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::The Lestat de Lioncourt School for the Gifted::
New Orleans, Louisiana
February 2004
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Headmaster Conrad Harlan's Office
Wes Meyers sat nervous in a leather arm chair, his blonde mop tousled and a small drying smudge of blood under his nose. The 10 year old reached his hand up to his face, touching the crusting blood testing the state of his possible broken nose. When the headmaster Conrad Harlan, a dapper man in his early forties. With quaffed hair, and a slim cigarette hanging from his mouth. Dressed in a three buttoned vest and skinny tie, his white sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Conrad looked like he had walked out of the 1920s and right into office, as he took a seat in the chair behind his large ornate walnut desk. Ashing his cigarette in a crystal ash tray before even acknowledging the boy.
::Conrad Harlan::
Westly Meyers.. Why must we continue to meet under such dire circumstances?
Harlan retoricially asks Wes Meyers.
::Conrad Harlan::
Three fights in less than a month?! You seem to have a knack for making enemies around here... But might I suggest making a friend instead?
Wes nervously adjusted his weight in the oversized chair.
::Wes Meyers::
I have...
Conrad cut him off quickly.
::Conrad Harlan::
I have, sir.
He corrected Meyers.
::Conrad Harlan::
And if you are referring to that young Black boy, I'd highly reconsider your selection of those you consider a friend.
Mr. Harlan pushes back from his desk and walks over to a large double doored cabinet on the wall.
::Conrad Harlan::
I know this school has a wide range of students all with their different.... Gifts.
Conrad scoffed at the word. As if the demographic of the boarding school made him nauseous.
::Conrad Harlan::
But that boy... Something isn't right. But that is neither here nor there.
Harlan opened the doors revealing a red velvet interior and retrieved something unseen to the viewer.
::Conrad Harlan::
Wesley we have a very strict discipline policy here at Lestast de Lioncourt and cannot have you fighting every one that looks at you the wrong way.
There may be a beast inside of you but this is not South Dakota. And this school will not tolerate you unleashing your inner wolf upon your classmates. And there WILL be consequences for your actions.
Headmaster, Conrad Harlan turned around from his cabinet, revealing a leather whip with small barbs attached.
::Conrad Harlan::
Tonight we will tame the wolf...
A evil grin coming across the headmaster face.
.............
Later That Evening
Movie Night in the Common Room
Oliver Black sat on the steps, legs through banister rungs over looking the small gathering of the students watching the nights movie night. All whom had brought down various pillows and blankets from their rooms.
Mondays were always a horror film. Ollie wasn't a fan of most of the other boys in the school so events like these he had normally skipped. But horror movie night was one of the few times a week he ventured out of his quarters and attempted to be part of the festivities. Even if that ment sitting far and out of the way.
::Oliver Black::
They're coming to get you, Barbara!
Oliver whispers the most iconic line of the evenings film "Night of the Living Dead".
::Wes Meyers::
This seat taken?
Meyers mockingly asks as he takes a seat next to Oliver on the stairs. He winces in pain from the beating he had received at the hands of Mr. Harlan hoping his new friend didnt notice. A few spots a red appearing on the back of his shirt from where the barbs stuck. Ollie passed the small bowl of popcorn to Wes whom takes a handful and tossed a few curnels into his mouth.
Ollie glanced at Wes before looking back at the movie. A few moments later he did it again, a small look of concern on his face.
::Wes Meyers::
What?! Something on my face?
Meyers questioned with a mouth full of popcorn.
::Oliver Black::
No it's just... Nevermind.
Wes shrugged it off as both boys went back to watching the film projected onto the wall of the common area. But Oliver couldn't ignore his own thoughts and interrupts again.
::Oliver Black::
It's just... Some people aren't ment to be tamed, ya know?
Looking intently at Wes, making sure the boy was really listening.
::Oliver Black::
Some people are ment to run wild. Until they meet someone just as wild to run with... So don't let them... Okay?
Wes sat there a bit a shock. Did he know what Conrad Harlan had done? Maybe he had experienced the same thing... But how did he know what he had said?
::Oliver Black::
...okay?
He had asked Wes again. As if asking him to make a promise.
::Wes Meyers::
Okay... Jeez. Yeah I wont let anyone tame me.
Meyers gave a goofy look with word tame and bumped his shoulder into Ollies. As if to throw him off his trail.
::Oliver Black::
Good.
Oliver smiled a rare smile, proud of his advice as both boys turned back to finish the movie in silence.
::End Scene::
New Orleans, Louisiana
February 2004
Headmaster Conrad Harlan's Office
Wes Meyers sat nervous in a leather arm chair, his blonde mop tousled and a small drying smudge of blood under his nose. The 10 year old reached his hand up to his face, touching the crusting blood testing the state of his possible broken nose. When the headmaster Conrad Harlan, a dapper man in his early forties. With quaffed hair, and a slim cigarette hanging from his mouth. Dressed in a three buttoned vest and skinny tie, his white sleeves rolled up to the elbow. Conrad looked like he had walked out of the 1920s and right into office, as he took a seat in the chair behind his large ornate walnut desk. Ashing his cigarette in a crystal ash tray before even acknowledging the boy.
::Conrad Harlan::
Westly Meyers.. Why must we continue to meet under such dire circumstances?
Harlan retoricially asks Wes Meyers.
::Conrad Harlan::
Three fights in less than a month?! You seem to have a knack for making enemies around here... But might I suggest making a friend instead?
Wes nervously adjusted his weight in the oversized chair.
::Wes Meyers::
I have...
Conrad cut him off quickly.
::Conrad Harlan::
I have, sir.
He corrected Meyers.
::Conrad Harlan::
And if you are referring to that young Black boy, I'd highly reconsider your selection of those you consider a friend.
Mr. Harlan pushes back from his desk and walks over to a large double doored cabinet on the wall.
::Conrad Harlan::
I know this school has a wide range of students all with their different.... Gifts.
Conrad scoffed at the word. As if the demographic of the boarding school made him nauseous.
::Conrad Harlan::
But that boy... Something isn't right. But that is neither here nor there.
Harlan opened the doors revealing a red velvet interior and retrieved something unseen to the viewer.
::Conrad Harlan::
Wesley we have a very strict discipline policy here at Lestast de Lioncourt and cannot have you fighting every one that looks at you the wrong way.
There may be a beast inside of you but this is not South Dakota. And this school will not tolerate you unleashing your inner wolf upon your classmates. And there WILL be consequences for your actions.
Headmaster, Conrad Harlan turned around from his cabinet, revealing a leather whip with small barbs attached.
::Conrad Harlan::
Tonight we will tame the wolf...
A evil grin coming across the headmaster face.
.............
Later That Evening
Movie Night in the Common Room
Oliver Black sat on the steps, legs through banister rungs over looking the small gathering of the students watching the nights movie night. All whom had brought down various pillows and blankets from their rooms.
Mondays were always a horror film. Ollie wasn't a fan of most of the other boys in the school so events like these he had normally skipped. But horror movie night was one of the few times a week he ventured out of his quarters and attempted to be part of the festivities. Even if that ment sitting far and out of the way.
::Oliver Black::
They're coming to get you, Barbara!
Oliver whispers the most iconic line of the evenings film "Night of the Living Dead".
::Wes Meyers::
This seat taken?
Meyers mockingly asks as he takes a seat next to Oliver on the stairs. He winces in pain from the beating he had received at the hands of Mr. Harlan hoping his new friend didnt notice. A few spots a red appearing on the back of his shirt from where the barbs stuck. Ollie passed the small bowl of popcorn to Wes whom takes a handful and tossed a few curnels into his mouth.
Ollie glanced at Wes before looking back at the movie. A few moments later he did it again, a small look of concern on his face.
::Wes Meyers::
What?! Something on my face?
Meyers questioned with a mouth full of popcorn.
::Oliver Black::
No it's just... Nevermind.
Wes shrugged it off as both boys went back to watching the film projected onto the wall of the common area. But Oliver couldn't ignore his own thoughts and interrupts again.
::Oliver Black::
It's just... Some people aren't ment to be tamed, ya know?
Looking intently at Wes, making sure the boy was really listening.
::Oliver Black::
Some people are ment to run wild. Until they meet someone just as wild to run with... So don't let them... Okay?
Wes sat there a bit a shock. Did he know what Conrad Harlan had done? Maybe he had experienced the same thing... But how did he know what he had said?
::Oliver Black::
...okay?
He had asked Wes again. As if asking him to make a promise.
::Wes Meyers::
Okay... Jeez. Yeah I wont let anyone tame me.
Meyers gave a goofy look with word tame and bumped his shoulder into Ollies. As if to throw him off his trail.
::Oliver Black::
Good.
Oliver smiled a rare smile, proud of his advice as both boys turned back to finish the movie in silence.
::End Scene::
