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smashacademy2013-07-23 10:28 pm
itsjustrats) wrote in smashacademy2013-07-23 10:28 pm
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04: [text then action]
[AN TEXT POST:]
that was stupid.
[A succinct commentary on recent events, obviously.]
[Garrett was not one-hundred percent back. So to speak. Mentally he was himself again, which was nice. But there were feathers. Still so many feathers. Feathers in places he would rather not have feathers. As annoyingand itchy as they were, at least he had hands again and not wings and his face was back to normal... his eye.
Where was his eye.
The last week or so had been a blur of animal instincts, but Garrett could recall having enough sense left to remove his eye as the strange thing happened to him. It should have been in his assigned room at the school, right where he left it. The same room where he turned into a stupid bird that really liked...shiny... things...
Damn it.
He couldn't remember much, but he could recall collecting things- trinkets, coins, anything small he could get his talons on- and then taking them somewhere for safe-keeping. (did he seriously build a nest. what the hell.) His eye had to be wherever the hoard was. Which didn't narrow it down much. This was a large establishment with plenty of spaces for a small bird to build a nest. (oh my god he built a nest) Looks like he was just gonna. hafta. search for it. Which leads us to....]
[ACTION: On this lovely summer evening, the creep in the cloak can be found all over campus, on a mission. Pausing to examine trees and lampposts, poking out of windows to check out ledges and gutters. He's looking for something, but what! Dare you approach and see what's up?
His last stop is the clock tower. Garrett glances around before opening the door and ducking inside. This was the last place to check, it had to be in here somewhere (spoiler: it was).]
that was stupid.
[A succinct commentary on recent events, obviously.]
[Garrett was not one-hundred percent back. So to speak. Mentally he was himself again, which was nice. But there were feathers. Still so many feathers. Feathers in places he would rather not have feathers. As annoying
Where was his eye.
The last week or so had been a blur of animal instincts, but Garrett could recall having enough sense left to remove his eye as the strange thing happened to him. It should have been in his assigned room at the school, right where he left it. The same room where he turned into a stupid bird that really liked...shiny... things...
Damn it.
He couldn't remember much, but he could recall collecting things- trinkets, coins, anything small he could get his talons on- and then taking them somewhere for safe-keeping. (did he seriously build a nest. what the hell.) His eye had to be wherever the hoard was. Which didn't narrow it down much. This was a large establishment with plenty of spaces for a small bird to build a nest. (oh my god he built a nest) Looks like he was just gonna. hafta. search for it. Which leads us to....]
[ACTION: On this lovely summer evening, the creep in the cloak can be found all over campus, on a mission. Pausing to examine trees and lampposts, poking out of windows to check out ledges and gutters. He's looking for something, but what! Dare you approach and see what's up?
His last stop is the clock tower. Garrett glances around before opening the door and ducking inside. This was the last place to check, it had to be in here somewhere (spoiler: it was).]