| littlewren ( @ 2009-01-17 12:56:00 |
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Where: Wolves front room
Why: Wren's feeling daring and decides it's time for Windchaser to meet English.
Who: Wren, Windchaser and English
Rating: PG-13
Wren glanced over at the clock on the wall that had only just recently been fixed, it seemed funny sometimes that in a world where nothing that really relied on time should even exist anymore that they still felt the need to be guided by it. It ticked quietly showing her the new time of eleven and with a grin Wren finished off her beer, making a mental note to replenish seeing as she was running dangerously low, and crossed towards her friends room. Wren bounced on her toes a little getting herself ready for a quick cover and duck, and reminding herself that she could get potentially stabbed for what she was about to do but just glancing back at the coffee table that held hair dye, makeup and yet more beer, was enough to get her through the door.
She could hear Windchaser behind her, possibly completely unaware of what was about to go down and she signalled for her to stay put for the mean time. With a few careful steps, avoiding the creaking floorboards, Wren slowly placed her hand on the bedroom handle and twisted as slowly as she could make herself. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her mouth tugged into such a grin that she felt like she was about to burst into hysterics at any moment, she was so scared and excited that her hand was shaking. This was going to be amazing.
She could see a foot sticking out from under the covers, still, signalling the person was fast asleep. It was a shame the girl wasn't one for snoring because Wren was so close to laughing she had to stop breathing just to make it towards the bed. Luckily a hate of decorating had included this girls bedroom so there was nothing to trip over or disturb, nothing to destroy her ninja moment. When she reached the bed she saw the mop a top of brown hair and exhaled slowly, then ever so slowly she leant over and circled the girls ankle with a cold thin hand. With one final deep breath Wren put all her strength into her right hand and yanked as hard as she could...