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fandomhigh2012-07-28 08:48 am
Umbridge High School Building, Saturday Evening
There were some clouds hanging around the spires of Umbridge High School, but not enough; there was an overlaying sense that there shouldn't be as much sunlight shining down on it as there was.
It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.
And all that on a weekend, too.
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It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.
And all that on a weekend, too.
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Re: Locker 327
Sorry, crew. Sparkle had brought a bottle of gasoline with him, and had a lighter in one pocket. He'd been bringing them along in the hopes of maybe torching some desks a little later with Atton, but this suddenly seemed way more awesome.
Which was why he was snatching the paper out of Karla's hands without waiting for permission to just go ahead and do it, slapping it on the floor, sloshing some gas on it, and then opening his zippo and letting it fall on top of the damn thing.
... If anyone bitched, he'd insist that he was just being thorough, here.
Re: Locker 327
Ikol was always a nice bird to have along, wasn't he?
Re: Locker 327
"... was that it?" Maeby asked. "Did we do it?"
It was a little too quiet.
Re: Locker 327
"I think it's safe to say we did," Karla said. "Now then. Let's go cause some mayhem."