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fandomhighdorms2007-01-03 06:33 pm
Second Floor Common Room; Early Wednesday Evening.
Turtle felt as though her day had been very successful. She'd scoped out the town, gotten herself a job (starting tomorrow! How exciting!), and had picked up a total of two dollars and seventy two cents in change as she walked around the island. A very good day, indeed, especially since, she could tell from her handwavily grabbed copy of the Wall Street Journal that SEA hadn't continued to drop, and the one she was scoping had raised, but not enough that it wouldn't be enough for her SEA to fail to cover it in a few days. Looking pretty good!
Grabbing a bowl of cereal for her dinner, Turtle plopped out the couch, tucked her Journal beside her, and turned on the television. Now that she didn't have her mother restricting her TV time, she definately wanted to see what kind of channels they got here at the school.
[[ common room. open. duh. =D ]]
Grabbing a bowl of cereal for her dinner, Turtle plopped out the couch, tucked her Journal beside her, and turned on the television. Now that she didn't have her mother restricting her TV time, she definately wanted to see what kind of channels they got here at the school.
[[ common room. open. duh. =D ]]

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That was, of course, sarcasm since Jim tended to feel that he was fairly nice and he would joke about those things in a heartbeat.
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Jim felt his verbal flailing come to a stop.
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Jim wasn't sure where exactly he was going with this
and his mun had to get back to work, so he decided to cut it a little short. "Anyway, I should get back and make sure our room isn't filled with Martians or anything. I'll see you around, okay?"no subject