ext_153161 (
not-from-mars.livejournal.com) wrote in
paradisalost2008-06-02 11:53 pm
Entry tags:
One Hundred Eleven
[all recorded: someone's left their journal and window open and left the room (somebody must have done with the number of people in this castle), and not far from said window come the following noises:
Wooooooooooosh!
The sound of something long and wooden hitting something smallish and feathery!
Flap, flap, flap!
SQUAWK! Various angry bird noises that have bits of vaguely profane English thrown in!
Flap, flap, flap! ... And it's gone. For now.]
((ooc: I'll get tags in the morning. Heading to bed now. And yes, that was Ron's broom.))
Wooooooooooosh!
The sound of something long and wooden hitting something smallish and feathery!
Flap, flap, flap!
SQUAWK! Various angry bird noises that have bits of vaguely profane English thrown in!
Flap, flap, flap! ... And it's gone. For now.]
((ooc: I'll get tags in the morning. Heading to bed now. And yes, that was Ron's broom.))

no subject
[dictated] No, can't be...
no subject
no subject