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fandomhighdorms2006-01-19 10:11 pm
nadiathesaint) wrote in fandomhighdorms2006-01-19 10:11 pm
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Fifth floor lounge, after lunch
Nadia was engaged in a staring contest.
With a muppet chicken.
Not that she knew it was a muppet chicken, since she didn't really know what a muppet was. She was pretty sure it would have to blink eventually, though.
She was sitting on the floor, with a pen dangling from her lips. In front of her was her notebook, where she had intended to write down ideas for ways to get back at Marty for the chicken debacle. Unfortunately, the chicken was sitting directly on her notebook, and was not willing to move.
She'd tried picking it up and moving it, but it had reacted rather badly to that tactic, flapping its wings frantically and pecking at Nadia's hands until she'd been forced to let go. Nadia now had even more white feathers in her hair, and small, foam textured bruises on both her hands.
"Look," she said to the chicken. "I really need to use my notebook. I don't mind if you stay in the lounge, but you can't stay on my notebook."
"Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk," said the chicken.
"This isn't funny any more," said Nadia. "What if I was trying to do homework?"
"Bawk bawk bawk bawkA!" said the chicken, studiously returning to her knitting.
Nadia sighed. "You don't want to be here any more than I want you to be here."
"Bawk bawk."
"That was really a dirty trick Marty pulled, wasn't it. Forcing you poor chickens into the ducts and the hallways, where you might get kicked or trampled or eaten by hungry cats."
"Bawk bawk."
Nadia nodded, a smile starting to form. "No, you're right, you have made the best of a bad situation. But I think Marty needs to learn from his mistake, don't you?"
The chicken peered up at Nadia with what she was willing to interpret as consideration. "Bawk, bawk bawk bawk bawk,"
"That's what I'm trying to do. That's why I need my notebook. Okay?"
The chicken picked itself up, knitting and all, and shifted over a foot to give Nadia access to her notebook. "Bawk."
"Thank you."
"Bawk bawk-bawk."
"So." Nadia picked her notebook up. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?"
If chickens could smile . . . .
With a muppet chicken.
Not that she knew it was a muppet chicken, since she didn't really know what a muppet was. She was pretty sure it would have to blink eventually, though.
She was sitting on the floor, with a pen dangling from her lips. In front of her was her notebook, where she had intended to write down ideas for ways to get back at Marty for the chicken debacle. Unfortunately, the chicken was sitting directly on her notebook, and was not willing to move.
She'd tried picking it up and moving it, but it had reacted rather badly to that tactic, flapping its wings frantically and pecking at Nadia's hands until she'd been forced to let go. Nadia now had even more white feathers in her hair, and small, foam textured bruises on both her hands.
"Look," she said to the chicken. "I really need to use my notebook. I don't mind if you stay in the lounge, but you can't stay on my notebook."
"Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk," said the chicken.
"This isn't funny any more," said Nadia. "What if I was trying to do homework?"
"Bawk bawk bawk bawkA!" said the chicken, studiously returning to her knitting.
Nadia sighed. "You don't want to be here any more than I want you to be here."
"Bawk bawk."
"That was really a dirty trick Marty pulled, wasn't it. Forcing you poor chickens into the ducts and the hallways, where you might get kicked or trampled or eaten by hungry cats."
"Bawk bawk."
Nadia nodded, a smile starting to form. "No, you're right, you have made the best of a bad situation. But I think Marty needs to learn from his mistake, don't you?"
The chicken peered up at Nadia with what she was willing to interpret as consideration. "Bawk, bawk bawk bawk bawk,"
"That's what I'm trying to do. That's why I need my notebook. Okay?"
The chicken picked itself up, knitting and all, and shifted over a foot to give Nadia access to her notebook. "Bawk."
"Thank you."
"Bawk bawk-bawk."
"So." Nadia picked her notebook up. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?"
If chickens could smile . . . .
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