[think] I'm /crazy/ ..., Donovan ; Open

[Donovan McVane]

Donnie managed to overlook the skeptical look he was thrown. The one that told him she clearly knew for a fact that he was a bastard, and not just for joking about her stolen mug, but for stealing it himself. Well, he was too far in now, and maybe he had misread her look. He had been known to make mistakes more often then not, especially when it came to reading women, so it wasn't an impossible thing. He quickly averted his glance all the same, unable to fix her gaze when she was so obviously trying to bore a hole through the middle of his forehead. Curse her and her evil grinch eyes.

'' I don't know, but wait 'till this gets to Tony ! He's going to have his eyes opened so wide, from now on, that I give that bastard just three days before he finds himself handcuffed. ''

Donnie hoped she missed his fleeting expression of fear. Because it wasn't that he was scared of Tony. He just happened to harbor an extreme dislike for the man that he knew was mutual, and that Tony was stronger than him and in possession of a badge made him all the less likeable in Donnie's eyes. Besides that, he was an asshole and seemed to have it out for Donnie as it was, and Tony didn't need anything else to tack to his list of reasons for hating all things McVane- much less accusations concerning a plastic Disney mug.

It only took him a second to regain posture. "You got that right. Forget about Tony, this should go straight to Justin! The bastard'll be fucked over faster than you can say 'the happiest place on earth'," he said, agreeing with her whole-heartedly.

The expression 'digging your own grave' had never rung so true.

And just when he thought he had a handle on the situation, just when he thought he had it all figured out, Evelyn literally threw him against the wall with strength he never knew she had. And just when she had him pinned, she went and pulled the dirtiest trick in the book. She started to cry. Donnie wouldn't have guessed it would have come down to this, but apparently all the stops were being pulled out and thrown through the window.

He stopped suddenly, eyes widening in terror. Tears and Donnie were two things that did not mix. Ever. It was like Frollo and a pair of pants. They were two things that were never, ever supposed to come into contact. His could feel a twitch coming on, but it wasn't like there was anything he could do to get away, since his escape routes were cut off by a sobbing mess. Thankfully, the tears didn't touch his skin because he was 100% his skin would have melted off if they did, but his shirt was certainly damp with the things.

It didn't hit him until it was too late that this was a carefully calculated move. In her trapping of him, Evelyn conveniently pressed against him where the mug was hidden. Fuck. He was caught.

‘’ What’s that ? ‘’

"...A tumor?"

Or was he? He only had one option left. As soon as she let up the tiniest bit to point out the mug, Donnie bolted, running as fast as he could for the door. Surely sounds of 'STOP! THEIF!' were sure to follow, but he was hitting the door and bursting out onto the grounds before anything could stop him.

[Evelyn Erwan]

[ Such Poop... but it's still a post! XP ]

Evelyn had never felt so proud in her entire life. Alright, actually she might've, but nothing came to mind for the time being. She had to struggle to keep the act going and not to grin victoriously. She was beating Donovan at his own game, she could feel it, and just the torn look he gave her was enough to prove her right. She couldn’t be beaten at any sort of game or dare if her precious mug’s, code-named ‘M.M’, sake was involved.

She was about to open her mouth and yell out a dramatic ' Gotcha ', when he spoke to her innocently. A tumor ? Oh now, that was a good one, but what a desperate last move, nonetheless! This time, she grinned openly, but before she could respond with a dramatic punch line, Donovan took advantage of her innocence, and her now loosened grip, to escape like a coward! The woman gasped in horror, taking some time to realise what had just happened.

'' Hey! '' She let out, a dumb expression plastered on her face.

Argh, now which was the priority? Her overly, endlessly precious mug or her student's portfolios? The mug, undeniably, but she couldn't picture herself dropping their work, carelessly, to go after Donovan and... Okay. Actually, she could. However, there would be consequences that Evelyn would be more than terrible at dealing with! ' Where are our Portfolios ?' they would ask, and their teacher would most likely shrug a shoulder and respond casually ' Oh, I dropped them in a mud pit during a tag game, with your English teacher! '.

Yup, this option was to be flushed away, unless she intended to get fired... That meant she would have to move as quickly, and carefully, as possible and that her only resort now were the boring ' reason and persuasion ' vocal weapons.

'' DONOVAN MCVANE! You get back here! '' She commanded, coldly. That wouldn't make it stop, but it was only fair to try it, and the Art teacher went past the doors and dashed into the parking lot, after her colleague, as fast as her heavy charge of papers allowed her to.

[Donovan McVane]

He hadn't had to run this fast to get away from a woman in a long, long time, which was funny because he happened to like Evelyn and the running was only necessary for one reason and one reason only. The Mickey Mug. Without either of them realizing it, the mug had turned into the holy grail right before their eyes- it was a cup so powerful, so valuable that having it in his possession might prove to be a matter of life and death. And if he was the bad guy trying to get away with it, that made Evelyn Indiana Jones.

Donnie narrowly missed breaking an ankle as he jumped over the concrete barrier onto the grass below. It was a further drop than he had originally thought, and his face winced with pain with the anything but stellar landing. Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, he saw Evelyn bolt through the doors with murder in her eyes. Now was not the time to be a stupid pansy. Everything depended on his getting away, which was a shame since he smoked and she did not, putting him at an obvious disadvantage.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," was the only word to come from his mouth as he hopped on his feet, ignoring the pain. If Harrison Ford could take it, than so could he.

He ran for the parking lot, the grass crushing beneath his feet and the mug hot in his grasp as he pushed past the bewildered students that got in his way. And it wasn't without the paranoia of being caught by Indy's whip from behind that Donnie made it onto the asphalt, ducking between cars to avoid her. He came to a sudden halt behind a grey sedan, and crouched on his knees, his back against the door as he slumped down against it out of sight. It was embarrassing really. Normally the bad guys had a helicopter or a blimp or some other form of evil getaway transportation, and here he was, breathing heavily with nothing but his own two feet and his instincts.

He could only hope that she wouldn't find him. And not only her, but Tony as well. Surely he was her trusted sidekick, and Donnie would have to fight him at one point or another before the end of this adventure, most likely on some kind of big machinery using chains as whips to battle. Oh, what had he gotten himself into? No doubt the boss-man wouldn't approve of this behavior at all, but then Donnie wasn't about to turn back and call it quits. He had gone much too far for that now, and if he lost his job over this, at least it was for a good and true cause.