Oct. 2nd, 2007
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The condensed version:
Shit happened.
The movie length: I think I might save that for later.
Anyways. I'm back. Give me a couple days to get caught up, chime in threads that catch my eye, then start new ones and finish Turlough's app.
Shit happened.
The movie length: I think I might save that for later.
Anyways. I'm back. Give me a couple days to get caught up, chime in threads that catch my eye, then start new ones and finish Turlough's app.
RP: Z is for Zombies (Tomo and Osaka)
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Kagura felt like she had been away forever. As much as things were different, they were still the same. She came out of a shower, getting dressed in a baggy tanktop and spandex shorts. She laid down on her bed, putting some headphones on as she started to drift off into a light sleep.
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Camilla had not come up with any idea better than that of turning Bunny Corcoran into a literal bunny. The verbal symmetry appealed to her. Goodness knows he's never been anything like an actual bunny before. The Corcorans were stupid and gave stupid nicknames.
She was distracted lately, and that was not the best state of mind in which to be practicing delicate acts of transfiguration. Also, she'd blatantly defied library regulations by bringing in a small silver thermos of espresso, because rules were for other people. By an extremely unfortunate combination of these factors -- imperfect aim, spell bouncing off the reflective silver -- she missed her target entirely.
Instead of turning an origami 'Bunny' target into a rabbit, the spell hit Camilla herself.
The wand dropped to the floor. A small creamy-colored rabbit sat on the library chair, peering uncertainly over the edges, afraid to hop over the side onto the unknown floor below.
She was distracted lately, and that was not the best state of mind in which to be practicing delicate acts of transfiguration. Also, she'd blatantly defied library regulations by bringing in a small silver thermos of espresso, because rules were for other people. By an extremely unfortunate combination of these factors -- imperfect aim, spell bouncing off the reflective silver -- she missed her target entirely.
Instead of turning an origami 'Bunny' target into a rabbit, the spell hit Camilla herself.
The wand dropped to the floor. A small creamy-colored rabbit sat on the library chair, peering uncertainly over the edges, afraid to hop over the side onto the unknown floor below.