fandomhighdorms | Entries tagged with sokka

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

Just like yesterday, Dr. Alex Karev was back in the clinic, tending to the sick, the comatose, the pregnant, and the people that just needed a place to conveniently socialize. The exam rooms were still curtained off and no named nurses were going back and forth, checking on those that had been admitted. The waiting room was blessedly empty and Alex was kicked back behind the desk, writing on a clipboard and looking very busy as one usually is in a hospital.

His pager was blissfully quiet and Alex was grateful for the momentary downtime. Being a doctor was a tough job.

[second verse, same as the first. bring me your tired, your hungry, your comatose, your whatever! alex has a bad bedside manner (unless you're a girl or griff, apparently) so feel free to play off that. ocd is up! come in!]

Current Mood: relaxed

blondecanary.livejournal.com

Dinah was checking the barrier, checking the perimeter, and nervously eyeing the Preserve.

[ooc: totally open for fighters or zombies of the PC or NPC stripe. Chatroom : nobrainz4u !]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Okay, so there had been zombies Monday night. That had kind of sucked. But they all got away okay, and now Sokka had zombies on the brain. Which is why he and Momo Jr. and a thick snuggly blanket and a bucket of popcorn and a bottle of Mountain Dew all sat down together for a zombie movie marathon. Really, what else could you do?

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

Triela had done an inventory the night before so today it had been a simple matter to grab her gear and head up to the roof.

She spread her gear out and looked over it again. Rappelling harnesses, carabiners, a few hundred-foot lengths of rope... She had everything she needed. She began looking around the roof looking for decent places to secure the ropes while she waited for her partner in crime to show up.

[It's an open, if non-emo-y roof, so anyone's welcome to drop by. Or see dangling people (so not dirty!). OCD ~~on the way~~ now complete.]

time-flyer-5.livejournal.com

It had taken Jen a really, really, really long time to haul her wagonload of pizzas back to the dorms, and then there was the problem of carrying the pizzas up the stairs 'cause the wagon wouldn't go up the stairs. Well, it would but then the pizzas would fall!

But there was a safety clause in her plans for the day that amounted to "I'm small and I have short arms and it takes me a while to do things," so by the time Jen and a half dozen or so assorted, if not really all that hot any more, pizzas were comfortably settled in the fifth floor common room there was still an hour to spare before Racerranger started, yay!

Jen immediately set out all the pizzas in a neat line on the floor, then pulled all the cushions off the sofa and built herself a little fort. She was not losing the remote control for the TV to anyone, not today! She'd been waiting forever for Racerranger to start, and it had been a WHOLE WEEK since the first episode ran and she WANTED TO KNOW what was going to happen next.

So there was pizza, and Jen in a cushion-fort with the remote control, camped out in front of the TV. (A safe distance back, of course. But just exactly the minimum safe distance.)

[OOC: Might be slow while I get breakfast, but open! . . . I won't actually get to watch RPM until later due to errands.]

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

At 2 am exactly, a loud buzzing sound rang through the dorms. An not just any buzzing. A loud, obnoxious "BZZZT!" followed by a two-second pause, followed by another "BZZZT!", followed by another two-second pause, followed by a... You get the idea. And the really bad part was the way it tended to feel like it was inside your head when it "BZZZT"ed as you were passing by in the halls.

So due to the "BZZZT"ing and fire safety regulations, the students had to drag their tired, cranky selves out of bed (or whatever), make their way down the halls and stairwells, and file out onto the dorm lawn in the chilly, damp weather, and did we mention it was 2 am?

The Fandom fire department was on hand, but they'd probably make everyone wait for a while just because they were cranky, too.

[And here is your fire drill post! See here for details.

How did it take us three years to do this, game? How?]

Current Mood: cranky

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

On his way back to the Super Bowl party from the girlkissy party, Sokka swung by the computer lab. A few minutes with a movie-editing program, and voila! Email.

To: Reno
From: The Man <sokka@fandomhigh.edu>
Subject: NYAH NYAH

Hey, stud, guess what YOU missed? If you're good, you can have the whole thing when you get home.

[Attachment: An mpg consisting of three seconds each of Rikku kissing several different girls, all spliced together.]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke had had the TV on while she was setting up in the common room above the Super Bowl party. Not that there was a lot of setting up to do. She figured they had that covered downstairs, so she put out extra snacks, drinks in those red solo cups (what was in them, she wasn't telling, because that would get her in trouble), and Altoids. Lots and lots of Altoids. ...And maybe a camera, just in case anything good happened.

And once they went to commercial after the first half, Brooke just had to sit back and wait for people to show up.

[Light OCD ~~coming!~~ is up! Get your kissy on!]

Current Mood: bouncy

withoutverona

Thanks to KKG and a little ingenuity, the first floor rec room was arranged for a Super Bowl Party. Black, yellow, red and white crepe paper hung from the walls, a good chunk of the seating in the dorms had been dragged into the room for the crowd, and a table was full of assorted snacks guaranteed to destroy arteries and waistlines alike.

Even if you just wanted to see the commercials, it would probably be a fun time.

[OOC: I have NO time to make this creative, sorry. Up early for SP and timezones, ~~please wait for~~ OCD is done.]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke was out early today, having worked on party-planning enough to feel good about putting up the posters. Which was what she was doing now, making sure every hallway had at least one, or two, or sixteen of its very own. Had to make sure the word got out, right?

( cut for image! )

[Open if you want to catch her in the halls.

TEXT: Halftime Shows are boring
Come to this one instead!
GIRLKISSY PARTY!
Come educate our less fortunate students by macking on another girl!
SUNDAY in the CR during the Super Bowl halftime
Yes, boys, you can totally watch.
(This has been a Brooke Davis production, in honor of that porn guy)]

Current Mood: satisfied

bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com

It had taken a few moments to figure out the DVD player, but Merlin did as he was told and just pushed buttons until it worked. It was a surprisingly good method.

He sat back, ready to watch this porno thing that Emmett had said would be interesting.

And in the first five minutes, he couldn't quite understand the draw of this sort of entertainment. It was only like Morgana and Gwen in the fact that they looked vaguely similar. The way they talked and the room they were in certainly didn't look like any castle he'd ever seen. And, really, those dresses were just terribly impractical for a lady or a servant. They must be terribly cold--

Merlin's eyes went very big as the dress issue was solved and they ladies started kissing. The only sound he made was the verbal equivalent of a keysmash.

[[Open like a common room where a wizard is being scarred for life is!]]

saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up some hamburgers. He was making more than even he could eat because he knew how food around here seemed to conjure up people to eat it.

He'd brought his ghetto blaster out too and was singing along to Metallica as he cooked.

[ooc: open as common rooms are]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Well... It had SEEMED like a good idea. Here Sokka was, taking care of two animals not his own, and he had been starting to worry that they were lonely.

So, now he was in the common room, with big pieces of cardboard across the doorways making it LESS likely that the pets would run away. There was a not-very-bright ferret bouncing around excitedly and honking at things, and a less-bright cat alternating between chasing the ferret and randomly running into furniture.

He ALSO had a terrified chinchilla clinging to the top of his head and quivering with fear. Clinging to the top of his head with tiny, SHARP claws.

A thin trickle of blood ran down his temple.

"Okay, EVERYBODY STOP!!!"

[Open for everyone, especially the cat and the ferret.]

the_merriest

Rubii Saikikku Princess Spiral had brought the Lightbringer-Giver along with her on her Journey, to assist in her battle against Evil.

Or, really, Rikku -- dressed up in a bizarre schoolgirl outfit and with upside-down sunglasses on her head -- had dragged along a reluctant Petey -- now wearing a cape and a pipe-cleaner tiara -- into the third floor common room, where she was performing dangerous attack moves against the ... random ... snowmen. While singing the chirpy tune from her theme song.

Petey mrowled and tried to eat the tiara again. He might have been dumb, but even he knew Mommy wasn't right in the head.

(SO OPEN.)

Current Mood: crazy

death-of-hope.livejournal.com

It was an hour when most sane residents of Fandom were asleep. Even the insane ones were probably sleepily tucked away somewhere.

Two of its inhabitants, however, were sneaking into the bathrooms and filling the shower-heads with glitterized tinsel. No shower went untouched, and they'd be back periodically throughout the day to add more glitter to the pipes.

It was spreading the holiday cheer. Really. Fandom-style.

[OOC: Co-conspirator modded with permissions. Establishy, but feel free to post your reactions here! If you do not wish to have a sparkly day, feel free to mod that they didn't put the shower-head back on right or something like that.

Identity of pranksters is NFB atm, but smart people can probably figure it out from last night's radio. :)]

Current Mood: mischievous

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had pushed all the furniture in the room aside, and now there was a very large wading pool covering most of the floor. But it wasn't filled with water, oh no. It was filled with POPCORN.

A very contented-looking, very large man was doing the backstroke in the popcorn and chittering happily to himself, while Sokka looked on with a combination of horror and amusement.

[Open like a common room, for all your swimming-in-snacks needs!]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir had had some laundry to do, which had gotten done earlier today, and now was getting to some baking.

The first tray, the madeleines, were already done and had been separated; most on a platter for anyone who would come by and the rest in small bags for him to keep in his bag.

The second tray, which had just come out required coating in the chocolate sauce that was carefully simmering on the stove. Watching both the tray and the pan, Liir had to admit from the lovely chocolate mint smell that the new recipe was one he would have to use again.

Though he had to wonder why it was called a 'thin mint' with all that butter in it...

[open as common rooms are, with thin mint approximations!]

scary-jeff.livejournal.com

It had been entirely too long since Jeff last took a moment (or five, or maybe a day) to watch some of his absolute favorite movies. Old favorites such as The Globule were on the menu, of course, but he was also hoping to catch sight of some of those new vampire movies he'd heard about.

So he had his feet propped up on the table, a bowl of popcorn in his hands, and people screaming liberally on the television. Life was good.

[ open like an open common room! ]

thatsamilkshake

Francine had been afraid she wouldn't pull off looking surprised when she stood on the sidewalk outside the dorms and beheld the ( blue chalk river ) filled with fish of varying sizes, shapes, and meltiness, but when she stepped over the large, realistic-looking bass and it started belting out "Don't Worry, Be Happy!" at her, it really didn't take much acting chops to do a convincing EEK!

[OOC: Open to all! With or without Francine, if you'd care to use it purely for gawking purposes.]

Current Mood: surprised

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

In the deepening dark, a shadow moved. As it emerged into the pool of light underneath an overhead lamp, it resolved into a masked and cloaked figure carrying a very large, heavy bag.

The figure pulled from the bag a large variety of plastic and rubber fish, some realistic-looking and some brightly colored, and a bunch of cans of blue spraypaint. Quietly, it began painting the sidewalk.

And, of course, munching on a package of Swedish Fish.

[[NFB, and for those who know who they are.]]

dojima-hime.livejournal.com

The fifth-floor common room had been transformed into a riot of color and sound by the two intrepid decorators. When you had Rikku and Dōjima doing the artistic design, and they were basing it off of Romeo's collection of loud shirts, it was bound to be, ah, creative.

There were balloons and streamers everywhere, and the party even had some piñatas full of candy for people to swing at. Simply because everyone (Rikku) liked candy, and Dōjima was a fan of party games that made other people look like idiots.

[OOC: Up way-early for SP/timezone goodness, and open to all!]

[ETA: For those of us who have cranky browsers... Arrive & Mingle | Talk to Romeo | Snacks & Drinks (Pre-Spiking) | Snacks & Drinks (Post-Spiking) | Party Games | Dancing | Gifts | OOC!]

Current Mood: creative

wannabehunter

Jo wasn't in the common room, out was just outside the common room, looking in and eyeing all the furniture which last night had been on the floor and was now mysteriously on the ceiling. Totally of its own accord.

Which was the only reason Jo was standing outside, gawking. Really.

[Open! Come see the completely the fault of Fandom weirdness upside-down common room!]

Current Mood: surprised, rly

elephantgadget.livejournal.com

Helen was bored. Again. This whole 'relaxing' thing apparently was far harder than certain people made it sound. So she'd decided to amuse herself by cooking dinner and being a bit overenthusiastic about having something to do had probably made enough lasagna to feed half the school.

The smell of the garlic bread was making it hard to wait for the lasagna to finish baking, so she was contemplating the merits of making some sort of dessert to go with it.

The TV was on in the background, but she wasn't paying much attention to it.

[Open as common rooms are. Food's fair game for anyone!]

kestrelswolf.livejournal.com

Technically speaking, Firekeeper knew how to cook. Of course, her idea of 'cooking' involved grilling meat over a fire for as little time as possible, something that wasn't exactly possible indoors.

She'd seen others get food from the cupboards in the small kitchen area in the common room before, though. The only problem was that almost none of it was any sort of food she was familiar with. Well, there had been the fermented-grains drink she'd used to try and entice the skunk away from Jan, but she wasn't touching that.

She was investigating just about everything else, though, which is why there was a table in the common room spread with an array of snack foods, and a very curious wolf-girl thoughtfully nibbling away.

Blind Seer wasn't so much interested in the food as he was Firekeeper's various reactions to it, and was sprawled on a couch where he could watch.

[ooc: open like a room that is common!]

Current Mood: hungry

raspberryturk

Sometimes, being a TA rocked.

Other times, Reno ended up standing at a campfire in a black tutu, cute ribbons, and mime make-up, absolutely certain that he hadn't had nearly enough alcohol to be able to do this without crawling under something to die, afterward.

Perhaps surprisingly, getting the tutu had been the easy part. Being a Turk meant that he had connections... well. Everywhere. Ones that tended not to ask questions.

Look! He was in a box! An invisible box! And he could not get out! And he hated you all!

The timer on his phone went off, and he broke into a loud, rousing chorus of I'm a Little Teapot, complete with hand-actions, before he went back into shock-silent mime mode again. Still in that box. Still hating you all.

Marcel Marceau would be rolling over in his grave, right about then.

[So, so open.]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka was at the pool. For any squirrels that might be watching him, he muttered something about absolutely NOT being there to practice holding his breath under water, because he'd get detention in Underwater Basket Weaving class if he were doing that alone. So, absolutely not doing that.

He didn't actually get in the water, though, because it was all choked with weeds. No, wait... NOT weeds -- they were alive! They were all swimming around!

Sokka just stood there on the pool edge in his spiffy blue bathing suit and stared.

[Open, so long as you don't mind SP. This post was brought to you by today's most excellent trip to the Pittsburgh Zoo and PPG Aquarium.]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

It was a nice hot summer day and Jamie was happily on the roof looking down over the school grounds.

Of course the reason he might be happy is that he had a large supply of water ballons sitting next to him and he was looking for a target.

Time to get wet!

[For anyone who wants to toss water balloons or for anyone who wants to get splatted from above.]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

That sound coming from the bathroom? Would be snoring. And a shower on full blast. But the snoring was louder.

Sokka was in there, somewhere amidst the clouds of rum-steam, passed out naked on the floor. He had been in a puddle of his own vomit, but the hot rum spraying out full-blast had washed it away.

[So very open!]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka sat down and surveyed the setup he had go'n on.

Huge bowl of popcorn? (Complete w/ Momo Jr. backstroke'n away?) Check.

HUGE glass of soda? Check.

Remote control? Check.

Wormhole: Xtreme marathon? Check.

So why'd he feel as though someth'n were very, very, VERY wrong here?

[So very open. This post (except for this note here) is COMPLETELY DEVOID OF THE LETTER 'I'. Enjoy!]

cheminthehead.livejournal.com

Gladys was making sandwiches. She'd read somewhere that food was a good way to welcome new people. The island had new people, and so they should be welcomed.

Golem logic. Golem sandwiches, on the other hand...

She had two loaves of bread and a ham, which she assembled -- bread, ham, bread. Then with one huge and heavy shovel-like hand, she pressed down, flattening it. Her sandwich was several feet square, and about an inch thick, and she began slicing it into squares.

Perhaps it might not be quite as welcoming as she intended.

[ooc: And the sandwiches are actually canon]

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

Cal had never seen anything like this sky before in his life; he'd be damned if he didn't appreciate it. From the height of the dormitory's rooftop, the view was even better, and it also added a bit of consolation in the theory that, perhaps, if anything did erupt, he was at a bit of a high ground, even if he was pretty sure lava could manage to do quite a bit of damage to the base of a building. Maybe they were far away enough that it wouldn't matter, anyway.

But, God, it was gorgeous. It certainly did wonders to pull Cal out of the reverie that had been holding him back all day about his father. About how the last time he'd seen Milton was when they broke the news about Cal's...condition, how he'd never said a word to him after that, because he'd run away and, by the time he got back, his father had died. He'd called Tessie, but the ensuing conversation was short, awkward, and left him overly thoughtful. Sitting on the roof now with a cigarette between his lips as he took in the electricity in the air, though, he started to feel a little better.

[[ it's a roof; of course it's open =D ]]

futureclone

Now that they were in the dorms, Some Random Campfire was no longer a reliable source of sustenance, and this time period was woefully lacking in synthetron technology. So Alex had wandered around his floor until he came to the common room, with its kitchen, where he'd poked through the cabinets until he found something that would require no actual skill on his part to allow it to be consumed, and that did not contain chocolate. He didn't particularly care for chocolate, he'd found.

One bite of the Cheetos and he was hooked. Anyone entering the room would find Alex on the couch, guarding the Cheeto bag jealously, his fingers liberally covered with the Cheetos' pernicious orange coating.

Just no one tell him chocolate chip cookies probably have better nutritional value. He might cry.

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had collected all of the underwear that was left lying around when he got back from work, and taped it all to the wall.

He taped signs all around the dorm reading

CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR: $1 each
5th floor common room

and was sitting on the couch, watching TV, holding a cash box, next to a larger CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR sign, eating popcorn.

Yes, he'd washed his hands first before making the popcorn.

[Open like an open thing!]

ella-obeys.livejournal.com

The rain was threatening, again, and the day was cool enough that Ella was wearing a cloak over her blouse and skirt. But she'd spent too much time reading in her alcove lately, and wanted to spend more time outdoors before they left the cabins entirely. She neatly built a small campfire, half-wishing she'd bought some marshmallows to roast over it. But that was a small matter.

She settled on a log by the fire, propped her chin on one hand, and let her mind wander as she watched the flames dance.

[OOC: Open.]

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

He lay in the grass, mostly because he could. It was a little damp since the day seemed to flutter between beautiful and damp, but he didn't much mind. He didn't catch colds too easily (perhaps the one dip in the well had been enough) and water didn't have any kind of adverse effect on him...

And it was nice out. Soothing. Almost as much as the church, it would let him think.

[open!][flying portion NFB for distance from the ground]

Current Music: The Scarlet Pimpernel - Storybook

sonofmogh.livejournal.com

The day had started early for Worf. While he'd never admit how special the day was to himself, he planned to at least celebrate in his own way. Despite the rain there had been a successful hunting trip through the preserve. Worf had to skip the part of roasting it over an open fire but using a modified phaser setting was able to cook it without too much of a problem.

And now anyone near the Little Dipper cabin would probably notice the smell of the phaser roasted venison that Worf had cooked over the firepit. In addition there is other food available both modified Klingon and normal human food including variety of pies (cherry, apple and rokeg blood).

Considering it came from Worf... it was almost festive.

[Open for the Dippers or anyone passing by...]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had never heard of "jazz hands". That didn't stop the three beret-wearing hamsters from trying to teach Momo Jr. how to do it. Sokka wasn't really sure how to handle his pet's newfound love of expression through dance, so he just sat and stared blankly at the little show.

Eventually, the quartet of rodents took a break from dancing to do the backstroke in the ashes of the campfire (which, thankfully, wasn't lit).

[Open!]

raspberryturk

The afternoon had seemed as good a time as any for Reno to wander out to the campfire after making sure all his crap was still in place in his alcove. Paranoia meant that he was going to be taking extra measures this summer to make certain that his things didn't walk off on him. Not that there was anyone in particular who he had his eye on, really, but when you grow up in a 'take what you can get' atmosphere, sometimes it's tough to get your head around it. He missed having a single room with a lock on the door already.

Which was why, when he finally wandered out of his alcove and to the campfire, it was with an armload of bottles. Tequila, scotch, rum, and Everclear. The important things in life. The stuff he'd be choked over if anyone happened to snatch them. Sharing, he was good by. Sure, he'd share. Light up a fire and hoard his booze, but share, sure.

Ah, first day of classes, a campfire lit, a stash of booze by his side, and not a class for Reno to worry about.

He could live with that.

[Open for all you afternoon drinkers. Or whoever. <3]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka had no idea what any of the cabin names meant, so he'd (handwavily) done some reasearch. And was left wondering why everyone else got cabins named after constellations, and he was stuck in the cabin named after a degenerative disease. So he'd done some MORE research and discovered he was in the BEST CABIN EVAR.

Which is why he had "Hungry Like the Wolf" looping in the background while he got the fire going.

[Open like an open thing!]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie was sitting on the couch writing out a list of names of people he knew that might be able to help him on his little personal mission. There was also coffee from the Perk and multiple pastries from JGOB available for anyone who might be interested.

[open]

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

There had been an awful lot of Fandomonian craziness this weekend. And graduation was in a few days, and that probably meant loads MORE craziness. So, for tonight, people probably needed a break.

So Sokka had gotten pie. Lots of pie. And beverages of various descriptions.

PIE PARTY!!!

[~~Wait for OCD~~ Have some pie!]

goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com

Meg was in the lobby all day behind a table with a sign that said Get Your Prom Tickets Here! There was a box full of pastries Meg thought looked good at J, GOB. And next to the pastries was a ballot box for prom court. She was pretty damn cheerful and she didn't even need a drop of caffeine to make that happen. Sickening, wasn't it?

[~~You will wait for~~ OCD ~~or I will smack you~~ is up!]

Current Mood: cheerful

cantjossme.livejournal.com

Mel sat on the edge of the roof, her legs hanging over the ledge as she watched the sun rise over Fandom.

It's not a sight Mel typically seeks out as she's usually up late into the evening wandering through a graveyard or the preserves but nevertheless there she is watching the sun come up with a contemplative look on her face.

[open]

Current Mood: contemplative

sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com

The rules got their usual check, it wouldn't do to have them missing if a newbie showed up, after all, and then Triela sat down to clean her guns and hum happily to herself.

The paint ball game had been pretty successful. She hadn't had a chance to talk to all of the participants, which was a shame, but she hoped to remedy that today. Maybe they could do it again sometime. She'd like that.

missed-the-gate.livejournal.com

It was a nice day and there were finals looming. Naturally this meant John was attempting to nap in the sunshine, his French phrase book laying open on his chest.

Effective studying strategy? Probably not. But at least he was trying.

[it's the lawn!]

Current Mood: lazy

withoutverona

Blissfully unaware there was anything at all odd about today, Romeo padded into the common room and found some cold cereal to eat while he watched a morning talk show.

They were making over erotic dancers, and Romeo decided the "on stage" looks were much better than the "daytime" looks. It was purely an aesthetic decision, of course -- at least the on stage looks didn't involve floral cardigans.

[Open like a common room.]

l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com

Today's toys were the foam padded staffs from last time, but also, nerf swords. "Okay so this is almost stealing the fencing club's shtick, but swords do figure into martial arts. If Peter objects he can come find me and I'll apologize."

sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com

Sokka woke up very slowly, and groggily. And painfully. Apparently some madman had drugged him and glued his head to the desk.

"YAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" He screamed and pulled as hard as he could, and thankfully most of the ripping that came next happened to the construction paper and glue -- and the finish of the desktop -- instead of to his skin and hair. MOST of it.

He used construction paper to mop up the blood from the bits of his cheek that were missing some skin, and grumbled to himself. Today was NOT a good day.

And he hadn't even realized yet that there was glitter glued into his hair.

[Open like a common room.]

dark_slippy_thing

Today was a very important sort of day.

Today, Valentine had been hit by inspiration! Great inspiration! So many children! So much potential!

Today was the sort of day that Valentine required a non-whip, low-fat soy latté to get through...

Because Star Director Ricardo Valenteen had delusions of Fandom Chickie grandeur.

[OCD is up. Come be a movie star!]

ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com

Adah stood with her hand curled tightly against a side of the wall, at the very top of the stairs leading up to the second floor landing. She'd been standing there, actually, for quite some time; her hand was clenched so much that her knuckles were white. She'd just been standing there, staring slightly down at the stairs. Staring, unmoving, indecisive. The only signs of life, actually, that the stock still girl with the crooked posture and the unblinking stare seemed to show was her steady breathing and the occasion shifting of her fingers, as if trying to resituate them into a tighter ball. There were a lot of stairs. She kind of wanted to go play at the clinic like she knew she should, but all those stairs.

Finally, she took a deep breath. For the first time in at least a half hour, she took a very careful, tentative step...

...As soon as her toes touched the next step, she jerked it back.

Okay. Not so ready as she thought. Adah swallowed hard, picturing nothing more than her little crooked body failing to keep footing, falling down, crumbling down each step, and winding up a great big tangle of useless limbs at the bottom. It was definitely more than just her knuckles that were white now; the girl was as pale as a ghost.

And not moving again for at least a little bit longer. Maybe she should just go back to her room. She didn't know.

So she was just going to stand there some more. Staring. Deciding.

[[ open, clearly, as, hello, stairs, though I might be wont to disappearing in a bit ]]

Current Mood: intimidated

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---       OOC-but-IC Fun

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