Jun 14, 2006 08:00
Nadia was walking down the hall before workshops started, intent on finding Professor/Dean Tick and asking him about submissions for the art fair. She was considering putting in one of her pictures of Pip- as-a-gosling.
It had been so long since she'd heard anything odd about locker 327 that she didn't even think about trying to avoid it. It flew open as she passed, and a sudden wind knocked her on her butt and she went sliding in with little more than an "Eep!"
The locker slammed shut again, and the hallway was quiet.
[ooc: The mun is beaching it until Friday, so Nadia will get spit back out either Friday night or Saturday morning.]
locker 327,
nadia santos