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vatheon2013-07-06 07:37 pm
not_a_bunny) wrote in vatheon2013-07-06 07:37 pm
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Standin' at the crossroads,
Who: Ickis and YOU!
When: about 10 pm Saturday Night
Where: Starting at the fountain
Style: Prose but I can match
Status: OPEN
“Ugh…w-what happened?” The last thing he recalled was walking back to the dorm rooms after a midday snack! Struggling to sit up a little he gave a shrill yelp as he fell back into the fountain. Thank Glog he could swim! A few panicked moments of splashing and sputtering and the little monster managed to get his balance. “Why is there a fountain in the midlde of the-” He stopped and stared ahead…as far as he knew…there, there wasn’t a fountain anywhere in the school.
That would mean that…”EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” he shriked and flailed a bit more before he managed to get out of the fountain. At least it was dark out! Not that it could really hide the panicking mess of monster pacing around the fountain. “T-there’s no way…the school doesn’t have a-a-a fountain…butiwasn’tanywherenearoneeither….EEEEEEE! I’M LOST! I’m lost…I have no idea where I am and and, I don’t where anyone else is! What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do…!” His voice rose and fell in pitch as his panic spiked. Tugging on his ears, Ickis could only manage enough focus to not crash into the fountain he was pacing around.
That wasn’t enough focus to not trip over the SFC laying on the ground. His panic momentarily replaced by annoyance he growled and grabbed the starfish. “Stupid five-pointed fish! That really hurt.” He whined before grumbling a little. The little monster sat against the fountain, turning over the SFC and letting out a little gasp of wonder. “I-it’s a little TV!…Wooow I didn’t know they could be this small…” He turned it over again, “Or look like a fish.” He shrugged and turned back to the screen, poking the buttons. He giggled when the network came on, and after looking things over a bit he realized that it wasn’t a tv. “Hey…m-maybe this is uhm…oh what is it called…the-the screen! The one with the…a cram-pooter? Bradley said his dad…oh! Heheheh a computer.” Now he just had to figure out how to work the thing. At least he could walk back to the dump and fiddle around with it at the same time.
When: about 10 pm Saturday Night
Where: Starting at the fountain
Style: Prose but I can match
Status: OPEN
“Ugh…w-what happened?” The last thing he recalled was walking back to the dorm rooms after a midday snack! Struggling to sit up a little he gave a shrill yelp as he fell back into the fountain. Thank Glog he could swim! A few panicked moments of splashing and sputtering and the little monster managed to get his balance. “Why is there a fountain in the midlde of the-” He stopped and stared ahead…as far as he knew…there, there wasn’t a fountain anywhere in the school.
That would mean that…”EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” he shriked and flailed a bit more before he managed to get out of the fountain. At least it was dark out! Not that it could really hide the panicking mess of monster pacing around the fountain. “T-there’s no way…the school doesn’t have a-a-a fountain…butiwasn’tanywherenearoneeither….EEEEEEE! I’M LOST! I’m lost…I have no idea where I am and and, I don’t where anyone else is! What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do…!” His voice rose and fell in pitch as his panic spiked. Tugging on his ears, Ickis could only manage enough focus to not crash into the fountain he was pacing around.
That wasn’t enough focus to not trip over the SFC laying on the ground. His panic momentarily replaced by annoyance he growled and grabbed the starfish. “Stupid five-pointed fish! That really hurt.” He whined before grumbling a little. The little monster sat against the fountain, turning over the SFC and letting out a little gasp of wonder. “I-it’s a little TV!…Wooow I didn’t know they could be this small…” He turned it over again, “Or look like a fish.” He shrugged and turned back to the screen, poking the buttons. He giggled when the network came on, and after looking things over a bit he realized that it wasn’t a tv. “Hey…m-maybe this is uhm…oh what is it called…the-the screen! The one with the…a cram-pooter? Bradley said his dad…oh! Heheheh a computer.” Now he just had to figure out how to work the thing. At least he could walk back to the dump and fiddle around with it at the same time.