Envy Adams (
whenshewasnice) wrote2012-03-11 03:25 pm
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Room 223, Sunday, Pretty Much Allll Day

Apart from one very brief trip down the hall the steal more snacks from the common room, Angie hadn't moved much. Sure, she was still vaguely holding out hope that dude from yesterday might come through on the weed, but she wasn't holding her breath, and other than that, this place wasn't really holding her interest. Her friends didn't even seem to be here to drag her out on the town, and her parents weren't here to be annoyed at the same, so. Wasn't much point in moving. She was still in a flimsy nightshirt and shorts, reading a huge book and listening to music on her iPod.
She didn't need much else.
Sam wasn't aware things were weird. He was really gonna have to get better at looking at the world around him but, for right now, he just had Natalie on his mind. He hadn't seen her in a few days which meant he'd grabbed some food from town and was now standing at her door, bag in hand. He was surprised the door wasn't open since she didn't tend to be that much of a shut in even if she liked her space. So, he knocked and listened for noise within. Maybe she was reading or something. "Nat?" he called, knocking again. "It's Sam. I've got food. You home?" |
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Angie just barely heard him, too fixed on the novel of the moment. Still, she did think she'd heard knocking, so she plucked one of the earphones out and called out, "What do you want?" She sounded patently uninterested. |
"Uh, to bring you food?" Sam asked, frowning briefly. "I thought we could have a bite to eat together or something. I wanted to catch you before rehearsal or whatever you might have going on today." | |
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It was enough to pry Angie from the bed. Well done, Sam. Of course, once she came to the door and yanked it open, she barely even looked at him, just held out one hand. "Food. Gimme." Yeah, sure, there was probably some rule about taking food from strangers, but she didn't care about rules at the best of times. And she was stuck in some weird dorms, so clearly these were not the best of times. |
"Uh, what?" Sam asked, holding that food away from her and giving her a look. "Are you sleep walking or something? You could invite me in. It's what you typically do with your boyfriend who so kindly brought you food." | |
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"Boyfriend?" Without lowering her hand (she was still interested in the food, dammit), Angie gave him an appraising look. "It's little soon but yeah I guess that could happen. Even if you do look old." But then she also had an inappropriate amount of cleavage on show for a fourteen-year-old. "Now, food." |
Sam...wasn't giving up that food again. He eyed her and then, seeming to sense something was up, asked, "What's your name?" | |
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Angie immediately bitchfaced at him. "None of your fucking business, creep." Yeah. |
Oh, great. It was one of those weekends. Sam sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, you're not getting any of this food," he decided, shaking his head. "It's not for you. I don't know you. See you in a few days." He was not getting himself in trouble again if he could help it. |
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At that, Angie looked exasperated and annoyed. "What the fuck, dude? You show up with food but now I don't get it because I wouldn't tell you my name? Jesus, what's your damage?" |
"It's not for you, dude," Sam said, shaking his head. "It's for my girlfriend and you are not her. I'm going to wait for her to come back while you sit in this room and cuss. You're the one with the damage, little girl." Don't get into fights with someone wearing your girlfriend's face, Sam. |
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Listen to your narrative, Sam. Angie scoffed at him. "Oh like you didn't want this like two seconds ago." She stuck out her hand again. "Just give me the fucking food, bitch!" Yeah that word just went for everyone now. |
"No!" Wow, he was never gonna get the image of not Natalie cursing out of his head. "It's not for you and especially when you're being so freaking rude. And bitch is not my name. Not gonna get anything when you call me that." | |
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"The. Food." She even snapped her fingers. "What do you care what I call you? Clearly your girlfriend isn't gonna show up. Pretty sure you don't even have one. You're creepy." |
Yeah, that wasn't gonna fly with him. He knew it wasn't her but being called creepy was a slight trigger for him. He twitched and stepped backwards and away from this crazy version of his girlfriend. "You're outta luck," he said, shaking his head. "It's not for you and never will be. Think it's time for me to go. Maybe some other person will come by and you can verbally abuse them or something." |
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Angie snorted, so over him at this point. She didn't care. "Well, fuck you too." She slammed the door in his face. Natalie... Yeah, she was going to really regret that once she came back. |
Well. That had been fun. Sam sighed and shook his head. The food was forgotten even if he was hungry. He was just gonna see about hiding in his room or something for awhile. He took another look at her door before shaking his head and turning to leave. |
Angie flopped back down on the bed and picked up her book again. Yeah, still not too interested in the outside world.
[ooc: Stuff under the cut preplayed with the splendiferous
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