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suzotchka.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2006-07-22 10:19 am
Main campfire, Saturday morning
Rizzo, sitting on top of one of the picnic tables by the unlit fire, leaned back and folded her legs in the tight black dress she had found in her closet this morning. Loose t-shirts and those jeans? So not her style. Why she even had them, she didn't know. She had woken up with the worst craving for a cigarette, a need she was now satisfying with a long drag and relieved exhale. She held the cigarette loosely in one hand, leaning back on the other as she surveyed the goings-on around her with an amused little smile, sunglasses perched on top of her head at the moment.
[[In a startling turn of events, open for interaction! *grin*]]
[[In a startling turn of events, open for interaction! *grin*]]

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Oh, Parker was gonna want cyanide for both of them tomorrow.
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For a long, long time.
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This movement made it hard to smoke, but she tried not to look too awkward as she blew the smoke out the corner of her mouth, French-style.
"Just 'cause I don't flaunt my goods in every greasemonkey's face don't mean I'm a goody-goody," she said, her voice high and offended. "Pink Ladies aren't pink for nothin', hon."