Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
06-06-2010, 06:26 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MrGuy.
Holly cursed, grabbing at her ears. She had never in her life heard anything like that, and didn't particularly wish to hear it again. She shook her head and looked down the hallway. Stupid werewolf, running off on me. She sighed and began walking down the hall, eventually coming to a recess with a ladder in it. Looking around, Holly decided she might as well start climbing.
Upon reaching the top of the ladder, she collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. It had taken her about ten minutes to get all the way to the top. She looked around. Apparently, she'd made it to a bell tower on the roof of the school. The rain was starting to pool around her feet, though not quite entering the raised opening from which the ladder emanated. Holly sighed. No matter where she went, she was trapped. She briefly toyed with the idea of "thinking happy thoughts" to create a sphere of sunshine, but promptly discarded it. Even if it did work-- which was unlikely-- it would be utterly demeaning. She sighed and grabbed her gauntlet from her sack, scratching patterns in the floor to bide her time. Somebody had to find her eventually, right?
Holly cursed, grabbing at her ears. She had never in her life heard anything like that, and didn't particularly wish to hear it again. She shook her head and looked down the hallway. Stupid werewolf, running off on me. She sighed and began walking down the hall, eventually coming to a recess with a ladder in it. Looking around, Holly decided she might as well start climbing.
Upon reaching the top of the ladder, she collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath. It had taken her about ten minutes to get all the way to the top. She looked around. Apparently, she'd made it to a bell tower on the roof of the school. The rain was starting to pool around her feet, though not quite entering the raised opening from which the ladder emanated. Holly sighed. No matter where she went, she was trapped. She briefly toyed with the idea of "thinking happy thoughts" to create a sphere of sunshine, but promptly discarded it. Even if it did work-- which was unlikely-- it would be utterly demeaning. She sighed and grabbed her gauntlet from her sack, scratching patterns in the floor to bide her time. Somebody had to find her eventually, right?