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 Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 5:47 pm
fjak;fhsdkj!!!
That was the fourth time that Shehk had shoved that needle into her hand. Jack dammit! She'd been staring at these two pieces of cloth just sort of..chilling there with her, but FORBID she'd have to like... jack dammit! She wasn't enjoying this, and unfortunately, not to her knowledge, she'd started to swear a lot and out loud. Fuu-!
After that fourth time, she just jabbed the needle into the fabric and tossed the two swatches across the room, upsetting Precious from her perch and causing the staplegator to attempt to gnaw on it voraciously, only to get it stuck in it's mouth and start to panic.
Quite quickly, the already-mess that was Shehk's room was growing chaotic, the Pricolici attempting to salvage her homework from an enraged Staplegator who just went OM NOM NOM on her arm.
Honestly, the theatrics of screaming and curses from her room probably amused a lot of people on a somewhat daily basis, so it would be to the hilarity of whoever opened the door next to see the rotting-faced dog, as Shehk had taken on canine-form, battling it out with something a fourth her size and with her homework hanging out of it's mouth.
BARK BARK BARK!!
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 6:31 pm
Samantha was hauling her own cloth and needles through the undead dorms grumbling at her own lack of skill when it came to stitching the two pieces together, after the class her and Shehk had agreed to spend some girl time working on the project and just chatting about the school in general.
Hopefully considering Shehk was a patchwork of stitches she knew a bit more about sewing then herself, however this would quickly be forgotten as Samantha opened Shehk's door.
"Shehk I'm baffled as to how we-" she paused, why was Shehk in her canine form, and better yet, why was her stapler trying to eat her homework?
"Do... should... uhh what?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 7:34 pm
Shehk looked up from her task, ears completely standing straight, before seeming to frown (despite the lack of any real 'facial' features, given they were mostly missing) before grabbing the other end of her homework and playing tug-o-war for a brief moment with the staplegator before her own strength caused her to pick it up as well as her homework, the minipet dangling pathetically back and forth as she pranced back across the room.
Though a few crack-snapples were a goo trigger to say she was changing back (and to avert one's eyes if they didn't want to be grossed out), pulling the homework out of her mouth and then grabbing the gator on the other hand.
"Ha ha..I'm...having a few technical difficulties.." she admitted, finally prying the assignment free of all of the teeth it was getting and slamming the gator on the desk for it to scramble away.
Now uhh...
"There's...nowhere much to sit in here.." Shehk noted, as there was a lone desk chair and the... nothing else (as a doggy-bed didn't make much of a seat). Sadly, her room as just a mess.
Really, one would have to ponder how much time she actually -spent- in there.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 7:46 pm
Though Samantha had yet to really see Shehk in her true form, she could detect something behind the eyes of her friend, something that felt vaugely akin to a frown and a shoulder shrug as if to say 'what?' Still it was as strange and amusing site made all the better by the fact that Shehk was now dangling the stapler from her homework. (Did bite marks mean a lower grade?)
Turning away Samantha waited till she was sure what ever it was Shehk did to change was done, whatever it was, it hardly sounded pleasing.
"Well if your done fighting with a stapler I suppose everything is fine then." She smirked slightly moving fully into the room before nudging the door behind her shut with a foot before dumping her own work down.
"I uhh... see, no bed or...." she trailed off eying the doggy bed slowly. "I think next time we should do this at my place. I still have boxes to sit on and a bed... somewhere all those things... I still haven't finished unpacking."
She liked to run track, she did not like heavy lifting of boxes thank you very much.
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