Post by Faith Ryan McKillen on Jan 22, 2006 13:53:20 GMT -5
Folding her arms, Faith made her way down the mazed like hallways, this school had better amuse her soon, or she might just want to cause every damn Head of House to have a nervous break down. Wait, maybe that would keep her entertained for a few weeks. Taking out a piece of parchment, Faith pointed her finger as sparkled spells floated onto the paper.
1. Make HoH have nervous breakdowns.
Smirking in a sly way, she pushed the parchment back into her pocket and made her way through the dusty halls. This place seemed dirty, and almost not enough to make her happy. She would have to mold this place to suit her needs, and vicious thoughts. Licking her dry and stiff lips, she felt her black high heel become stuck in a crack of the floor. Growling loudly, she tore it out.
“This fucking place had better sharpen up,” Sure she loved the cold weather, but crack in the tile? Shoot me. Her heels tapped together while she sported her usual tattered and holly jeans, with a white tank top and normal hot pink bra to match. And with her face sporting that evil ass grin. She clamped her fists together, and noticed a small conversation in the hall.
1. Make HoH have nervous breakdowns.
Smirking in a sly way, she pushed the parchment back into her pocket and made her way through the dusty halls. This place seemed dirty, and almost not enough to make her happy. She would have to mold this place to suit her needs, and vicious thoughts. Licking her dry and stiff lips, she felt her black high heel become stuck in a crack of the floor. Growling loudly, she tore it out.
“This fucking place had better sharpen up,” Sure she loved the cold weather, but crack in the tile? Shoot me. Her heels tapped together while she sported her usual tattered and holly jeans, with a white tank top and normal hot pink bra to match. And with her face sporting that evil ass grin. She clamped her fists together, and noticed a small conversation in the hall.
