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cantjossme.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2008-03-29 11:12 pm
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First Floor Lobby: Saturday Night
Mel had retrieved her rubber-squeaky-scythe from the weapons locker and was out on patrol. But since it was dark out she could only stay in the lobby as she hunted the nastiest of the undead: vampire dust bunnies.
So anyone entering the lobby right now would find Mel leaping in the air as she attacked the dust monster.
"DIE!"
*SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK*
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So anyone entering the lobby right now would find Mel leaping in the air as she attacked the dust monster.
"DIE!"
*SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK*
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She bounced into the lobby ... and stared. An' stared. An' stared.
"I wanna try!" she announced.
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She zipped off and returned quickly, with a wee plastic formerly-a-Godhand-but-not-so-much-now Velcro-strapped on. "What's we patrollin' for?"
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She began tiptoeing around the perimeter of the room. Clomping a bit, but trying not to. SNEAKY.
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Because the dust bunnies wouldn't have been warned off by the yelling.
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She had a plastic claw strapped to her arm. Shh. Specifics were for silly people.
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"Did I gets it?" she asked, squinting at the floor.