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fandomhighdorms2010-03-26 07:45 pm
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Locker 327, Then School Grounds - Friday Morning
When Locker 327 decided to be odd and not just another locker (that had survived an alien attack), things and people were often sucked in, but only let out when the locker was good and ready.
On rare occasions, such as this one, Locker 327 found itself containing an occupant who was putting up a fight. On this particular occasion, Locker 327 was finding itself on the losing end of the fight.
The noises coming from the locker suggested there was a quarrelsome rhinoceros, a big, ugly, hairy yak wearing some wax lips and a gopher horde inside. Some rattling and shouting later and Edmund Pevensie emerged, covered in soot and carrying a can of gopher repellent. He slammed the locker door shut and backed away, wagging a finger at the locker. "I've had it with this place getting me lost or sucking me in or locking me in a room when something big is going on. Not this time. I'm putting my foot down. Understood?"
The locker swung open and spat out his notebook, which was now covered in rhino spit and yak hair, before slamming shut again. "Good then." Edmund snatched up his notebook and grimaced at it before hurrying out into the fog.
[OOC: For those out and about at this fine hour.]
On rare occasions, such as this one, Locker 327 found itself containing an occupant who was putting up a fight. On this particular occasion, Locker 327 was finding itself on the losing end of the fight.
The noises coming from the locker suggested there was a quarrelsome rhinoceros, a big, ugly, hairy yak wearing some wax lips and a gopher horde inside. Some rattling and shouting later and Edmund Pevensie emerged, covered in soot and carrying a can of gopher repellent. He slammed the locker door shut and backed away, wagging a finger at the locker. "I've had it with this place getting me lost or sucking me in or locking me in a room when something big is going on. Not this time. I'm putting my foot down. Understood?"
The locker swung open and spat out his notebook, which was now covered in rhino spit and yak hair, before slamming shut again. "Good then." Edmund snatched up his notebook and grimaced at it before hurrying out into the fog.
[OOC: For those out and about at this fine hour.]