Wednesday, January 25th, 2006

fates_jaye: (at the bar)
[personal profile] fates_jaye
Jaye's set up a little table. There's a little mug on it for donations, because art supplies cost money, yo.

On the little table? Flags. Felt flags covered in glitter and bows and sticky things. They're very pretty.

The flags have felt letters on them. They spell out:

PRINCIPAL GLITTER/NINJA OTP!


Totally worth any trouble she gets into.


[Jaye's left now, as I have to get back to work. However, she will be around later. Flags and all. =)]
[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com
Students entering the gym in the evening are greeted with the sight of a black cat bouncing up and down on a window-sill. The gym is set up the way it always is: matts on the floor, a table with food and Alanna.

"Okay, today? We will be working on kicking. If you're being attacked, I don't recommend it unless you feel like you have enough experience to be quick about it. If you are going to kick, "kick" with your knee. If your attacker is male, aim low. If you're being kicked, try to grab and stop the foot, usually by grabbing on. If you get it right, the person should fall over, or at least loose their balance." She clapped her hands. "Pair up, practice kicking, usual rules apply. I'll be perched by the cookies and lemonade."
[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com
If anyone were to wander down the 2nd floor hallway, they'd see Bridge hanging out by the stairs, checking through the contents of his knapsack.

[ooc: open to those who... well, they know who they are.]
fates_jaye: (clinically insane)
[personal profile] fates_jaye
Jaye's got her table again, and her computer chair, wheeled down the stairs from the fourth floor. Because everything's burninated.

Her flags are back. You know you want one.

The donation tin's back, too, by the way. Don't be cheap.


[Stuff's getting delivered tomorrow to make it oh so pretty, I swear. I just can't handle two potentially big posts in one day. *g*]
demonbelthazor: (Sad)
[personal profile] demonbelthazor
After classes were done, Bel retreated to the rooftop to brood. He was only barely holding himself together. The human was in despair while the demon screamed to claim and conquer. Kill Logan. Kill Veronica. Keep Phoebe by his side whether she wanted to be there or not. The human resisted with what little strenth it had. The human felt guilt over how he had treated Piper and Phoebe when he first met them. He'd been so proud of himself, bedding both the Halliwell sisters without them knowing. Then things had changed, but he couldn't undo the past. So what did he do now?

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