Sarah Mayspring (sg_sarah) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-01-17 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2012: january, character: noah puckerman, former character: sarah mayspring, ~complete |
Thread - paranormal investigations of the awkward kind
Who: Sarah & Puck (guest appearance by some ghosts)
When: Jan 17th, mid-afternoon
Where: McKinley High
What: Having successfully completed her mission (B+ on a test), Sarah gets a 'surprise' from a friendly neighbourhood ghost. It's just tragic that these things are never easy to get. Enter Noah Puckerman.
Warning: Blanket language warning for Puck, ghost warning for Sarah.
She had a free period -which was something she wasn't used to, right after lunch. They called it study hall, but Sarah wasn't studying any halls and she didn't want to be an architect so she never really bothered with it. Mr Parker tried to explain that wasn't what it was, but he was just trying to distract her from her prize.
She got her B+ on the pop quiz (there was nothing in that quiz about music at all and she had studied for that) and he owed her a surprise. It just sucked that he led her into the hallway by the chemistry department and informed her that it was right above her. It was like the dead just couldn't do anything the easy way. Between Adam's felony nights out, Clive's bouts of major excitement and Richard's treasure hunts she was beginning to think they were training her for some sort of assault course she didn't know about.
Lately, there are been too many tight spaces to crawl into and through.
The panelling on the ceiling at McKinley was those strange tile things, which made it slightly easier. She could just use the lockers to climb up and push them back to wiggle into the space. Mr Parker just stood below her telling her exactly where this so called prize was.
"Ew, there are so many dead things up here." It was weird that she never saw animal ghosts. Maybe that was a different type of dead-person syndrome or something. "Do animals even have spirits? That'd be cool. I could have pet tigers and stuff." She had to poke a bird to the side, levering herself up slightly more and shimmying her hips to brace her. She was effectively dangling from the ceiling now.
"Okay, is it this little box? This really old, dusty, disgusting box that probably doesn't have really nice jewels in it or a lost edition of on of Shakespeare's plays?"
"That would be a treasure to you would it?" Mr Parker still didn't know her all that well. He'd learn soon enough. "Just bring it down, Sarah. I'll explain soon."
Stretching across the space, she pulled it across to her, coughing through the dust and trying to shimmy back until she realised that her legs weren't actually supported by anything. "Um, Mr Parker," this was going to suck, "I'm stuck." And she couldn't even ask him to get help, or get her something to land on, or to catch her, because he was a ghost. "Oh, fiddlesticks."
This was not good. She was totally getting into trouble. Again.