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Israfel looked at the rake in horror. Horror. Not because it was talking, or whining, but the fact that while it was talking, something as chewing on his hair.
HIS.
HAIR.
Screaming very undignified, Israfel grabbed what was in his hair and threw it off into the pile of talking equipment. He could feel the knots just forming in his precious locks. Hands lifted the rake and before it could protest-

WHAP
WHAP
WHAP

Israfel was beating on the evil hair chewing shovel with a talking rake. Sensibilities be damned, the thing chewed on his perfect hair. That son of a b***h shovel was going to die. A few whaps later, and Israfel felt a feeling of dread. He'd lingered too long beating on the hair chewing shovel with the crying rake. The groundskeeper might return. Him or his hounds. Israfel didn't know which was worse, and he'd really not like to have to find out.

So he flew the coop. He needed to asses the damage to his hair anyway.

Lucianna was nervous. This was cruel - a really cruel dare. But a dare was a dare and she had to follow through. Other-wise they'd make fun of her! Call her names... The thought of such made the doll both want to cry and run after 'them' with a meat cleaver all at once. So here she was. She had dragged her feet getting here, looking for any way out of this without losing her pride. However, 'they' had promised they would be watching.
Oh! What if she got broken!? Lucianna sniffled a bit at the thought, the true terror she felt not showing in those creepy little doll eyes. Oh to be made of flesh and bone - not constantly afraid of being shattered. If she were damaged irreparably, that would be the end of her. She usually tried to stay out of such risky situations. Why did she had to walk in on that game of truth or dare?

A cautious porcelain hand reached out to the shed door

There was something in there. She just knew it. Instinct told her that something cute, harmless and helpless was somehow stuck in the shed. She was determined, nay, SHE WAS GOING IN. There was someone else with her too, and that thought made Kasumi brave. What was her name? Sin? Yes, she and Sin could bust in there, save the day! Maybe she could take up whatever was inside and nurse it back to health to make Miss Cricket proud? Whatever the reason, Kasumi had her brand new ghoulfriend with her to give it her all.

She had to make Miss Nurse Cricket proud!

Carefully, the ghost padded up to the door and pressed an ear against it. Even more carefully, she pushed on the door.

Caution and quick acting managed to save her from the trap door, but Luciana didn't see the laundry chute behind her, which buckled her knees. She fell in and a loud piercing scream was all that came before she was gone.

Chip, chip, crack, Lucianna was scared out of her wits as she fell down the rusted trap.

Once the trip down the chute that seemed to- in Lucianna's mind, last for ever - was over, Lucianna was met, perhaps happily, with the wheelbarrow of laundry.... Dirty though it may have been. Lucianna's first concern was to inspect herself for damage. Then she finally assessed her situation. A smile appeared on her face, and if they could have, her eyes would have surely lit up.

"Oh! Dress up time!"

Some time later Lucianna could be found with the feather in her hair, and the red bra worn on the outside of her dress. A pair of sock was turned in to gloves. The boots were left. They were too big for her anyway. She might have tripped if she were to wear them!
Maybe she'd return the dress up clothes later, once she was done with her fun. Lucianna was always good about putting her toys back where they belong!

"So I was caught, no big deal" Valentino said to the assembled gardening tools. He assumed that they sympathized with him though, they finally had someone that could recognize their poor condition. The pruning sheers and hedge trimmers were lonely from misuse and neglect; but even worse, rust coated the blades of the aerator and the tree trimmer needed a sharpening.

Valentino would instantly be fixing those problems, and more, but first he needed escape the snare he was snagged on. At least while he waited, he could compile his list of grievances that he wished to file against Breck, on behalf of the tools.

Sin was pretty angry which might account for the way she grabbed the hem of her dress, lifted it to scandalous heights and shoved her way into the Shed. She stomped on the root in the entryway with her heeled boot and her eyes narrowed in the darkness. She kicked aside the bag of seeds and forged onward jumping aside and wincing as she landed. Luckily she had managed to avoid the trap that had launched poor Kasumi. A rake suddenly fell and she rolled aside letting out an enraged screech and jumping to her feet as she saw the damage to her dress.
"Just look at this! Do you even know how much a gown like this costs?" She clenched her fists at her side and kicked away the gardening tools. Then she saw it, the door, well she was going to go give that groundskeeper the bill and demand a new dress. She was going to make him apologize for setting up all these horrid traps, she was going to...

She paused and suddenly frowned slowly turning around as she heard the sounds of growling. Her eyes slowly moved down to see mist creeping stealthy towards her and she sucked in a sudden sharp breath. "Oh..." Quickly she reached down grabbed the edge of her dress and unceremoniously ripped the fabric away tossing it down. She saw the sudden brightness of three pairs of eyes and ran for the door fueled more by fright then fear now. Next Time She thought grimly.

@ Valentino -

It seemed that the zombie, for all his chatter, had neglected the condition of his eyes and ears. As much as he might wish to dictate the state of affairs inside the shed, or assume things regarding how Breck behaved around others, when he was so seldom seen when people LOOKED for him, and seemed only to appear to students when they wanted LEAST to see him...
The shed's equipment was in dangerously pristine shape, razor sharp edges and careful traps and spell work to bring equipment to life and scream and bemoan those whom would abuse it.
How unfortunate for the would be wise man, that his bravado was overheard, and he was left in his own private well until such time as Professor Helma herself could escort him to detention for trespassing.