This is War (open to Battlefront)

[Calista Leila Rosa]

Calista sat alone in one of the largest rooms in the West Tower. This room was used as a meeting room and thus it's furniture consisted of a large table, a bunch of old, mismatched chairs and a podium in the front. One of the members had even set up a projector. Sure, it wasn't much compared to the Prefect Lounge but, they didn't need nice things in order to do their job.

Papers were spread out along the table, it's contents ranging from detailed reports to sketched out battle plans. Calista narrowed her eyes a bit. So. Much. Paperwork. That was one thing the prefects and the BattleFront had in common, the insane amount of paperwork.

They had a meeting today....and first on the itinerary was to discuss the Prefect movements and the actions they should take as well as other various ways to undermine them.

"Now where the hell is everyone?"

[twin2a]

It was no secret to Alex that his sister wanted to make her impression and lead the group they were going to meet. That was perhaps the only reason why Alexander rolled out of bed that morning and did more than put on the wrinkled pair of pants littering the floor to replace the various sports style silk shorts that he wore to bed each night.

Alex actually found himself a pair of freshly laundered school slacks instead, the same pants he'd stayed up late washing the night before, after leaving his sister's company for the night. His shirt and jacket that were pulled on next were equally clean and still scented from the laundry soap. He'd washed two just in case Alex wanted to put on a fresh uniform.

Now, as he strode with his sister down the West Wing corridor, all the extra effort seemed worth it. With his hand holding hers to help keep her from feeling too nervous about the meeting, he kept the same pace with her, cutting his gaze in her direction as they got closer to take in her expression and to make sure she didn't want to turn back now. While this meeting meant very little to Alex, he sympathized with his sister.

"Alexandria, dnia'cc mii ayo'cc legi e bihwisd cietih, yri liidurk ed e duli. Ayo'hi kyurk dy ty wuri." Alex offered an easy smile, hoping his sister would believe him. He'd spent their entire walk summing up the courage for the few simple words, worried that if he spoke, it might upset the quiet of the moment. Now they didn't seem like nearly enough, but the designated door was drawing closer and there was no time for him to renew his efforts and formulate a new sentence that might reinforce that the meeting wasn't on his mind.

[twin1b]

Alex let out a quick start at the sound of her alarm. Jumping up quickly, she ran around the room, picking up discarded clothing that didn't carry too much of a stench to wear. It was unfortunate, but she had totally forgotten about washing her clothes after she had run into this blind guy last night. Making it rain on him indoors made her laugh so hard, as he kept on walking into walls, trying to find the way inside.

As she ran into her brother's room, Alex gave a small grin to her twin, finding that he at least remembered to do laundry. Quickly shucking off her dirtier clothes before pulling on his. She was thankful that they were still the same size. Her image had to be perfect, and even if she wasn't that important to the Battle Front yet, showing up in wrinkled clothes would be the wrong first impression.

She laughed as she grabbed onto Alex's hand. "E ufa oui uha." She stated in thanks, before she lead the two towards the meeting hall.

Upon reaching the doors, Alex let go of his hand to push against the door with both of her's grinning back at him. "Uv luinca, yvdan ymm, ed'c so tacdeho du mayt draca baubma ehdu bnucbanedo." Then turning to face Calista, the black mark of the Battle Front, a spy that could turn at any moment, Alex put on a small smile. "Hello, Vice President."

[ticklicous]

Ren sat at an open area on the ceiling, yes, the ceiling. He was actually on a small hanging platform as he built his super effective voice activated giant swinging log trap. Only would the Battle Front know the code word, and prefects to get it wrong would get a good surprise. He chuckled slightly to himself at this genius idea of his that would provide some nice and useful security. Luckily he was good at these things.

He noticed something with the bashing tip, and crawled on the log rather stupidly to fix it. He just made a pretty bad choice, and frankly the log unhitched. He went flying down on the back of the giant log as the ropes held to. "YYYAAAAAAHHH!!!!!" He screamed as the log neared the sights from the door to the meeting room. If anyone were to notice, they would see Ren on a giant log being flung forward. Yep, typical for the events that happen to Ren a lot anyways, as he was usually quite clumsy at the worst of times.

He soared through the air as he landed and skidded across the floor on his behind like on ice. What was a better way to end a good slide than crash into a giant pike if boxes? Here's the answer for you: nothing. So was it that he went tubling into a large stack of boxes with quite a loud crash. He might be just a tad late for today's meeting. Oh well.