Post by Mildre(a)d "Bagley-Aldaine" on Jul 27, 2009 3:03:35 GMT -5
Sniff.
Nothing living here.
Except what sounded to be a scritching, scratching rat in one of the tombs, but she was willing to overlook that. She'd never really been a fan of rodents. It wasn't that she hated them, just, she'd had a rat as a pet when she was little, but somehow it gave her some sort of disease that involved odd pustules growing on her body and vomit.
Ever since, she'd been wary of them.
Of course, she had no reason to be, now. She was already dead. Undead? Either way, she wouldn't be getting sick with the plague again any time soon, that was for sure.
Melancholy Mildred sighed as she made her way into the Crypt, spending the night exploring as her Daddy had sort-of encouraged. Of course, he might not have meant on the school grounds, but of course, she didn't really know whether she was close to the school or not. Really, it wasn't described all that well in the board description.
Each step kicking aside some sort of branch or student litter, she looked around her at the big, crazy tombs around her. To think, she really should have been in one of those? Although her heart stopped beating, here she was, walking, when these giants were not. Did she deserve it?
Probably.
Mildred stretched, arms over her head, hip to the side, more a habit than anything. She was getting tired. Plus, she'd have to start making her way back home, soon. It wasn't exactly just a quick walk to the Castille. It was still only a little before Midnight, but she was still very wary of being anywhere near the outside when the sun came out.
Hmm.
Was there anything interesting to be found, here?
[ooc: First post for a Very Special Person.]
Nothing living here.
Except what sounded to be a scritching, scratching rat in one of the tombs, but she was willing to overlook that. She'd never really been a fan of rodents. It wasn't that she hated them, just, she'd had a rat as a pet when she was little, but somehow it gave her some sort of disease that involved odd pustules growing on her body and vomit.
Ever since, she'd been wary of them.
Of course, she had no reason to be, now. She was already dead. Undead? Either way, she wouldn't be getting sick with the plague again any time soon, that was for sure.
Melancholy Mildred sighed as she made her way into the Crypt, spending the night exploring as her Daddy had sort-of encouraged. Of course, he might not have meant on the school grounds, but of course, she didn't really know whether she was close to the school or not. Really, it wasn't described all that well in the board description.
Each step kicking aside some sort of branch or student litter, she looked around her at the big, crazy tombs around her. To think, she really should have been in one of those? Although her heart stopped beating, here she was, walking, when these giants were not. Did she deserve it?
Probably.
Mildred stretched, arms over her head, hip to the side, more a habit than anything. She was getting tired. Plus, she'd have to start making her way back home, soon. It wasn't exactly just a quick walk to the Castille. It was still only a little before Midnight, but she was still very wary of being anywhere near the outside when the sun came out.
Hmm.
Was there anything interesting to be found, here?
[ooc: First post for a Very Special Person.]