fandomhighdorms | The Dorm Stairwell (Starting at the Fifth Floor and on Downwards), Sunday Morning.

Poe had escaped from his plastic prison cell that managed to crush his soul even further into despair. It hadn't surprised him that his brown-haired torturer paid no heed to the fact he wasn't there when she went through her normally bleary-eyed morning routine of placing his food in his cage. Then he merely had to wait. Wait until she made her way out the door, so he could quick sneak out, still beyond her notice. He stalked her slowly down the hallway, hoping she would lead him to the great outdoors.

Instead, she led him to something much, much better. The staircase.

After the torturer had made her way down the steps, with much trepidation, Poe tentatively made his way to the edge of the first step. And did what was in his lemming instinct to do. He attempt to hurl himself to his doom. He landed with a comical oof on the next step, saddened he was still alive.

So he went to the edge of this step. And hurled himself again.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

[ooc: Open. Why yes, I am insane.]

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Nadia was headed down the stairs as well, and quite possibly nearly stepped on the poor thing before she noticed it.

"Poe!" She looked down and up the stairs. "Are you looking for Cally, Poe?"

Poe cursed his luck at not getting squashed. He looked up and swore in lemming. It was she-who-also-tortures. He scrambled forth towards the edge of the next step and hurled himself off it, landing sprawled out on all fours with a little squeak.

Nadia covered her mouth to hide a giggle. "Do you want help finding her, little guy? You might hurt yourself like that." She bent down to try to pick him up.

Poe squirmed a bit as Nadia picked him up. If it weren't too much effort, he would have bit her.

He merely stared at her with big, wet eyes, begging her that if she had any heart at all, she end his miserable existence.

"Awwww!" Nadia smiled and held him up to scritch the top of his little lemming head. "You're welcome, Poe!"

Poe stopped squirming and sighed a little lemming sigh. He surrended himself to whatever heartless activity the evil woman would subject him to.

"Okay. Let's go see if we can find Cally." Nadia started down the stairs, holding Poe carefully but firmly. She didn't want him squirming out of her hand.

Poe had hoped these hands would be the sweet jaws of death, to press together and squeeze his last breath from his frame.

He was a bit disappointed.

Cally, on the other hand, was standing in the doorway leading out to the third floor hallway.

"Cally!" Nadia picked up the pace down the stairs. "I think there's someone who wanted to come see you."

Cally turned around. "Hmmm? Who?"

Nadia held out Poe triumphantly. "He was trying to follow you down the stairs."

"He... eep," Cally instantly went to scoop up Poe. "I don't even know how he got out, thank you for finding him!"

"No problem. He's lucky, he could have killed himself on the stairs."

Poe did not actually understand English. If he did, he would have shouted that was the whole point.

"I guess I really do need to get him out in his ball," Cally said. "Running out on his own like this." She scritched the top of Poe's head. "I woulda been so worried if I'd known."

"Maybe you could get a little pouch and carry him around? He might like that."

"What, like one of those baby carrier things?" Cally asked.

"I guess, just a little pouch thing. So he can see everything and be all snuggly."

"But it wouldn't be good exercise," Cally pointed out.

"But he'd be a whole lot less likely to fall down the stairs."

Sometimes, despite all of Pip's valient efforts, Merdebaise gets out of the room.

And sometimes, she goes stalking. For small things.

To kill.

Oh look. The two inferior beings were holding such an animal right now.

Cally lived, for now, in blissful ignorance of Merdebaise.

"Yeah, well, normally he can't get out of the room without my careful attention," she said.

It was, at that point, that Merdebaise decided it was a good time to free the captive small creature from the inferior being's arms.

So that she could kill it.

So she pounced towards Cally.

Cally yelped and was so surprised she fell over backwards. Poe landed with a soft oof on Cally's stomach.

"Owwww... what the frak?" Cally mumbled.

Merdebaise hissed as she hit the floor. Both at the inferior being, for dodging, and at Poe.

So that it may feel fear before it's honor of being killed by her.

Poe didn't move from the spot on Cally's stomach.

He merely stared at Merdebaise with an expression of hope.

Hope that Merdebaise would end his long-suffering.

The Dorm Stairwell (Starting at the Fifth Floor and on Downwards), Sunday Morning.

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