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fandomhighdorms2005-09-18 01:35 am
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Inside Room 213... (open thread)
Joan is staring at the ceiling from her perch on the floor, boredom evident on her face. She could be out socializing or whatever her parents wanted her to do when they sent her here, but it looked like if you weren't into drinking or old 70s game shows you were pretty much out of luck tonight. Alanna was gonna show up soon, though, with chocolate and cards.
And after a week living in a town with no grocery store, Joan wanted the chocolate almost as bad as she wanted some sort of amusement that didn't involve alcohol or polyester.
"Come on, Alanna," she muttered to herself quietly. "I'm so bored!"
And after a week living in a town with no grocery store, Joan wanted the chocolate almost as bad as she wanted some sort of amusement that didn't involve alcohol or polyester.
"Come on, Alanna," she muttered to herself quietly. "I'm so bored!"
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Um, well, a spell. Very not pleasant and I wasn't feeling all too good for the first few days. And yes, he was right. Though, you won't catch me admiting this ever again.