glenda chittocks is NOT the good witch (chittocks) wrote in darkmarkrising, @ 2010-09-08 17:27:00 |
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The quill fell from her fingers and without a second thought, Glenda flew from her chair to stare angrily at the sock monster. While its unblinking button eyes stared back, it still munched happily away on the end of her black and white striped sock. It was her favorite pair, too. But in Glenda's mind, there was no time for hesitation. Her sock was in danger, but it was still salvageable from what she could see of it. So there really was no time to waste at all. She had read several journal entries about the thing exploding, and she idly thought about being cautious. But then she knew she didn't care enough to be cautious and so she swiftly stepped towards it. The munching stopped only as the little beast watched her. Rather than reach for it directly, her hand found its way to the other end of the sock. "Gooood little beastie," she cooed as her grasp tightened. "Don't go blowin' yourself up. Doesn't do anyone any good." Of course, it would figure that the stupid thing would be stuck in her room with her clothes right after she had been bragging about how it had avoided her. Annoyance would take hold of her after she dealt with this crisis. She quietly pulled at the sock, the slack disappearing as she drew it closer to herself. Surely his grip on it wasn't that strong. She was wrong. He held onto the sock with a vice like grip, and if he could emote, she was sure he would have giggled devilishly as the sock slipped a bit in her hand. But Glenda Chittock was not giving up. Not over this sock. Her grasp tightened even harder, and she found a foothold on her trunk and bedpost. With a mighty heave, Glenda pulled fiercely on her end of the sock, but so did the monster. Threads were popping in the middle of the stocking, but neither opponent gave in. Finally, Glenda used all of her strength to pull. The sock monster had no chance against her unbridled rage, and thanks to the momentum of the snap of the sock, was sent soaring directly toward her face. A dull thunk and loud pop later, and Glenda was lying on her back, sock in one hand, sock monster remnants scattered about her, and a very sore nose. Feeling slightly victorious, Glenda held up her sock for a close inspection, only to find that the monster had gobbled up at least half of it before disappearing. There was really only one person she could think of that would meddle like this. And he had already been addressed in her journal. Fuming, Glenda angrily threw the sock into her trunk and began to rifle through her things to find her mirror. When she did, her anger doubled, for her stinging nose was a hideously bright red. Now she had reason enough to kill him. |