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fandomhigh2009-08-19 10:49 pm
doubleohblonde) wrote in fandomhigh2009-08-19 10:49 pm
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Practical Weaponry [Wednesday, Period Four]
Bond waited outside of the Danger Shop until all of his class had arrived. When they went inside, the room had taken on the appearance of a city devoid of life and eerily silent.
"I do hope you all remembered your zombie plans from our first class," Bond said from the doorway, checking his watch. "Since the zombie apocalypse and your final are both scheduled to start in about five minutes. Anyone who's still alive at the end of the class passes. That is unless you managed to cause the undeath of a classmate in the process, in which case you fail. Have fun."
With that he locked the door of the Danger Shop behind them. A faint groaning could be heard in the distance.
[ooc:wait for ocd up and craving spicy brains.]
[Class Roster|Previous Classes]
"I do hope you all remembered your zombie plans from our first class," Bond said from the doorway, checking his watch. "Since the zombie apocalypse and your final are both scheduled to start in about five minutes. Anyone who's still alive at the end of the class passes. That is unless you managed to cause the undeath of a classmate in the process, in which case you fail. Have fun."
With that he locked the door of the Danger Shop behind them. A faint groaning could be heard in the distance.
[ooc:
[Class Roster|Previous Classes]
Re: Shopping Mall - PW [Week 7]
... He wasn't going to last long, however. He'd never been briefed on the proper zombie apocalypse survival procedures, after all.
And so, should anyone else enter the mall, there was Tybalt. Tybalt the zombie, who would be waxing poetic by standing outside an office area saying, 'All I desire is to sup upon thy brains. I assure thee, t'is not an unreasonable request. I daresay I would not be so crass as to attempt to dine on thine eyes. If thou wilt be so kind as to open the door, then myself and my ilk shall enter, and proceed to eat the delicious matter found within thy skull...'
... If only it didn't come out as a low moan of "braaaaaaaains," instead.