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Adventures with Chickens
Apr. 7th, 2012 04:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
protectrice[Who's slipped away from her caretaker again? Oh, Sophie has! Barely a few days into arriving at London and she's already mastered that art, far too curious about the city to just wait for Richard every day. Sure, she misses Asbel and Pascal and everyone else, but he did say they were on a holiday now! She just knows she has to have fun in this place so she can tell her other friends all about it when she sees them again.
Besides, filling the place she's living in with duct tape is only entertaining so many times.
Which is how she once again ends up wandering the city, roll of duct tape still held tightly in her hands. One turn here, another turn there and she's in an area she doesn't recognize, a very... distinct sound reaching her ears.
Birds. Lots of birds. And birds she knows she's seen somewhere before, around Windor maybe? And what had Asbel said they were called... Chickens? ...Yes, that sounds about right.
Sophie studies them in silence for several moments before carefully approaching, reaching out to touch the nearest one... which promptly moves right away from her.]
No... Come here... [She frowns, continuing to walk after that particular chicken. Why won't it stay still?
And that's when it hits her, as she remembers the roll of duct tape she still holds. Erika did say it was strong, right?
In only moments, she's tearing off a strip, a determined gleam in her eye.]
Besides, filling the place she's living in with duct tape is only entertaining so many times.
Which is how she once again ends up wandering the city, roll of duct tape still held tightly in her hands. One turn here, another turn there and she's in an area she doesn't recognize, a very... distinct sound reaching her ears.
Birds. Lots of birds. And birds she knows she's seen somewhere before, around Windor maybe? And what had Asbel said they were called... Chickens? ...Yes, that sounds about right.
Sophie studies them in silence for several moments before carefully approaching, reaching out to touch the nearest one... which promptly moves right away from her.]
No... Come here... [She frowns, continuing to walk after that particular chicken. Why won't it stay still?
And that's when it hits her, as she remembers the roll of duct tape she still holds. Erika did say it was strong, right?
In only moments, she's tearing off a strip, a determined gleam in her eye.]
