Thread: Quinn, Tory & Any! Who: Quinn Crawford, Tory Gnosis, & Open to Anyone Else When: Jan. 16th, 2 PM-ish Where: Outside Zener, the Flagpole What: Quinn got his tongue stuck to the flagpole and is hopefully going to get unstuck!
Quinn's mind often worked a bit like a child. Once he thought about something enough, he decided he wanted to try it. Damn the consequences and all. Only now he was stuck. Very stuck. For over an hour now he'd been staring at the flagpole and tugging slightly with his head back occasionally. It hurt. Being outside in general hurt because it was one of those horribly bitter cold days! No one had seen him because they were all inside where it was warm. But no, not Quinn. He wanted to try seeing if his tongue really stuck to a flagpole, and now that he tried he realized it did.
Arms flailed again. Someone had to at least see him and be curious enough to want to investigate. But really, who'd want to go outside to see what their crazy math teacher was doing? "Thith beelly thuths," hsi mouth attempted a complaint and he closed his eyes. He really realy hoped that they weren't going to saw his tongue off. Whenever they found him. Thrashing his arms a bit more he stopped, his chest beneath his large winter coat heaving, his nose red from where the cold nipped at it and the snow around blinding.
"Hewwo?" he thought he heard the crunching of snow and voices.