[Event Post: Cold Little Stray Lamb]

[foreverchilled]

::In the male Obelisk Blue dorms at the end of the third floor's hall, just outside the former room door of a certain pink pervert and mad scientist, is a girl with faint pink hair and dressed in a worn hooded cloak. There's a strange chill at the end of this hall, and those who get close might hear soft muffled sobs. Clutched in one hand is a double-headed flail.::

::Approach at your own risk.::

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[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa brandishes the flail, getting ready to strike, as frost starts to form on the walls and floor. I'd hope that even a jerk like Sanshi knows to get out of a place with as much killing intent as this.::

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*Oh. He knows that things are getting dangerous. He moves out of the way of the door at least, raising his hands. He takes subtle note of the frost.*

Oh, what, I struck a nerve? Guess it goes t' show. Even th' most unexpected are th' sorts t' do somethin' like that...

Even more unexpected though that th' dorm's new air conditioner is a girl.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa swings at Sanshi... though it's obvious that she isn't quite all there, physically, it's likewise obvious that she wants him gone.... and won't stop until she passes out, knocks him unconscious, or he leaves.::

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*Erk. Well that's an unpleasant situation. He moves to avoid being hit. And decides that trying to reason with a would-be murderer-- to him at least, isn't worth the concussion. He starts to back away to leave.*

Fine, fine... Have fun murderin' th' poor sap who comes, lady.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa slumps back against the door, falling to the ground as Sanshi leaves.::

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*... He takes a moment to at least look back, before shaking his head, and going on his way.*

Shouldn't have t' deal with nonsense like this....