timed to the evening of Mardi gras
Feb. 27th, 2009 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lt_bladeWhile Sonya couldn't quit stomach all the free food at the party, she could think of someone that wouldn't have a problem scarfing it down.
Somehow, she'd found some paper bags near one of the plates, possibly for people wanting a 'private' celebration, but it was just fine for what she was doing. Filling a bag with fries, two cheese burgers, a couple of milky ways, and two cans of coca cola, she took off for Peter's house, thankful for the torches along the path. She still wore the dress and mask from the party, but she loosened her hair into a pony tale and her mask was resting on her forehead, walking was easy since she'd gone to the party where white keds instead of dress shoes.
She made it over to the tree house, knocking on the door frame. "Peter..it's Sonya. I have food from the party." If any real mother knew what she had they would've thrown a shit fit, but Sonya figured it was just one night so any complainers could go screw themselves.
Somehow, she'd found some paper bags near one of the plates, possibly for people wanting a 'private' celebration, but it was just fine for what she was doing. Filling a bag with fries, two cheese burgers, a couple of milky ways, and two cans of coca cola, she took off for Peter's house, thankful for the torches along the path. She still wore the dress and mask from the party, but she loosened her hair into a pony tale and her mask was resting on her forehead, walking was easy since she'd gone to the party where white keds instead of dress shoes.
She made it over to the tree house, knocking on the door frame. "Peter..it's Sonya. I have food from the party." If any real mother knew what she had they would've thrown a shit fit, but Sonya figured it was just one night so any complainers could go screw themselves.
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on 2009-03-27 11:47 pm (UTC)"The girl or the rabbit? I'd be more interested in meeting the human Wednesday." Sonya was interested in seeing just what this girl was like, if the decor of her home meant anything.
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on 2009-03-27 11:59 pm (UTC)For a few moments, he was gone, darting into the back bedrooms before coming out with a tiny, fluffy, grumpy bunny cupped in his hands. "Wednesday, this is Sonya Blade."