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fandomhighdorms2010-12-07 07:55 pm
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Near the Bog of HOLYSHITWHATFUCKINGDIEDHERE, Tuesday Afternoon
George couldn't believe she was actually going to class -- the shitty one, because the one she liked had been canceled, and naturally, if she was going to have only one class cancel today, it couldn't be the shitty one. It had to be the one she liked.
Unfortunately, going to class meant crossing a weird-looking marsh. Bad enough by itself, except --
"Oh, I think I'm gonna puke," George announced. "That is the worst -- I can't even --"
George might go to class, if she could cross the bridge of the worst scent ever fucking invented.
"I HATE THIS ISLAND," she shouted, just in case anyone was listening.
(OPEN. I am so, so calling in a Sir Didymus for this, because I MUST. Anyone else who wants to bother the knight, or pester a cranky dead girl, JOIN US!)
Unfortunately, going to class meant crossing a weird-looking marsh. Bad enough by itself, except --
"Oh, I think I'm gonna puke," George announced. "That is the worst -- I can't even --"
George might go to class, if she could cross the bridge of the worst scent ever fucking invented.
"I HATE THIS ISLAND," she shouted, just in case anyone was listening.
(OPEN. I am so, so calling in a Sir Didymus for this, because I MUST. Anyone else who wants to bother the knight, or pester a cranky dead girl, JOIN US!)