Somewhere in the dorms after 5th period
Mar. 29th, 2006 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenIsabel was walking back to her room when something small and red darted in front of her and attacked her face.
“What the hell?” she yelled as she dodged the small projectile that was trying to write on her face? And then she remembered today’s announcement warning of the rampaging red crayon with a grading fetish.
She held up her hand and the crayon froze, hovering in the air of the hallway. “This is for the good of the student body. Sorry.” A flick of her wrist and the crayon exploded into a small cloud of red dust.
Shaking her head at the weirdness of the school, Isabel started walking again. Only to stop when the crayon suddenly dove at her even faster then before. This? Was annoying. Another flick and it was dust again.
This time she watched the dust. Before it even reached the ground, it had reformed into an angry red crayon.
It started towards her.
She held up her hand.
“We can do this all afternoon,” she said dryly. “Or you can go bother one of the freshmen.”
The crayon hovered. It pondered. It took off down the hall away from her.
“Smart crayon.”
[ooc: A bit late, but I was AFK most of the day]
“What the hell?” she yelled as she dodged the small projectile that was trying to write on her face? And then she remembered today’s announcement warning of the rampaging red crayon with a grading fetish.
She held up her hand and the crayon froze, hovering in the air of the hallway. “This is for the good of the student body. Sorry.” A flick of her wrist and the crayon exploded into a small cloud of red dust.
Shaking her head at the weirdness of the school, Isabel started walking again. Only to stop when the crayon suddenly dove at her even faster then before. This? Was annoying. Another flick and it was dust again.
This time she watched the dust. Before it even reached the ground, it had reformed into an angry red crayon.
It started towards her.
She held up her hand.
“We can do this all afternoon,” she said dryly. “Or you can go bother one of the freshmen.”
The crayon hovered. It pondered. It took off down the hall away from her.
“Smart crayon.”
[ooc: A bit late, but I was AFK most of the day]
