroundings. He was in the art gallery, the one downtown, but he couldn't for the life of himself remember how he got there. He was dressed all in black, hidden in the shadows cast by the low lighting of the closed gallery. His target stood before him, a painting of a snowy white canine, its eyes staring into Chance's soul. It was as if the creature was daring him to steal the painting, questioning whether or not he was worthy of the wolf's approval.
As his fingers closed around the frame, alarms blared through the air. He turned back to the picture, finding the face of Mona Lisa smiling back at him. In the distance, he could hear shouts of angry French, and Chance knew it was over. He turned around, holding his hands up in surrender as he was surrounded by guards. He grabbed the snout of his white wolf mask in a gloved hand, gently pulling his one protection from his face, exposing his identity to the world. The only thing Chance could focus on was the click of the handcuffs as the cool metal encircled his wrist.
But the soft click quickly turned into a loud bang. Chance found himself in a court room, on the day of the hearing. Despite the best efforts of his father's lawyers, he was sure he was about to be sentenced to prison, where he would rot for the rest of his life among the worst of the worst: murderers, drug lords, and gang leaders. All because he tried to steal some stupid priceless painting. No one believed that he had no intention of keeping the damn thing, because who in their right mind would steal a painting just to ditch it in an alley a couple of days later? But surprisingly enough, he wasn't sent to jail. He was sent to school. Chance was handed a letter, which he read in confusion.
When he looked up, he was face to face with the school. He wondered how long he'd been having these blackouts, because the last thing he remembered he was in a courtroom, but he wasn't supposed to start at Masquerade for another two weeks. But there he stood, ready to start a brand new chapter in his life. If only he knew what he was in for. He walked up the drive to the front doors, pushing them open and stepping inside.
His foot landed in the interior of a dorm room, but it wasn't his own. Before him stood a ten-foot-tall demon with skin that was bright red. Chance could feel his heart pounding, and that's when he saw the blade slice through the creature's neck, sending the head sailing straight for him. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact and then...
Nothing. Chance opened his eyes, finding himself sitting on a couch next to his guitar, with no idea how he got there. He looked up, finding himself staring at Mr. Hemmingway, the school counselor. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The last thing he knew, he was in music class, listening to the teacher drone on about something or other. He'd offered to teach a girl some music, and then...nothing.
"Uh...what am I doing here? Chance asked, the confusion creeping into his voice. He ran through a list of plausible reasons for him to be in the counselor's office, but none of them made any sense, especially coming from music class. Chance had planned on cutting his next class, sure, but that shouldn't have landed him in the counselor's office. "Look, whatever it was you think I did, I didn't do."
It was Chance's first instinct to deny whatever it was they were possibly accusing him of doing. While some might call it the mark of a guilty conscious, Chance called it covering his ass. He'd been busted for enough shit that he did do that he wasn't about to take the heat for something he didn't.
"Consider it a warning then. This place isn't as safe as you think it is. I'm not the only--" But the rest of the thought died on Chance's tongue. He had known it was coming--hell, he'd asked for it--but he hadn't expected it to feel like this. It felt like someone else was in his head with him, rifling through his memories like they were files in a drawer. Chance couldn't even begin to describe how violated that made him feel, how exposed he felt having all his memories on display for Mr. Hemmingway.
Suddenly the scene before him changed. He was no longer at Masquerade, he was standing at the edge of a cliff in Mexico, a waterfall rushing beside him. He'd seen this place before, but he couldn't quite place where. He knew this was the first time he'd ever gone cliff diving in this particular location. He and his friends had spent months planning the excursion, and he had made them all promise that he was going to be the first one to jump. Hearing his friends cheer him on, Chance took a running start, flying off the edge of the cliff and headed straight for the water below. He closed his eyes as he felt the familiar rush of adrenaline through his veins, waiting for the moment where he slammed against the water.
But that moment never came. Instead, he smacked against something hard. A concrete roof. Gone was the bright sunshine of Mexico, instead replaced by the overcast skies of Paris, France. Chance pulled himself to his feet, taking off at a run. He and his friends were in the middle of a race, and Chance was still in the lead, as far as he knew. He hadn't seen any of his friends for a couple of blocks, and he wanted to keep it that way. Parkour was always a great rush, especially when a round of drinks was at stake. He sailed off the roof of the building, his heart pounding in the space above the streets.
When he landed, his fingers expected to find purchase on concrete, but instead found something different. A tiled floor. He tried to take in his surroundings. He was in the art gallery, the one downtown, but he couldn't for the life of himself remember how he got there. He was dressed all in black, hidden in the shadows cast by the low lighting of the closed gallery. His target stood before him, a painting of a snowy white canine, its eyes staring into Chance's soul. It was as if the creature was daring him to steal the painting, questioning whether or not he was worthy of the wolf's approval.
As his fingers closed around the frame, alarms blared through the air. He turned back to the picture, finding the face of Mona Lisa smiling back at him. In the distance, he could hear shouts of angry French, and Chance knew it was over. He turned around, holding his hands up in surrender as he was surrounded by guards. He grabbed the snout of his white wolf mask in a gloved hand, gently pulling his one protection from his face, exposing his identity to the world. The only thing Chance could focus on was the click of the handcuffs as the cool metal encircled his wrist.
But the soft click quickly turned into a loud bang. Chance found himself in a court room, on the day of the hearing. Despite the best efforts of his father's lawyers, he was sure he was about to be sentenced to prison, where he would rot for the rest of his life among the worst of the worst: murderers, drug lords, and gang leaders. All because he tried to steal some stupid priceless painting. No one believed that he had no intention of keeping the damn thing, because who in their right mind would steal a painting just to ditch it in an alley a couple of days later? But surprisingly enough, he wasn't sent to jail. He was sent to school. Chance was handed a letter, which he read in confusion.
When he looked up, he was face to face with the school. He wondered how long he'd been having these blackouts, because the last thing he remembered he was in a courtroom, but he wasn't supposed to start at Masquerade for another two weeks. But there he stood, ready to start a brand new chapter in his life. If only he knew what he was in for. He walked up the drive to the front doors, pushing them open and stepping inside.
His foot landed in the interior of a dorm room, but it wasn't his own. Before him stood a ten-foot-tall demon with skin that was bright red. Chance could feel his heart pounding, and that's when he saw the blade slice through the creature's neck, sending the head sailing straight for him. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact and then...
Nothing. Chance opened his eyes, finding himself sitting on a couch next to his guitar, with no idea how he got there. He looked up, finding himself staring at Mr. Hemmingway, the school counselor. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The last thing he knew, he was in music class, listening to the teacher drone on about something or other. He'd offered to teach a girl some music, and then...nothing.
"Uh...what am I doing here? Chance asked, the confusion creeping into his voice. He ran through a list of plausible reasons for him to be in the counselor's office, but none of them made any sense, especially coming from music class. Chance had planned on cutting his next class, sure, but that shouldn't have landed him in the counselor's office. "Look, whatever it was you think I did, I didn't do."
It was Chance's first instinct to deny whatever it was they were possibly accusing him of doing. While some might call it the mark of a guilty conscious, Chance called it covering his ass. He'd been busted for enough shit that he did do that he wasn't about to take the heat for something he didn't.
Chance Dunway- Join date : 2011-06-08
Posts : 140
Re: A Little Chat (Chance Dunway) [PG-13]
Daniel Hemmingway Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:41 pm
Dr Hemmingway looked at Chance, finally understanding him a little better. Chance seemed to have felt trapped, stifled, bored with his life. He had money to look after him, not family. The thrill from the adrenalin rush made him actually feel alive, instead of just been there. As such, Chance naturally became a thrill seeker, craving that adrenalin rush. But of course, as with any addiction, it took more and more to get that buzz. That's when he'd started stealing.
Poor kid. It was great he'd had friends, but to not have a family... Daniel had always been close with his. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to not have his parents around, not have them there when he wanted them, not just needed them. Chance's father stepped in and saved his son from getting in big trouble, but that was about it. They obviously had never had the desire to be parents, and as a result, Chance had basically been neglected.
Of course, at the moment, that wasn't the issue. The problem now was explaining to Chance why he was in the counsellor's office instead of his music class.
""You're not here because you did something, Chance. You're here because you haven't. Or if you have, we don't know about it." Daniel's mouth twitched into a small smile. He had the perfect explanation now. And maybe it would make Chance feel a little more relaxed. "As you know, one of the requirements of you coming here was that you were to be under close observation. And for the past three years, you have been. You've even had to have an escort to keep an eye on you when you left the school grounds to go to town. However, you've been here for three years now, and in that time, you've not committed a crime. So you've been called here so I can tell you - we're gonna lighten up on you, Chance. You're not going to have to have an escort with you in town any more. We're not going to be watching you like hawks. Your life at Masquerade is your own again, with the freedom to move around without been watched. You've earned our trust. Don't screw it up."
Poor kid. It was great he'd had friends, but to not have a family... Daniel had always been close with his. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to not have his parents around, not have them there when he wanted them, not just needed them. Chance's father stepped in and saved his son from getting in big trouble, but that was about it. They obviously had never had the desire to be parents, and as a result, Chance had basically been neglected.
Of course, at the moment, that wasn't the issue. The problem now was explaining to Chance why he was in the counsellor's office instead of his music class.
""You're not here because you did something, Chance. You're here because you haven't. Or if you have, we don't know about it." Daniel's mouth twitched into a small smile. He had the perfect explanation now. And maybe it would make Chance feel a little more relaxed. "As you know, one of the requirements of you coming here was that you were to be under close observation. And for the past three years, you have been. You've even had to have an escort to keep an eye on you when you left the school grounds to go to town. However, you've been here for three years now, and in that time, you've not committed a crime. So you've been called here so I can tell you - we're gonna lighten up on you, Chance. You're not going to have to have an escort with you in town any more. We're not going to be watching you like hawks. Your life at Masquerade is your own again, with the freedom to move around without been watched. You've earned our trust. Don't screw it up."
Daniel Hemmingway- Age : 37
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Re: A Little Chat (Chance Dunway) [PG-13]
Chance Dunway Wed Feb 25, 2015 1:38 am
Chance had mixed feelings when Mr. Hemmingway had revealed to him the news that he wasn't going to be watched anymore. On the one hand, he was glad to have his freedom back. He'd have more liberty to get into a little more trouble. While everyone had been watching his every move, he had to be on his best behavior, afraid to put even one toe out of line. Now, he could get up to more mischief, but nothing big. Anything too crazy and he would find himself out of Masquerade and in a jail cell, he was sure of it. Not that Chance was a bad kid. If you asked him, he was more along the lines of misguided. He only stole things for the rush. If he could find a reasonable legal substitute, he would give up his life of crime in a heart beat. As it was, if he wanted to continue to steal, it would have to be little pickpocket things: a cheap watch here, the occasional wallet there, and those were just empty grabs to Chance. There was no thrill in taking little things.
On the other hand, he was sad that he wouldn't have people looking after him. Chance had basically raised himself, not having any sort of adult influence in his life. It was an almost nice feeling knowing that there was someone watching him, making sure he was doing what he needed to be doing. chance had never had someone care about him, and it was definitely a feeling he would miss.
Chance could feel a wetness collecting around his eyes as he thought about it. He wiped it away, trying to keep his expression stoic for Mr. Hemmingway.
"Really? That's great. Glad you have so much confidence in me. Three years clean, you think I'm suddenly gonna fall off the wagon?" he said, trying to inject a bit of his usual sarcasm into the last comment. "Now, can I go?" Chance grabbed his guitar, and stood. He had better things to be doing than sitting in the counselor's office crying. Chance let out a deep breath, shaking his head.
"Can I offer you a little piece of advice?" Chance said as he walked towards the door, pausing to sling his guitar over his shoulder. "If you're giving someone the key to their prison cell, try not to make it sound like you're sending them to the gallows."
On the other hand, he was sad that he wouldn't have people looking after him. Chance had basically raised himself, not having any sort of adult influence in his life. It was an almost nice feeling knowing that there was someone watching him, making sure he was doing what he needed to be doing. chance had never had someone care about him, and it was definitely a feeling he would miss.
Chance could feel a wetness collecting around his eyes as he thought about it. He wiped it away, trying to keep his expression stoic for Mr. Hemmingway.
"Really? That's great. Glad you have so much confidence in me. Three years clean, you think I'm suddenly gonna fall off the wagon?" he said, trying to inject a bit of his usual sarcasm into the last comment. "Now, can I go?" Chance grabbed his guitar, and stood. He had better things to be doing than sitting in the counselor's office crying. Chance let out a deep breath, shaking his head.
"Can I offer you a little piece of advice?" Chance said as he walked towards the door, pausing to sling his guitar over his shoulder. "If you're giving someone the key to their prison cell, try not to make it sound like you're sending them to the gallows."
Chance Dunway- Join date : 2011-06-08
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