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BanaBatGirl · 10-15-2009, 03:25 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

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Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven

"Achooooooo!!"

Tino jumped back, startled out of his reverie. "God bless you," he told the man in the portrait, who was burying his face in a handkerchief. He studied it quietly for a moment. "You have purple spots on your face, " he said finally.

"Thank you for your keen observation!" snapped the pox-man, refolding his handkerchief and blowing. SNIIIIIRK.

Tino stepped back again, wondering if it was possible to catch deadly viruses from a painting. He could swear he felt the moisture from that last one. "You should really see a doctor for that," he advised. "Have you tried hot chicken soup? Or how about nasal spray?"

"Oh thanks. In five hundred years, I hadn't thought of that," pox-man scowled, rolling his eyes.

"Wow, really?" Tino was impressed by the guy's lack of focus. Maybe he was even worse than Tino. It gave him a slight glimmer of hope. "Say, I've always been curious. If I painted something new into your frame, would you be able to use it? Or would it block that part of the painting like a brick wall, since it wasn't part of the original spell?"

Um, hello, wasn't the crazy kid on a (wo)man hunt right now? HELLO??? Annie knew for a fact that as poofy, frizzy and crazy as her hair was right now, it did not match the prairie grass behind her head. CLEARLY she was right in her assessment of Tino's brainlessness if he never noticed her.

Shaking her head at the bits of conversation she managed to catch from boy and portrait, Anastasia began sneaking off in the opposite direction from Tino. Fine. She would just RUN RUN RUN RUN RUNNNNNNNNNN (which she did) all the way down the other end of the corridor, sliiiiiide down the banister, and land in the entrance hall to get the Hades out of here.

It would not be fun sneaking out to the Front Gate without shoes though. Alas.

....and slide down the banister Bunbury did, very stealthy-like, until she reached the Entrance Hall. Oh good. No one was around. She would use this time to her advantage to saunter over to a mirror, fluff out her hair, conjure up a pair of shoes...

Annie proceeded to smooth out her robes and take care of the shoes first, because honestly, now that it seemed Crazy!One had forgotten why he was chasing her, she had forgotten why she was running.

She'd done nothing wrong. Nothing. Upstead had gotten what was coming to him for fighting a plant and a professor. She was absolutely innocent - why, she was practically a saint for transporting the boy to the hospital wing instead of tending to her damaged Devil's Snare!

Maybe exile in Antarctica wouldn't be necessary after all. Maybe just a little time away from the castle would be best... yes.... like a vacation.

With that thought, Annie slipped into the shoes she'd conjured without thinking and glanced down. Ew. Ewwww this was not her top-quality classy, timeless designer style at allll. It sent the wrong message entirely. And what was with the skulls on the side? Skulls and roses?

Hmm. That actually worked for her. And they seemed flexible enough that she might be able to start running again if anyone came looking.

10-15-2009, 03:25 AM	#31 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 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 BanaBatGirl Quote: Originally Posted by Seeker_Seven "Achooooooo!!" Tino jumped back, startled out of his reverie. "God bless you," he told the man in the portrait, who was burying his face in a handkerchief. He studied it quietly for a moment. "You have purple spots on your face, " he said finally. "Thank you for your keen observation!" snapped the pox-man, refolding his handkerchief and blowing. SNIIIIIRK. Tino stepped back again, wondering if it was possible to catch deadly viruses from a painting. He could swear he felt the moisture from that last one. "You should really see a doctor for that," he advised. "Have you tried hot chicken soup? Or how about nasal spray?" "Oh thanks. In five hundred years, I hadn't thought of that," pox-man scowled, rolling his eyes. "Wow, really?" Tino was impressed by the guy's lack of focus. Maybe he was even worse than Tino. It gave him a slight glimmer of hope. "Say, I've always been curious. If I painted something new into your frame, would you be able to use it? Or would it block that part of the painting like a brick wall, since it wasn't part of the original spell?" Um, hello, wasn't the crazy kid on a (wo)man hunt right now? HELLO??? Annie knew for a fact that as poofy, frizzy and crazy as her hair was right now, it did not match the prairie grass behind her head. CLEARLY she was right in her assessment of Tino's brainlessness if he never noticed her. Shaking her head at the bits of conversation she managed to catch from boy and portrait, Anastasia began sneaking off in the opposite direction from Tino. Fine. She would just RUN RUN RUN RUN RUNNNNNNNNNN (which she did) all the way down the other end of the corridor, sliiiiiide down the banister, and land in the entrance hall to get the Hades out of here. It would not be fun sneaking out to the Front Gate without shoes though. Alas. ....and slide down the banister Bunbury did, very stealthy-like, until she reached the Entrance Hall. Oh good. No one was around. She would use this time to her advantage to saunter over to a mirror, fluff out her hair, conjure up a pair of shoes... Annie proceeded to smooth out her robes and take care of the shoes first, because honestly, now that it seemed Crazy!One had forgotten why he was chasing her, she had forgotten why she was running. She'd done nothing wrong. Nothing. Upstead had gotten what was coming to him for fighting a plant and a professor. She was absolutely innocent - why, she was practically a saint for transporting the boy to the hospital wing instead of tending to her damaged Devil's Snare! Maybe exile in Antarctica wouldn't be necessary after all. Maybe just a little time away from the castle would be best... yes.... like a vacation. With that thought, Annie slipped into the shoes she'd conjured without thinking and glanced down. Ew. Ewwww this was not her top-quality classy, timeless designer style at allll. It sent the wrong message entirely. And what was with the skulls on the side? Skulls and roses? Hmm. That actually worked for her. And they seemed flexible enough that she might be able to start running again if anyone came looking. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind