[A: Sports! Sports! Sports!] [Transfer student Marinette had the chance to strut her stuff and show the school just the awesome, skilled person she could be. Then, the school festival started, and we're doing this instead.
Watch in awe as the new kid does her damnedest to look like she's any good at sports. She manages pretty well with the track race, right up until her feet catch on each other, and she goes down like a bag of baguettes, possibly taking the running behind her in the process.
So, while the other people in her team are handling the current event, Marinette's sitting off to the side, staying hydrated and tending to a rather purple bruise on her shin.]
Ow! Dangit.
[B: Tonight all the monsters gonna dance] [Marinette's first street party, and she is dressed to impress. Shame the same couldn't be said for her balancing prowess. This witch is anything but catty-- she's hosting a little snack stand set up for the partygoers. Topped with an assortment of creepily-delicious treats straight from her parents bakery. Want a whipped cream ghost cookie? Some spooooky macarons (in vampire and spider varieties)? If you can think it, she's baking it.]
Ehehe-heh-- heekk. Ach!
[That cackle didn't work out. Accidentally inhaled some leftover flower. Give her a second.]
Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Miraculous Ladybug.... 1/2
[Transfer student Marinette had the chance to strut her stuff and show the school just the awesome, skilled person she could be. Then, the school festival started, and we're doing this instead.
Watch in awe as the new kid does her damnedest to look like she's any good at sports. She manages pretty well with the track race, right up until her feet catch on each other, and she goes down like a bag of baguettes, possibly taking the running behind her in the process.
So, while the other people in her team are handling the current event, Marinette's sitting off to the side, staying hydrated and tending to a rather purple bruise on her shin.]
Ow! Dangit.
[B: Tonight all the monsters gonna dance]
[Marinette's first street party, and she is dressed to impress. Shame the same couldn't be said for her balancing prowess. This witch is anything but catty-- she's hosting a little snack stand set up for the partygoers. Topped with an assortment of creepily-delicious treats straight from her parents bakery. Want a whipped cream ghost cookie? Some spooooky macarons (in vampire and spider varieties)? If you can think it, she's baking it.]
Ehehe-heh-- heekk. Ach!
[That cackle didn't work out. Accidentally inhaled some leftover flower. Give her a second.]
Uh...! Hi. W-what can I get you?