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fandomhighdorms2010-06-18 12:22 pm
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Main campfire [lunchtime]
Rilla wasn't much for sunlight or nature or any of that crap, but sitting by the firepit at lunch was a good way to get a look at the cute boys that wandered through camp.
The dress she was wearing wasn't exactly cut out for lounging on logs, for God's sake, so she took a drag on her cigarette and hoped that someone would come along to make this whole exercise worth it.
[OOC: she haaaaates me.]
The dress she was wearing wasn't exactly cut out for lounging on logs, for God's sake, so she took a drag on her cigarette and hoped that someone would come along to make this whole exercise worth it.
[OOC: she haaaaates me.]

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Since she wasn't, her choice of response was a muffled meep of distress, while she prayed frantically for the earth to open up and swallow her.
Not dirty, of course.
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Because obviously the most appropriate reaction here is to apologize to Alex.
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Not that she was surprised it wasn't good enough, mind. It wasn't like she was special or anything.
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And it wasn't like she was going to be able to get married and have a husband support her. She'd have to be noticed by males first.
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"S-sorry," she said again, contrite.
[Totes fine by me if Alex wants to make good on his dirt-throwing threat. Though he'll get a really bitchy voicemail when she's back to herself.]
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"Stop apologizing," he said wearily. "You sound like a broken record and it's giving me a headache."
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She'd volunteer to make him better with Craft, but she wasn't really any good at it, sadly.