Special Order -- "Wake Up and Smell the Roses" bouquet

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

The following is left in the school lobby:



There is a large card with bold writing that reads:

Attention Fandom High,

One among you is a murderer, a liar, a criminal, and a rapist.

The student named Angelus is a vampire.

He has killed before. He will kill again.

He should be made to pay.

Destroy him before it's too late.

- A friend

Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker doesn't touch the card, but she does look very thoughtful.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

And you needed to send roses to tell us that? We do have bulletin boards, you know. Hell of a lot cheaper.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, really. I mean...this is common knowledge.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Walking past the display, Duce stops to admire it.

Until she spots the card. Swearing at it in more than one language, she rips it off the bouquet and stuffs it in her pocket.

Whipping out her cell phone, she makes a call. Anyone close enough to listen would hear, "Hello, Principal Connor. This is Medusa. We know you're not at your desk right now, but we felt you should know that a bouquet with (reads note) attached was left in the school. We would appreciate it if you would do something about the blatant victimization toward Angelus."

Snapping the phone closed, she snarls for a moment before snapping it right back open again, "Hello, police? This is Medusa at Fandom High and I'd like to report a hate crime."

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider arrives, examines the card, confiscates the entire arrangement and disappears in the direction of the principal's office. He is so angry that he is literally shaking.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce shouts as the card is ripped from her hands, but her jaw snaps shut when she spots who just grabbed it from her.

Her mouth twists in a cold, ugly smile as she watches the short bald man storm toward the principal's office.

Snarling under her breath, she heads toward town. Her feet strike the ground as though she were attempting to wound it. As though she were imagining her boots coming down on something other than the ground.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

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