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ozma_the_wise in edge_ofeternity

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Dec 01, 2009 02:21

Characters: Ozma, OPEN
When: Monday Morning, before first bell
Where: Hallway, coming out of girl's restroom, going towards her locker.
Rating: PG
Description: ( Continuation from this scene Yea I hope that's allowed)

( All in all, Ozma was surprised she wasn't late for class. Pleasantly surprised. She'd even managed to salvage her white socks by rolling them down to her ankles. It hid the blood from the knee scraps she'd gotten that morning thanks to her accident on her bicycle. )

au: pleasantville

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no_dryer_box December 1 2009, 15:05:38 UTC

Principal Pike was just turning the corner headed back to his office when he practically bumped into the young girl by her locker. Sixty seconds to homeroom, by his count. If she didn't hurry up she was going to be late.

"Homeroom starts in a minute." He said mostly to try to move her along.

ozma_the_wise December 1 2009, 15:55:13 UTC

The sudden appearance of Principal Pike snapped Ozma out of her reverie. She grabbed the rest of her books as quick as she could manage, and smiled at him. "Yes, sir, I won't be late for it, sir," she reassured him as she closed her locker and twisting the lock.

"Oh, sir, is it true there's going to be a dance on Friday?" she asked. Polly and some other girls had been talking about it a few lockers down, but Ozma hadn't been eavesdropping all that well. And she might as well ask someone who would really know rather than float along on the winds of rumors and whispers.

no_dryer_box December 1 2009, 16:10:58 UTC

Pike nodded slightly, "Yes, there is." He wondered briefly why someone would ask the principal such a thing. Most of the time that was handled between the kids.

ozma_the_wise December 1 2009, 17:39:04 UTC

"Ah," Ozma said, nodding absently. Figures the only people she'd want to go with were now at every other corner of the world besides hers.

She and Dorothy had spent hours in Glinda's living room, dancing to the latest tunes playing on the radio, and to Glinda's impressive vinyl collection. Sometimes when the boys had come over, they'd join in too--Nick danced as if his joints were rusty, Tim hadn't so much danced as flailed about, and Leo couldn't be made to dance for ANYTHING, though he would tap his feet...

"Well, that should be fun. Thank you, sir! Have a good day!" she offered as her farewell.