by Wildmagic_warrior » Wed Mar 09, 2011 2:36 pm
Milo sat in a chair near the end of Mayia's bed, watching the girl closely. Hunter's words echoed about in his head- If anything starts bleeding... Had he meant Mayia, or, like, the walls? Because if the walls started to bleed, Milo was pretty sure that he would need to escape as soon as possible. Bleeding walls usually mean that one is stuck inside a bad horror film.
Sunspot arched his beck, stretching, then rolled over so Mayia could rub his belly. "She wasn't really experimenting on me," said the ocelot. "It was more like, I killed her little dog, so she was trying to get revenge or something. And I didn't really kill her dog. I just wanted it to stop barking at me. I thought that purple lettuce was the kind that burned through the vocal cords, but actually it was the kind that makes things swell up and die."
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I have a bachelor's degree in Russian Studies. I also love stage management and theater tech! English is my first language, but I also speak Russian and sign ASL.