Eli Bucklin (disassembler) wrote in darkmark_rising, @ 2009-12-09 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | eli bucklin, mopsa mullet |
Who: Eli Bucklin and Mop Mullet
When: Sunday, December 5. Midday.
Where: Entrance Hall
Rating: Low
Eli hadn't been himself since he got back to the castle. No one had really pushed the issue of him being gone four solid days, but there had been some idle questions he'd managed to deflect. He didn't want to tell anyone about just how sick his mum was, about the situation he was facing about possibly not coming back to school. For one, he didn't want everyone looking at him all sorry and sad, and he definitely didn't want to talk about it unless he had to. But another thing was that it seemed almost silly to worry about that kind of thing when there was battle boiling under everyone's noses, and so few people knew.
Decorating for Christmas was supposed to get his mind off of it, but in reality it just gave him more time to think. At the moment, he was covered in little golden bells that hung off of him by a misplaced sticky charm. The bells were supposed to adorn the suits of armor in the entrance hall, but the more Eli tried to transfer them, the more they stuck like fly paper.
"Damn ya!" He shouted in a fluster as one of the jangly little metal pieces caught on his nose and stuck there stubbornly.