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Post by thedig on Aug 30, 2011 14:05:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Oh. My. Codfish. Of course, it was just Lend’s luck to try to brush into someone, get caught trying to brush into someone, find out he’d picked a mutant with enhanced stupidity and strength, been punched around the face and shoved into a closet. He crumpled back against the cleaning supplies and whimpered softly as the door was slammed into his foot.
For a guy with extreme optimism, Lend was feeling pretty low.
He touched his cheek gingerly and winced. Sighing, he lifted himself up off the pile of brooms, mops and buckets and tried the door. He could turn the handle, but not open the door- the idiot had probably jammed a broom under it. Lend hobbled back a few paces, imitated the guy (who had quite superior muscles in addition to his strength) and charged forward as fast as his hurty foot would allow him.
The door swung open, and Lend bumbled through it. He flew forwards and hit the opposite wall, not giving him another bruise but just making the blossoming one bigger. He groaned and trudged back into the closet, returning to his normal appearance. Maybe he would just lie on the brooms for a bit... A little tear of defeat trickled down his cheek before being hastily wiped away. Lend leant against the wall and sighed, nudging the door shut with a slam. |
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Post by parker on Sept 2, 2011 15:11:19 GMT -5
Parker walked past the broom closet on her way back to class to do her homework and just hang out, when she heard something coming from it. She was hesitant to look into it in case some couple was in there… ‘coupling’. She put her ear against the door to try to hear what was going on in there. It had gotten quiet and there wasn’t any sign of movement anymore, but just in case she knocked on the door before opening it. When she pulled the door open, she saw a redheaded guy laying on some brooms. She blinked, not really sure what to make of the situation. This had never happened to her before. Though she never really hung out in the broom closet too much either. She stood there in silence for about a minute just looking at him. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt… you laying there…” She mumbled, her face turning red. Smooth, Parker. Real smooth. She brushed her hair out of her face and played with the hem of her shirt awkwardly. “I just heard a noise coming from it and…” She motioned toward the closet, as she tried to explain, trailing off at the end. Biting her lip, she looked at him and asked, “Are-are you okay?” She stumbled over her words a little. |
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Post by thedig on Sept 4, 2011 7:05:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] don't let me go . Lend lifted his head. Oh, God, a girl; just what he needed at this time. A pretty girl, too, who was looking really embarrassed at bursting in on him. Still, Lend didn’t think he could embarrass himself more, so he sat up and nodded like he knew what he was doing. “Yes, I’m fine, completely, thanks,” he said to her, “I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about... about these brooms. Apparently, they’re meant to be the best thing since sliced bread, but whoever said that was lying.”
His cocky act lasted about seven seconds before his face crumpled. “No, I’m not alright,” he pouted, “There was this big guy who I tried to brush against, then I got caught trying to brush against him, then he hit me here-” he gestured to his cheek- “then he shut me in this closet and I tried to get out but I hurt my foot... Have you seen a guy who looks like this?” Lend flashed into the other guy. He suddenly changed from a sad-looking, slightly odd redhead to a tall, mean-looking guy who had black stubble sweeping over his face. He stood up and phased back into himself. |
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Post by parker on Sept 9, 2011 10:42:39 GMT -5
Parker blinked and titled her head to the side. “Um. Okay?” She didn’t exactly know how to react to this. Why did she even bother opening the door to see what it was. Damn her curiosity. Well, since he was okay, she decided that maybe she should leave him to whatever he was even doing in the broom closet. It was a little obvious that he was lying about why he was in here, so she had no reason to stay. “Well… if you’re alright…” She mumbled as she turned to leave.
Just as she was about to leave, he told her that he was not, in fact, alright. She turned back to face him, ready to listen. Maybe he would explain why he was in here laying on the brooms. There had to be a real reason. She blinked at him again. Why was he trying to brush against another guy? That was… weird on so many levels. Her eyes widened and she backed away from him when he turned into a big mean looking guy.
Everything was making more sense now though. When he turned back into himself, she nodded, making a mental note to not touch him. She didn’t want him to be able to turn into her. That would be weird. “I think I saw him going that way?” She said pointing to her left. “Do you need help to get to the infirmary?” Not that she would be much help, being as small as she was, but she had to offer.
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