[Owen continues working for a few more minutes, glancing up at the teacher very few seconds. Before suddenly shooting up with a shriek of very believable pain. Owen has always been a good actor, but as he holds his hand in front of him the blood streaming down seems pretty realistic.
Well, unless you're used to him tossing around fake blood in drama club. And home. And anywhere he thinks it'll be dramatic. It seems he has rigged it to look like he somehow stabbed himself with a pencil.
The teacher nearly jumps out of his seat, and as he turns to see what the howling is about Own flings his hand about in 'panic', splatting the poor man, and quite a few things around him, with the 'blood'. And said teacher goes dead pale. Someone can't handle blood well, it seems]
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Well, unless you're used to him tossing around fake blood in drama club. And home. And anywhere he thinks it'll be dramatic. It seems he has rigged it to look like he somehow stabbed himself with a pencil.
The teacher nearly jumps out of his seat, and as he turns to see what the howling is about Own flings his hand about in 'panic', splatting the poor man, and quite a few things around him, with the 'blood'. And said teacher goes dead pale. Someone can't handle blood well, it seems]
SHITSHITSHIT!!!