Bad luck, kitty.

As far as bad luck goes this kid has a story for you. First, he was eating fish, peacefully. Not aware of the twisted ideas of fate for this poor boy. Suddenly getting startled by a loud noice he swallowed a small piece of ridge. Making him grab at the nearest liquid thing he could find. Milk. Expired milk. Noticing the sour taste he spitted it out, but still choking on the ridge he was not paying attention to his actions and slipped. Making his head hit a chair. (But for the bright side, he did spit the ridge out) With an upset stomach and slight concussion he decided to go to the infirmary, just in case. Only, it seemed he had bad karma. Because somebody harsky closed the door ... while his tail hadn't passed yet. With teary eyes, a mjor headache and the fealing he would puke all over the place. Remy blache finely reached the infirmary.

Cari was looking for her friends, since she was bored. She had just passed by a door and seeing how it was opened, she closed it. She hated it when people left doors open...Though she did sometimes. When she closed it though, she hear something akin to a whimper. Deciding it was nothing, she went on her merry way and sung to herself.

"Who was thaaat??" Remy wimpered looking back. Seeing nobody reacted he grabbed his tail. Damn. He could have missed that one, seriously.

Cari stopped. "What was that?? She asked herself and then said louder. "Hello?"