WHO: Richard Cypher and OPEN~ LOCATION: All around the school WEEK: 58 TIME: Thursday Afternoon WHAT: Richard uses his farmboy background to try to tame a unicorn. He fails. Miserably. RATING: Uh... PG?
It might have, initially, been a bit of fun, but now, now it was just growing tiresome. Had the Unicorn ever planning on stopping, ..? No, to be frank. It was just up and down the same disjointed halls over&over&over. But one thing to be certain of was that Unicorn seemed to have some sort of unhealthy obsession with the Stars. Or rather destroying them. Jeez, what the Hell did it have against other obnoxiously glittery things!
Sheila just sighed, leaning forward against its rainbow mane, half tempted to dangle a couple of smaller stars out in front in hopes that the Unicorn could be coaxed into following those instead. It sure seemed like it could have the intelligence of a freakin' peanut considering all its time spent was ramming stars and being a royal pain in her poor ass. But her train of thought came to a screeching halt as the Unicorn let out a shrill sound, rearing backward as another passed in front of it. It must not have been happy about being interrupted from its oh so important routine, because it gave chase
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"Yeah, I... haven't gotten that far yet," Richard admitted, letting out a yelp as the unicorn rammed into another star. Really, didn't these things have anything else better to do?
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Sheila just sighed, leaning forward against its rainbow mane, half tempted to dangle a couple of smaller stars out in front in hopes that the Unicorn could be coaxed into following those instead. It sure seemed like it could have the intelligence of a freakin' peanut considering all its time spent was ramming stars and being a royal pain in her poor ass. But her train of thought came to a screeching halt as the Unicorn let out a shrill sound, rearing backward as another passed in front of it. It must not have been happy about being interrupted from its oh so important routine, because it gave chase ( ... )
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"Hi, professor..." he began sheepishly. "I swear there's a reason for this."
He really didn't want to get a detention. That would certainly get him a howler from Zedd.
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"Is there, -well spare me. I think that we've both got enough to deal with at the moment, like trying to figure out how to make these things stop."
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