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First Floor Lobby, Tuesday Afternoon
Tuesday, April 3rd, 2018 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misshapen_sparkOnce Yang had finished her classes for the day -- and done about a billion laps around the island -- she finally showed up to work the table and sell tickets for Prom.
Fresh out of the shower, hair still damp and boots up on the table as she played around on her scroll. Maybe she'd go out dancing later or something to try and burn off more of this restless energy. It had to be better than going for a run again.
UGH. She really just needed to punch something.
But for now, she was there, to fill all your Prom-ticket needs.
Fresh out of the shower, hair still damp and boots up on the table as she played around on her scroll. Maybe she'd go out dancing later or something to try and burn off more of this restless energy. It had to be better than going for a run again.
UGH. She really just needed to punch something.
But for now, she was there, to fill all your Prom-ticket needs.