The stairs, from the fifth floor down, Monday after classes

[nadiathesaint]

In a brilliant cascade of colors and bounciness, several hundred rubber balls of varying sizes, from the small superbouncy balls to the large playground balls bounds cheerfully down the stairs in a omg dangerous beautiful display of . . . ballsiness ballness.

Anyone who should happen to be on the stairs was about to get a bit of a surprise if they haven't been warned by omg!traitors!

[ball attack! join the craziness! Craziness over with! Come join the ball-infused cleanupness! no, wait....]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walked into the stars and slipped on a couple of balls.

"What the hell happened here?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia paused mid-sweep. She grinned at Marty. "Top of the dorms! Woooo!"

She lobbed a superball in Marty's general direction.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The ball bounce off Marty's head and he slipped and fell on the ground.

A sly grin crossed his face.

"Attack my floor will you? You realize this means war?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "Sorry, Gremlin-Bait, we already had war." She grinned at him.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Pfft? You call this a war little girl? This is just a battle. The war? It's on baby."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia tilted her head. "Marty, I grew up in South America. We didn't invent war? But we do really well at it." She shrugged. "But if you want to give it a shot,"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty smirked and headed upstairs. "You're not the only one who's had some experience with this Nadia. You go against the second floor? You just made a huuuuge mistake."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked. She turned to call after him as she swept the last of the balls up. "I never said it was against the second floor!"

It was, but she'd never said that. . . .