Hostile Zangoose Appears!
[An unfamiliar face roams the hallways, dragging her (his?) bookbag behind her carelessly. A scowl never leaves her face, and she generally comes off as very uninviting.
She stops in front of a locker, picks it open with her claw, and precedes to throw all its contents out onto the floor, disregarding whoever's belongings she's strewing about. With a "hrumph," she stuffs her bookbag into the locker, slams it shut, and continues walking, leaving a mess in her wake.
This is in a very public area between classes. Surely someone must have witnessed it. Was it you? Would you step up to this irate kitty-like thing, or just let her pass? Maybe all she needs is a friend!]
She stops in front of a locker, picks it open with her claw, and precedes to throw all its contents out onto the floor, disregarding whoever's belongings she's strewing about. With a "hrumph," she stuffs her bookbag into the locker, slams it shut, and continues walking, leaving a mess in her wake.
This is in a very public area between classes. Surely someone must have witnessed it. Was it you? Would you step up to this irate kitty-like thing, or just let her pass? Maybe all she needs is a friend!]