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nadiathesaint) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2007-03-07 12:54 pm
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The roof, Wednesday, mid-day
Nadia had a fair amount of time between classes on Wednesdays, so she'd headed up to the roof, despite the downpour. Two days until that day, and Nadia knew there were people here who knew, which meant that she was spending her time worrying that they might try to celebrate.
She didn't like celebrating it, since that only served to remind her that she had very little clue at all where she actually came from or when she was born. Of course, worrying about celebrating it lead to her being reminded constantly of those things, so it was something of a moot point, anyway. . . .
She decided that the only thing to do was to go up to the roof in a big plastic poncho and jump around in puddles by Bel's garden.
She was entirely interruptable.
[ooc: and so is the mun, who is booooooooooored. Open for any others who want to play in the rain puddles before it actually turns into a flood]</small
She didn't like celebrating it, since that only served to remind her that she had very little clue at all where she actually came from or when she was born. Of course, worrying about celebrating it lead to her being reminded constantly of those things, so it was something of a moot point, anyway. . . .
She decided that the only thing to do was to go up to the roof in a big plastic poncho and jump around in puddles by Bel's garden.
She was entirely interruptable.
[ooc: and so is the mun, who is booooooooooored. Open for any others who want to play in the rain puddles before it actually turns into a flood]</small

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Yeah, sometimes she's twelve.
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His hair was now soaking wet and he had to slick it back to avoid looking like a sheep dog.
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He did a running jump in the puddle nearest to Nadia.
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What he lacked in big plastic poncho, he made up for in big black umbrella.
"Hey you. So rain is okay even if snow isn't?"
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Although really, his new boss was a talking candelabra... could he throw stones? No, he couldn't - he didn't have hands.
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