Dec 15, 2015
“I Wanna Know...”
@team-ravn
It’s a blustery Monday afternoon at Beacon. Classes are done for the day and the grounds were littered with changing leaves and wandering packs of students making their around campus. But only one lone figure stood as still and silent as one of the many ornate garden statues. White shirt billowing in the breeze. Golden locks swaying in the chill wind. Silver wallet chain softly jingling as he used his tail to press the play button on the large boom box at his feet. With a deep breath, he hoisted it high over his head, calling out to the dorm room window up above.
“ANGEL!”