She went willingly. Really.

[redhaired_anita]

In neat, flowing handwriting on the side of Girls' 12:

I'm off to Happy Zombie Mandatory Make-Out Training! Don't look for me!

- Anita

[ignore that this is written in dried blood. Also ignore the non-functioning Luna-P in the corner. And the churned-up dirt, bloody paper and zombie parts trail leading into the woods.]

(( Hiatus! Enabled by this

Comments

[or_mama]

. . .

[fromthelostdays]

Zombie make-out training?

...That poor kid.

[parasol_hero]

...Mandatory?! You mean if this works out, the Director's going to make the rest of us do this as wel?!

Oh, Anita...this is worse than having to die for justice.

[or_mama]

....

I'd rather hope not.

[parasol_hero]

...Huh?

Oh, you must be new around here, sir. Trust me, this is just the sort of thing the Director might make us all suffer through.

[OOC: I'm trying to break the halfway point on my comic, and am pulling THE ALL-NIGHTER OF DOOM, so I won't be on IRC for a while D:]

[or_mama]

Fantastic.

And I'm not new.

((Boo hiss on you. ^_^ Oh, and I'm sorry, Bailey might not recognize you right away...Big J is ready, though.))

[shes_my_master]

!!! Anita-chan?!

[evil_groupie]

--!

What did you do to the poor ball?!

[hascoldhands]

*walking by and that's just not something to hear*

... Ano....

[evil_groupie]

*grabbing ball whut*

Hn? Oh, it's ninja court girl~.

[hascoldhands]

Ah...right.

That ball belongs to my friend, miss.