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highjinx · 05-05-2011, 10:25 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Anna Banana

"Ugh!" Sierra exclaimed, turning back to Lola the Annoying in pure disgust. "What is wrong with you!?" She stood from her seat, bound and determined to find somewhere to go where there was no one who would bother her. Was there such a place?! Anywhere away from Lola was perfect, though. "Okay, let's just get a few things straight, Mungo. One, you're annoying. Two, you and I--we're not best friends. We're not even friends. Three, you're not a queen, and if you want that glass, then walk your little annoying self over there and PICK. IT. UP.," she said, pointing her finger in the direction of the cup.

"...and finally, leave me alone," she firmly stated. Her eyes narrowed into the most intense of glares as she heard the comment the girl dared to make about her needing to lose weight. She knew it wasn't true, but she was honestly at her wit's end with this girl. She turned around to walk off, but just as she did, the bracelet on her arm suddenly got tied up in a lock of the girl's wig--possibly a result of the fact Sierra had thrown up her hands in complete frustration. As she took another step further, she felt a slight tug on her arm.

Scoff.

Sierra was one of those RUDE, OBNOXIOUS girls that were just simply, stubborn and wild.

But Lola gasped when the girl claimed she was annoying.

She gasped when she stated that they were not friends (Velma didn't care for that one, but Lola was dying inside).

AND SHE GASPED WHEN SHE TOLD HER SHE WASN'T A QUEEN. REALLY?!

This girl was so rude and so mean and she would NOT accept any of this at all. Why would she? Velma was very independent, very strong, fierce, and she honestly did feel like chucking up that--no no, she stopped herself from getting out her wand and hexing this girl for not following her simple and easy orders and calmed herself down, and decided to give this girl a death glare. "FINE!" she shouted, "You're obviously not worthy! AND don't you DARE talk to me like that, EVER again, girly!" ~~She did love all this drama on the first day though.~~ "Now LEAVE!" she commanded.

See, if Sierra left, maybe she would have followed one of her orders! HMPH.

The fourth year girl suddenly felt something, something against her head. WHAT WAS SHE--NO. NOOOOOOO. Her wig. WHAT HAPPENED TO HER WIG?! The green wig; the most valuable asset; the item that symbolized and claimed her as an actress, it was falling off, tugging away from her scalp. "STOPPITDON'TYOUDARE," she shrieked, her hands suddenly fully outstretched and she went to make an effort to keep the wig on, but NO--it kept going farther and farther away, as the green wig was finally snatched by that disgusting creature.

There was no wig anymore. Her black, curly hair was unveiled and it fell to the sides. The green wig. Her life was over. Lola dramatized everything, as if she'd lost that long-lost sister she never had, as if a part of her poor, innocent soul just burnt in the inside, as if HALF OF HER CRUMBLED OUT OF EXISTANCE. She only stared into the distance. This WAS IT. THIS WAS A TRAGEDY. This was the end of her scene, and the start of a new one. Velma was snatched away by a thing. Snatched away! From her! "Velma!?! ANSWER MEEEEEEEE, VELMAAAA!" she called out passionately, feeling no hope whatsoever!

No answer.

Lola could have foooooamed out of her mouth if she could.

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Originally Posted by Ama

When Green started squealing about her loss of appetite Lulu Patterson couldn't help but sneer. "Too bad! So sad!" responded the brunette with zero sympathy. "If it bothers you so much you can sit over there," suggested Lu pointing at a rather empty space with some lonely looking Slytherins who kept looking left and right as if hoping someone would hear their mental cries of sorrow. "Sir Robin isn't going anywhere unless he spots a brand new sparkly bracelet."

Green's obnoxiousness knew no bounds as she invited a Puffer to sit at their table. Lulu picked up a fork and pointed it in their direction. "Puffer, if yer have a brain, you'll just be going away from this girl. Her brain isn't human."

Lulu watched Greingoth's explosion quietly. She was honestly surprise by the girl's outburst. She was generally congenial although picky about who she associated with but Patterson never pegged her as volatile. The third year was about to butt in, partially because she was bored and partially because she really didn't like Green's attitude but Sierra was making a quick exit. In her efforts to leave as soon as possible, there had been an altercation of sorts. A flash of something blinded Lulu for a moment and next thing she knew Sir Robin was leaping off from Minnie's shoulders and onto the green hair tangled in Sierra's bracelet.

Sir Robin attached himself by teeth and claws to the bracelet and wig, unwilling to let go.

"WORR!" exclaimed Lulu standing up and slamming her hands on the table loudly as consequence. "SIR ROBIN, THIS IS NOT HOW YER DO THINGS. DISCREET. BE DISCREET." Bloody ferret couldn't get anything right! Lulu reached over in an effort to rip her pet away from the bracelet and mess of green hair when Lulu noticed something suspicious. The hair, which was supposed to be attached to Green's skull, seemed to be shifting oddly. Hair didn't move that way. "Oh..."

Lulu reached over and snatched the wig off the girl, Sir Robin attached to it. "Look, Greingoth!" exclaimed Patterson proudly, holding up the wig. Sir Robin chattered in annoyance as he was tangled amongst the colored synthetic strands of hair. "I think this is my first scalping. I should get a sparkly sticker at least."

Lulu disentangled Robin from the wig. The ferret squirmed away from its owner as soon as it could and returned to Greingoth, holding on to her wrist and looking up at her with beady eyes in a futile effort to cutely beg for a sparkly item.

"Here," said Lulu tossing the wig at the Puffer. "Congratulations. Yer a Puffer. Yer table is that-a-way," finished Patterson, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. "You can frame that," continued the brunette flicking an index finger at the green wig. "No need to thank me, though. Just take her with you," finished the girl with a nod at the de-wigged Slytherin. "Free of charge."

HER WIG! Her fair, green wig.

Stolen by that devil of a ferret.

Lola just stared at this girl so innocently, as if her heart was brooooken! But she glanced at her head. HER HEAD WAS NAKED. IT WAS ALL NAKED. She panicked. It was all too much! TOO MUCH, I TELL YOU. Her mental capacity was officially broken and and and she glanced at everything, as if having a mental breaaaaaakdooooown. "Wig? Velma!!?!?!?" and she squabbled on and on, muttering the most random words--this was not planned--this was not scripted!!!

AND SHE EYED THAT PLATE OF MASHED POTATOOOOOEESSSSS.

And there she went, her face PLUMMETING down into the plate of mashed potatoes, and then she was just filled with with... euphoooooooooooria, weeping her way to paradise.

She just faceplanted into these hot, steaming mashed potatoes... and it felt goooooooood.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Wenzlebug

Jilly was looking around, staring at the Slytherins' wonderful faces when this girl, who seemed very remotely kind, rolled her eyes at her and turned her back on her. Jilly couldn't be more mad. She was seething. She did the adult thing; she stuck out her tongue. That was for rolling your eyes on Miss Jillian.

Jilly was beginning from where she was seating since there weren't any meanies around except for the girl who rolled her eyes at her, and they were actually not noticing that she just got sorted to Hufflepuff but headed straight to their table.

And then she recognized someone, and that someone just called her over. HMM. She eyed Lola Jones, assessing if Lola Jones was of the loser sort of student. She wasn't, or so it seemed. With a broad ostentatious smile plastered upon her face, Jilly stood up and slithered her way to Lola. "HIIIII." And she plopped down on a seat.

She'd overheard that last girl framing her wig! Her special wig! NO! "DMBNNTMMM MUHH HEHHHH!" she screamed from her plate of HEAVENLY mashed potatoes. "MMMMBBBBHHERRRRRRR BRMBUHHEHHHH!!!!" But she showed her emotions through her hands, frantically waving them at the girl as if to say "SAVE MY WIGGGG, LITTLE GIRLLL!" She did get the message, right?

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highjinx Formerly: dingDong Mooncalf Join Date: Dec 2008 Posts: 7,801 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lola Jones Sixth Year	1/2 of the Poo Brigade MAN!BUGG<33 Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana "Ugh!" Sierra exclaimed, turning back to Lola the Annoying in pure disgust. *"What is wrong* with you!?"** She stood from her seat, bound and determined to find somewhere to go where there was no one who would bother her. Was there such a place?! Anywhere away from Lola was perfect, though. "Okay, let's just get a few things straight, Mungo. One, you're annoying. Two, you and I--we're not best friends. We're not even friends. Three, you're not a queen, and if you want that glass, then walk your little annoying self over there and PICK. IT. UP.," she said, pointing her finger in the direction of the cup. *"...and finally, leave me alone,"* she firmly stated. Her eyes narrowed into the most intense of glares as she heard the comment the girl dared to make about her needing to lose weight. She knew it wasn't true, but she was honestly at her wit's end with this girl. She turned around to walk off, but just as she did, the bracelet on her arm suddenly got tied up in a lock of the girl's wig--possibly a result of the fact Sierra had thrown up her hands in complete frustration. As she took another step further, she felt a slight tug on her arm. Scoff. Sierra was one of those RUDE, OBNOXIOUS girls that were just simply, stubborn and wild. But Lola gasped when the girl claimed she was annoying. She gasped when she stated that they were not friends (Velma didn't care for that one, but Lola was dying inside). AND SHE GASPED WHEN SHE TOLD HER SHE WASN'T A QUEEN. REALLY?! This girl was so rude and so mean and she would NOT accept any of this at all. Why would she? Velma was very independent, very strong, fierce, and she honestly did feel like chucking up that--no no, she stopped herself from getting out her wand and hexing this girl for not following her simple and easy orders and calmed herself down, and decided to give this girl a death glare. "FINE!" she shouted, "You're obviously not worthy! AND don't you DARE talk to me like that, EVER again, girly!" ~~She did love all this drama on the first day though.~~ "Now LEAVE!" she commanded. See, if Sierra left, maybe she would have followed one of her orders! HMPH. The fourth year girl suddenly felt something, something against her head. WHAT WAS SHE--NO. NOOOOOOO. Her wig. WHAT HAPPENED TO HER WIG?! The green wig; the most valuable asset; the item that symbolized and claimed her as an actress, it was falling off, tugging away from her scalp. "STOPPITDON'TYOUDARE," she shrieked, her hands suddenly fully outstretched and she went to make an effort to keep the wig on, but NO--it kept going farther and farther away, as the green wig was finally snatched by that disgusting creature. There was no wig anymore. Her black, curly hair was unveiled and it fell to the sides. The green wig. Her life was over. Lola dramatized everything, as if she'd lost that long-lost sister she never had, as if a part of her poor, innocent soul just burnt in the inside, as if HALF OF HER CRUMBLED OUT OF EXISTANCE. She only stared into the distance. This WAS IT. THIS WAS A TRAGEDY. This was the end of her scene, and the start of a new one. Velma was snatched away by a thing. Snatched away! From her! *"Velma!?! ANSWER MEEEEEEEE, VELMAAAA!"* she called out passionately, feeling no hope whatsoever! No answer. Lola could have foooooamed out of her mouth if she could. Quote: Originally Posted by Ama When Green started squealing about her loss of appetite Lulu Patterson couldn't help but sneer. "Too bad! So sad!" responded the brunette with zero sympathy. "If it bothers you so much you can sit over there," suggested Lu pointing at a rather empty space with some lonely looking Slytherins who kept looking left and right as if hoping someone would hear their mental cries of sorrow. "Sir Robin isn't going anywhere unless he spots a brand new sparkly bracelet." Green's obnoxiousness knew no bounds as she invited a Puffer to sit at their table. Lulu picked up a fork and pointed it in their direction. "Puffer, if yer have a brain, you'll just be going away from this girl. Her brain isn't human." Lulu watched Greingoth's explosion quietly. She was honestly surprise by the girl's outburst. She was generally congenial although picky about who she associated with but Patterson never pegged her as volatile. The third year was about to butt in, partially because she was bored and partially because she really didn't like Green's attitude but Sierra was making a quick exit. In her efforts to leave as soon as possible, there had been an altercation of sorts. A flash of something blinded Lulu for a moment and next thing she knew Sir Robin was leaping off from Minnie's shoulders and onto the green hair tangled in Sierra's bracelet. Sir Robin attached himself by teeth and claws to the bracelet and wig, unwilling to let go. "WORR!" exclaimed Lulu standing up and slamming her hands on the table loudly as consequence. "SIR ROBIN, THIS IS NOT HOW YER DO THINGS. DISCREET. BE DISCREET." Bloody ferret couldn't get anything right! Lulu reached over in an effort to rip her pet away from the bracelet and mess of green hair when Lulu noticed something suspicious. The hair, which was supposed to be attached to Green's skull, seemed to be shifting oddly. Hair didn't move that way. "Oh..." Lulu reached over and snatched the wig off the girl, Sir Robin attached to it. "Look, Greingoth!" exclaimed Patterson proudly, holding up the wig. Sir Robin chattered in annoyance as he was tangled amongst the colored synthetic strands of hair. "I think this is my first scalping. I should get a sparkly sticker at least." Lulu disentangled Robin from the wig. The ferret squirmed away from its owner as soon as it could and returned to Greingoth, holding on to her wrist and looking up at her with beady eyes in a futile effort to cutely beg for a sparkly item. "Here," said Lulu tossing the wig at the Puffer. "Congratulations. Yer a Puffer. Yer table is that-a-way," finished Patterson, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. "You can frame that," continued the brunette flicking an index finger at the green wig. *"No need to thank me, though. Just take her* with you," finished the girl with a nod at the de-wigged Slytherin. "Free of charge." HER WIG! Her fair, green wig. Stolen by that devil of a ferret. Lola just stared at this girl so innocently, as if her heart was brooooken! But she glanced at her head. HER HEAD WAS NAKED. IT WAS ALL NAKED. She panicked. It was all too much! TOO MUCH, I TELL YOU. Her mental capacity was officially broken and and and she glanced at everything, as if having a mental breaaaaaakdooooown. "Wig? Velma!!?!?!?"** and she squabbled on and on, muttering the most random words--this was not planned--this was not scripted!!! AND SHE EYED THAT PLATE OF MASHED POTATOOOOOEESSSSS. And there she went, her face PLUMMETING down into the plate of mashed potatoes, and then she was just filled with with... euphoooooooooooria, weeping her way to paradise. She just faceplanted into these hot, steaming mashed potatoes... and it felt goooooooood. Quote: Originally Posted by Wenzlebug Jilly was looking around, staring at the Slytherins' wonderful faces when this girl, who seemed very remotely kind, rolled her eyes at her and turned her back on her. Jilly couldn't be more mad. She was seething. She did the adult thing; she stuck out her tongue. That was for rolling your eyes on Miss Jillian. Jilly was beginning from where she was seating since there weren't any meanies around except for the girl who rolled her eyes at her, and they were actually not noticing that she just got sorted to Hufflepuff but headed straight to their table. And then she recognized someone, and that someone just called her over. HMM. She eyed Lola Jones, assessing if Lola Jones was of the loser sort of student. She wasn't, or so it seemed. With a broad ostentatious smile plastered upon her face, Jilly stood up and slithered her way to Lola. "HIIIII." And she plopped down on a seat. She'd overheard that last girl framing her wig! Her special wig! NO! "DMBNNTMMM MUHH HEHHHH!" she screamed from her plate of HEAVENLY mashed potatoes. "MMMMBBBBHHERRRRRRR BRMBUHHEHHHH!!!!" But she showed her emotions through her hands, frantically waving them at the girl as if to say "SAVE MY WIGGGG, LITTLE GIRLLL!" She did get the message, right? __________________ ______________________________________________lola jones currently in america