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Room 227, Tuesday Afternoon
May. 28th, 2013 07:00 pmA few days now, and still no word about Sam. About, notfrom. Natalie was not expecting him to call her if –– when he'd turn up again. But his friends would. And they hadn't. And so, Natalie was getting increasingly anxious, as well as annoyed. She had issues with things being beyond her control to begin with, and this was just making it worse.
She'd already spent her morning at the arcade, getting some of her frustration out by playing fighting games, and ridding herself of some excess energy with DDR, soaking up all the flashing lights and beeping sounds that usually made her feel a little more at home. In town, in her skin, whatever.
But she was back already. Her room was cleaner than it had ever been before already, and her closet and dresser had all been sorted out, so... She attacked the furniture. Figuratively. She moved her keyboard to the other side of the room. Then, she pushed apart the two desks that had been forming one unit in the corner for the past year or so. ... And then, having looked at them for a moment, pushed them back together again. Damn Jace and his eye for interior decorating.
Mr. Moxy was finding this very confusing.
[ooc: Open post, half-open door!]
She'd already spent her morning at the arcade, getting some of her frustration out by playing fighting games, and ridding herself of some excess energy with DDR, soaking up all the flashing lights and beeping sounds that usually made her feel a little more at home. In town, in her skin, whatever.
But she was back already. Her room was cleaner than it had ever been before already, and her closet and dresser had all been sorted out, so... She attacked the furniture. Figuratively. She moved her keyboard to the other side of the room. Then, she pushed apart the two desks that had been forming one unit in the corner for the past year or so. ... And then, having looked at them for a moment, pushed them back together again. Damn Jace and his eye for interior decorating.
Mr. Moxy was finding this very confusing.
[ooc: Open post, half-open door!]
