Post by Dessa on Apr 25, 2007 21:31:15 GMT -5
Dessa decended into the long corrador of the dungoens towards the potions room where she had class. She was in something of a playful mood, her eyes a lustful green while she kept an look out for an opertunity to meet her trouble quota of the day.
Her old tricks were begining to bore her; the confusion of her fellow students when they looked down to find their shoes turned into jello has lost its appeal. Even introducing herself to someone, then changing how she looked and re-meeting them wasnt as fun. Turning all the lights off last week had been rather entertaining, but she felt her creative juices dwindling. She briefly feared she'd lost her talent. Finally something came to her, though it felt over-used and cheap; a few students near Odessa felt something odd. Each felt behind their necks to find a large slug inching down their necks, getting under their collars.
((OPEN))
Her old tricks were begining to bore her; the confusion of her fellow students when they looked down to find their shoes turned into jello has lost its appeal. Even introducing herself to someone, then changing how she looked and re-meeting them wasnt as fun. Turning all the lights off last week had been rather entertaining, but she felt her creative juices dwindling. She briefly feared she'd lost her talent. Finally something came to her, though it felt over-used and cheap; a few students near Odessa felt something odd. Each felt behind their necks to find a large slug inching down their necks, getting under their collars.
((OPEN))
