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fandomhighdorms2005-12-01 12:27 pm
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Room 231, Thursday
After Shop Class, Sam returned to her room to find that her rolls of whiteboard film had been delivered. Too excited to bother with lunch, she covered the walls. Once that was done, she pulled some dry erase markers and her equation notebook out of her messenger bag and began transferring them carefully to the walls.
"I need more colors, darn it." She frowned. "No, that's not right..." She erased one of the variables with the side of her hand, then kept writing, double-checking her notebook every so often. Once they were done, she threw the notebook in the direction of the desk, unconcerned with where it landed.
She stepped back, marker in her mouth, and tilted her head to the side. Struck by inspiration, she pulled the marker out and made new notations.
[ooc: Door is open.]
"I need more colors, darn it." She frowned. "No, that's not right..." She erased one of the variables with the side of her hand, then kept writing, double-checking her notebook every so often. Once they were done, she threw the notebook in the direction of the desk, unconcerned with where it landed.
She stepped back, marker in her mouth, and tilted her head to the side. Struck by inspiration, she pulled the marker out and made new notations.
[ooc: Door is open.]