Study Hall -- Tuesday, October 11th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah leans back in her chair, a dartboard set on the far wall that she's lazily throwing darts at. Almost every one hits the target -- the ones that don't make her scowl and put her in an even worse mood.

There's a sign set up on the desk that says, "Congratulations to the new student council," but every time one of the winners walks into the room, she gives them a nasty glare. She doesn't trust politicians, no matter how young they might be.

Comments

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"It's look at dead people or write a paper. I already have the Vaporub."

((YES. *dies*))

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'll bet. Hell, if there's one thing we have, it's strong stomachs."

(OOC: HEE! I figured you'd appreciate the opportunity for a "You had sex with my mom, you dick!" argument. :))

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"True. Rambo was a sissy."

((I'm SO calling him Oeddy))

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

"Honestly. That fucker couldn't survive Judgment Day if he tried."

(OOC: Oh, really, Mr. Sent-His-Father-Back-In-Time-To-Die-And-Told-His-Future-Wife-She-Reminded-Him-Of-His-Mom?)

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Indeed."
John takes one of the darts and scores a just-barely bullseye.

((Okay, that? BRain explody. I don't remember much about t3, and the stores are out of it. :( ))