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BanaBatGirl · 10-11-2009, 09:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven

All Tino saw was the blur of a flying boot. There was a terrific crash, and then all of a sudden, the knight with the lance was lunging towards him. "It's aliiiive!," Tino screamed, scrambling for his life. The headpiece was clearly looking at him, staring at him, coming for him. The pointed lance, which had probably just been sharpened, flew at the boy's head. It was going to gouge his eyes out! At the last second Tino tripped and went sliding across the floor, arms over his head, and the knight smashed into various pieces after him. CRASHH. The murdurous helmet clanged and came to a landing, two inches away.

Still curled into a protective ball, Tino lay there cringing as the rest of the room noisily flew apart. The display shields fell from the wall, weapons skittered across the floor, and worst of all, all the heads of the suits had somehow been knocked off their armored bodies. He held still for a moment, waiting for the clamor to stop, before peeking out from under his arm.

Tino's heart was still going like sixty. He had been certain his life was about to come to a dishonorable end--defeated, unarmed, by a jouster . . that he now realized was hollow. Or so he hoped. He kept a wary eye on the series of helmets that littered the floor, picking himself up. There had been a flash of pink near the door, he was certain. And now Tino wasn't just offended by this vagrant teacher's disregard for students, he was furious. This wasn't about his mission to uphold rules or safety or honor. This had become personal.

"STOP, FIEND!," Tino bellowed. And he took off in hot pursuit, blazing fury now fueling his legs.

This was just getting worse and worse. And worse. And worse. How had things snowballed so out of proportion? Anastasia had tried to speak to Upstead. That had failed. She might have lost her temper and maaybe sat by while a plant slapped the boy silly, but really, he wasn't dead! He was hardly injured! He had to be faking it all!

And now she was being chased by a CRAZY CHILD who called HER a FIEND. They were all out to get her!!!!!!!!!

Bolting out of armor gallery barefoot with her messy hair bouncing like the tail of a red rocket, Bunbury careened onto the moving staircase and clung to the banister for dear life. Oh thank Merlin it was swinging away from the third floor already. YES. Escape at last!

Never mind that she had no plan for what she was going to do when she go off this staircase.... exile in America, maybe? Milan? Paris?

Antarctica?

She was just a terrified bunny seeking shelter. Poor, innocent little Bunny.

10-11-2009, 09:41 PM	#15 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven All Tino saw was the blur of a flying boot. There was a terrific crash, and then all of a sudden, the knight with the lance was lunging towards him. "It's aliiiive!," Tino screamed, scrambling for his life. The headpiece was clearly looking at him, staring at him, coming for him. The pointed lance, which had probably just been sharpened, flew at the boy's head. It was going to gouge his eyes out! At the last second Tino tripped and went sliding across the floor, arms over his head, and the knight smashed into various pieces after him. CRASHH. The murdurous helmet clanged and came to a landing, two inches away. Still curled into a protective ball, Tino lay there cringing as the rest of the room noisily flew apart. The display shields fell from the wall, weapons skittered across the floor, and worst of all, all the heads of the suits had somehow been knocked off their armored bodies. He held still for a moment, waiting for the clamor to stop, before peeking out from under his arm. Tino's heart was still going like sixty. He had been certain his life was about to come to a dishonorable end--defeated, unarmed, by a jouster . . that he now realized was hollow. Or so he hoped. He kept a wary eye on the series of helmets that littered the floor, picking himself up. There had been a flash of pink near the door, he was certain. And now Tino wasn't just offended by this vagrant teacher's disregard for students, he was furious. This wasn't about his mission to uphold rules or safety or honor. This had become personal. "STOP, FIEND!," Tino bellowed. And he took off in hot pursuit, blazing fury now fueling his legs. This was just getting worse and worse. And worse. And worse. How had things snowballed so out of proportion? Anastasia had tried to speak to Upstead. That had failed. She might have lost her temper and maaybe sat by while a plant slapped the boy silly, but really, he wasn't dead! He was hardly injured! He had to be faking it all! And now she was being chased by a CRAZY CHILD who called HER a FIEND. They were all out to get her!!!!!!!!! Bolting out of armor gallery barefoot with her messy hair bouncing like the tail of a red rocket, Bunbury careened onto the moving staircase and clung to the banister for dear life. Oh thank Merlin it was swinging away from the third floor already. YES. Escape at last! Never mind that she had no plan for what she was going to do when she go off this staircase.... exile in America, maybe? Milan? Paris? Antarctica? She was just a terrified bunny seeking shelter. Poor, innocent little Bunny. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind