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There were two bowls filled with a sort of beige slop. Twenty six slightly odd shaped cookies in the oven. And there was one recipe book flying through the air. All of which could possibly have something to do with the screaming teenager flailing awkwardly in the doorway.
Coraline was stuck. She couldn't move out of the doorway no matter how much she tried. She'd tried shuffling forward, she'd tried falling forward which had just sort of hurt and she'd tried moving foward but she just couldn't move. And it was all the stupid mistletoe's fault.
"What good are you anyway? No one wants to kiss me, no one wants me!" Coraline said sulkily reaching up to try and pull it down. It didn't budge though and neither did she. If she hadn't come into the rec room for another book on cooking none of this would have happened. All she had wanted to do was make Bill something nice and now she couldn't move. And probably wouldn't be able to move because no one on this stupid island like-liked her. "I hate this stupid, stupid place! LET ME GO!"
Coraline hit out at the wall and the stupid doorway until her hands hurt. It was after she had stopped throwing a rather spectacular tantrum that her nose wrinkled from a somewhat foul and burnt smell wafted out from the kitchen. The same kitchen where she had left her biscuits cooking twenty minutes ago.
"No, no, no! This is so unfair!" Coraline screamed in frustration as she tried to pull her feet free of her wellies. "Those were Bill's biscuits! I hate cooking and I hate this island and I hate, hate WELLIES! Evil betrayers! Other Mother lovers! Let me fucking go!"
Coraline scowled at her boots swearing as she struggled to get free and not cry. All she wanted was for this lousy day to end already.
[[ooc: one teen in dire need of kissing stuck in the doorway. ST/LT welcome.]]
Coraline was stuck. She couldn't move out of the doorway no matter how much she tried. She'd tried shuffling forward, she'd tried falling forward which had just sort of hurt and she'd tried moving foward but she just couldn't move. And it was all the stupid mistletoe's fault.
"What good are you anyway? No one wants to kiss me, no one wants me!" Coraline said sulkily reaching up to try and pull it down. It didn't budge though and neither did she. If she hadn't come into the rec room for another book on cooking none of this would have happened. All she had wanted to do was make Bill something nice and now she couldn't move. And probably wouldn't be able to move because no one on this stupid island like-liked her. "I hate this stupid, stupid place! LET ME GO!"
Coraline hit out at the wall and the stupid doorway until her hands hurt. It was after she had stopped throwing a rather spectacular tantrum that her nose wrinkled from a somewhat foul and burnt smell wafted out from the kitchen. The same kitchen where she had left her biscuits cooking twenty minutes ago.
"No, no, no! This is so unfair!" Coraline screamed in frustration as she tried to pull her feet free of her wellies. "Those were Bill's biscuits! I hate cooking and I hate this island and I hate, hate WELLIES! Evil betrayers! Other Mother lovers! Let me fucking go!"
Coraline scowled at her boots swearing as she struggled to get free and not cry. All she wanted was for this lousy day to end already.
[[ooc: one teen in dire need of kissing stuck in the doorway. ST/LT welcome.]]