Mr. Alfie Warwick @FancyWordPlay

-||- Writer note for @Healing_Krystal, @HisSorcerer, and @RoxyRied. Replies will come either later tonight or in the morning. I have to get ready for work. I also apologize for my hiatus. It wasn't meaning to be that long. Hope you are all doing okay!

@bonbonried -- lingered a few steps from the doorway as he peered down against the stain. "Brilliant..."

@bonbonried Upon entering the arena, Alfric took a moment to scan the five sinks positioned in a row. The only known mirror was one in the far end of the toilets. The others had been either broken or confiscated because of foul language or structures of art being written on it. He --

•• @bonbonried Starter •• ~ The Days Grow Agitating ~ Alfie stammered a unsteady groan through his lips as ink from the flooding red marker spewed through his light blue shirt. “Splendid.” He managed under his tones. Of course, some of the students that had caught —

@RoxyRied A bounce of a giggle emerged from within. "There's a student that actually cares. Sort of."

"Does not mean you retweet it too, @RoxyRied !"

@TarrahWarwick "WHY DID FIVE PEOPLE RETWEET THAT?!" Gods, did he fluster into a sangria hue. "You sneak..."

@RoxyRied It wasn't that Alfie was against such a luxury. Many had their ways of focusing and music seemed to be the best for a lot. "If it was during the first ten minutes, I wouldn't mind. As long as you understand when to shut off your music."

@RoxyRied A flicker of his sandy hued eye brow bounced up. "You weren't using them in class, were you?"

"Hello, hello! Back from holiday for a bit. Don't mind me. I owe a few replies and I will be right on that as soon as my coffee is brewed. Coffee is a necessity for me right now. Please hold."

A day spent into the lower town would do him some sort of decency. So he implored with himself. Whether that factor was true or false would be the next case that he himself was not to certain of. Boisterous crowds flooded the streets beside him.

@Healing_Krystal A rustic blond brow perked up slightly before he concluded, "What I'm catching from all of this is that he's a base player in a band that's playing somewhere and you want me, your fugitive best friend to be your wingman? I'm not too sure that's a solid plan, K."

•• Prior to Teaching starter; @Healing_Krystal •• ~ The Turn About Point ~ Jail. The musk of it lingering into his nostrils wasn’t exactly ideal, but it wasn’t prison. Close enough to it, to his dismay. Yet, in all fairness, he did get himself into the situation. —

@Healing_Krystal Hoisting his backpack from his shoulder to the other side of the treehouse, Alfie scattered over to the homemade ladder as quickly as he could. His hands clinched on the left side of the wooden steps, tugging it in. "Hey!" one blurted. "Shit, shit, shit."

•• @Healing_Krystal Starter •• Pre-current SL •• ~ Irregardless Behavior ~ Alfie’s long features dove into his palm for a hasted second to rub off any form of tiredness threatening to cover his features. The last class of the day was out and all of the students —

@Healing_Krystal -- on getting to their sanctuary. One by one, he heaved himself up the crooked ladder and into the headquarters.

@Healing_Krystal A fine idea it was and one he didn't have to think twice over. A rapid bounce of his head for confirmation and he was sprinting himself up towards the tree in the center of the chaos. The counting of Thorin and Company had ceased for the time being. His main focus was more --

@Healing_Krystal -- Don't spend it on me. I'm...surviving in here. I got about fifty odd days left anyway. I can do it."

@Healing_Krystal Truth be spilt, he was a little taken aback by her exclamations. "I didn't rob anyone..." he determined sorely, fixating his glance back at her. "Wingman? Wait, K, how do you expect to get me out? You don't have a spare 1,000 on you, do you? Probably not with your tuition. --

@Healing_Krystal -- tightened his features to a stern close to shield the actions taking place before them. His fingers clutched near violently over Krystal's sleeve. In a hush, Alfie went on, "Thorin, Fili, Kili, Nori, Dori, Ori, Balin, Dwalin, Bombur, Bifur, Bofur, Oin...Gloin."

@Healing_Krystal The boisterous sound of friction made from one of the followers and the ground quickened Alfie's pulse. The scene was too much and it seemed to be getting much worse from the looks of it. Huffing out as much air as he could for any sort of composure willing to settle, he --

@Healing_Krystal -- down the hall which was...fucking stupid. Then next thing I know he calls the cops..." Finally, Alfie peered his features fully before her. A full range of depression waving over him. "Sixty days in jail and a 1,000 bail."

@Healing_Krystal -- It was a weird feeling...not one I would recommend in future terms but...I felt like I was flying but drowsy all at the same time." Alfie paused another round as he shoved gaining fluid down his throat. "Neighbor knocks on my door, I think cause you can smell the fumes --