Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 21:38:11 GMT -5
Ethan was practically skipping. It was an odd sight, but this was Ethan Hunter. He’d just pulled a great prank on the first cohort as pay back for them taunting his little sister (okay, more like aunt, but he refused to call a 12 year old ‘auntie’) the other day. It was a satisfying mix of justice and good old fashioned fun. He wiped his sticky fingers – literally sticky, not just the guilty kind – on his jeans and made his way past the Field of Mars. Now whatever to do that would get him away from the First Cohort Barracks enough that he would have, oh, he’d bank on an hour before they started hunting people down. Most likely his kin. And with how many pranks he pulled either on people or on the camp as a whole, he was fairly certain his name would come up eventually. Sure, he hadn’t played a prank since he put a ton of dry ice in the Forum fountain during New Years. That had been a hit, that. He actually got compliments for that move. The thought brought a smile to his face as he walked.
Yes, but now what? So little time, so much to do. Or was it the other way around? He actually shrugged at his own thoughts, which probably would have looked strange to anyone else seeing him since there really was no outward motivation for the move. Oh, but that was not enough. Gods no. It was time to really make people question his sanity. All inspired by one of his new favorite ‘superheroes’: Starlord. Seriously, that guy was freaking awesome except for the sleeping with every lady that moved thing. He’d skip that part, but the witty sarcasm and personal soundtrack? Heck yes! So he switched his mental band to play that one song from the intro and did his best impersonation of Starlord being all epic and dance-walking along the path towards New Rome to a song only he was hearing. Oh, and he was humming it too, so anyone close enough might get it. Unfortunately for his little theatrics, there was an utter lack of tiny animals to kick and use as microphones and large puddles to splash through. But there was dirt, which he immediately started making a nice big cloud out of.
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Notes: inspired by this scene