Post by Uriel on Apr 7, 2010 0:29:41 GMT -5
Art wasn't exactly the forte of a Prince, in fact any extension of manual labor was beyond him it seemed petty and pathetic and drove Uriel to no end. Simply put he was throwing a tizzy over the fact that he had to make an artistic poster for his class presentation. Sitting back and staring the poster down he looked a bit childish. Black slacks and a reflective black button up that shimmered in the daylight. To an extent it showed off his better features, though most evidently not when he was in a mopey mood. Knees curled up into his chest and and arms pulled in close to his chest he tried making the help do it but they were useless when it came to creativity. All mindless zombies.
Who's fault was that...?
Obviously not his >_>
"Okay, I'm going to do this.... not just for the A but for the sake of conquering this place."
Raising a hand above his head magnificently Uriel prepared his first attack. With a Stapler in his hand he thrust the object down into the board.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And yea.... now his thumb was part of the board, his blood part of the art. Talk about commitment.
Who's fault was that...?
Obviously not his >_>
"Okay, I'm going to do this.... not just for the A but for the sake of conquering this place."
Raising a hand above his head magnificently Uriel prepared his first attack. With a Stapler in his hand he thrust the object down into the board.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And yea.... now his thumb was part of the board, his blood part of the art. Talk about commitment.
