Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20140920152202/@comment-14800267-20141006075618

(I'm joining whether you like it or not ;) )

"HEADMASTER GRIMM!"

The door burst open with more force than entirely appropriate. A tall lean man of evil aspect strode it with an oddly rolling gate. He was dressied richly, red brocade adn black lace, pearl buttons, gold buttons and an eloborate, feather adorned hat. His eyes were of the brightest blue and his moustache and goatee were immaculately trimmed, his hair in perfect, oiled ringlets. He would have been strikingly handsome if there wasn't such an aspect of evil, of violence and madness tucked into the lines of his face and strands of his beard and the terrifying array of weapons on his hip, peeking from the tops of his boots and cuffs of his sleeves.

He smoked two cigars, using a delicate golden twin cigar holder, which he plucked from his lips with his leather gloved left hand, as his right arm ended in a burnished steel hook

"I expected you to have provided mooring for deep bellied corsairs like the Jolly Roger! I had to throw anchor in the middle of that puddle of a lake and get my men to row me here. A welcome I find colder than a week old underwater corpse"

In his wake scurried a small, portly man with wispy white hair and round pince nez glasses. He carried a crocdile skin case and a ruddy cheeked, merry expression.

"Uh..." The portly man interrupted politely, hoping to avoid bloodshed "Um, This is Captain James Hook, for Jane Hook's Parent teacher interview and I'm Mr. Smee, here for my little Esmee's Pa..."

"He knows what we're here for, you blithering goat." Hook sneered, looking around the room. Various parents sat about politely, clutching report cards and pastries. He knew some of the faces from his own time at Ever After High. "I was led to believe I would be having conferences with teachers about my little angelfish, not sitting around eating sweets like Lost Boys and reading report cards that could have been easily sent to me."

Smee sidled over to the snack table. He loved living at sea, but he dearly missed things like cakes and other perishable foods. He took a  bakewell tart stelthily while the captain was occupied.