Jun 22, 2010 23:14
[Clopin is pacing in his room, his unlit pipe hanging from his lip.
His room is in shambles. Furniture has been overthrown, wallpaper carved open- even the bed looks like it has taken a few stabs and slices. Feathers float gently down from the decimated pillow still gripped in his fist.]
[Still pacing, he hurls the pipe at a wall and starts to gesticulate dramatically] How was I supposed to know that thing was a student?
Does he look like a student? I don't think he looks like a student. A walking rug, perhaps, but not a student.
Of course, this school has whole scores of singing and dancing animals in shoes and gloves signing their names on the rosters- it would have been nice if that had been mentioned during employee orientation.
Perhaps during one of the meetings? The talking lion could have mentioned in passing that there was a horned snake dispensing religious advice? How en sang dieu am I supposed to know what a student is?
Now I'm afraid to crush cockroaches, lest I permanently alter someone's attendance record! There must be an easy way to recognize the students from the dumb beasts. I need to kill something.
r: helga sinclair,
r: captain hook,
r: djali,
r: belle,
p: clopin trouillefou,
r: scar