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Let's decorating
Who: All you zombies
What: Decorating the spooky barn
Where: The spooky barn
When: 10/26 through 10/31
Warnings: Hay fever
Flint was among the first to notice the new building on school grounds.His redneck senses were tingling. The barn looked sturdy enough, but it clearly was in need of some touch-ups. Early Sunday morning the air was filled with the sounds of distant hammering and sawing as Flint got to work fixing up the barn. The noise continued throughout the day even as curious onlookers stopped by to investigate.
((This is a catch-all Halloweem decoration log, of course, so go nuts!))
What: Decorating the spooky barn
Where: The spooky barn
When: 10/26 through 10/31
Warnings: Hay fever
Flint was among the first to notice the new building on school grounds.
((This is a catch-all Halloweem decoration log, of course, so go nuts!))
This Old Barn with Flint Vila
hey cowboy
since a new area was unlockeda building came out of nowhere, maybe he should go and see what was up. He didn't really trust it. An island came out of nowhere and that was full of monsters, so who could say that this wasn't equally awful?But there were no monsters here, only cowboys. Ah... The handyman... That explained it.
"Did you just build this entire thing overnight?"
Kiyotaka wasn't once for woodwork but he was pretty sure an entire building took a little more time than that. And if this one didn't, well, maybe the only real danger was the threat of it collapsing.
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But, wait a second. Who just went into a mysteriously appearing building and had their first thought be about renovations? As he carefully held the saw out for Flint, blade laid flat across his hands, he couldn't help but frown in disapproval.
or was his face just stuck like that"Does the campus need a barn? It would be better to just tear it down!"
GALLONS OF BLOOD. MILLIONS ARE DEAD.
"All right! Who wants to help me pour blood all over the floor?"
NO YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.
"...Is that real?"
No. It can't be. But he wishes it was, and should probably keep that to himself.
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"Yeah, I totally killed six people on my way here." She said sarcastically. "...Wait a minute, since when did you talk?"
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"Most people are born into the world able to speak," he replied. "Perhaps I merely never had anything to say. How is it that you were not aware I could? I am the fencing instructor, Miss."
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"UHHHH..." What a great segue. "So hey! Be a pal and hold these while I get the lids open, won't ya?"
She unceremoniously shoved the sack of fake parts into Caim's arms.
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Not that he had the time to contemplate that for long.
Holding the... sack of mostly pitiful looking parts, he eyed her closely. "Not that I am against the concept of innards, but I find myself not impressed with these."
If I had waited to slay the kraken, we could be using that now and it would be more convincing. Or Mac. If he had died.
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She turns and grabs one of the fake arms and holds it up. "Gimme five!"
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Caim's eyebrows shot up with interest and an admitted curiosity. But in the back of his mind, he had to assume that he probably didn't want to know. Showing interest meant possibly getting too involved. It was already too late for that.
When she continued, he stared at her blankly. "...Excuse me?"