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solo_sword) wrote2010-05-14 12:20 pm
solo_sword) wrote2010-05-14 12:20 pm
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Room 313- Friday afternoon
Yep. Still here.
There had been more tries to get out, but Jaina was still stuck in the room. So there'd been attempts at napping. Just to see what it was like. For the record, while she'd developed the pilot's habit of being able to sleep whenever there was a chance, she was a little out of that habit right now. There'd been toenail painting. Yes, she owned actual polish. There'd been more calls and reorganizing of the closet she'd just gutted and there had nearly been tears of frustration.
At the moment, though, there was Jaina laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with the door open and trying to come up with anything she wasn't bored to death of doing. Tired of the silence, she'd also turned on some music. Loudly. Because at least people coming to yell at her about the noise would be something to do. Or, considering the only real music she had was on the iPod John had given her and preloaded with stuff, they might be poking their head in to wonder what the Johnny Cash kick was all about.
[Yep, still open, still SP for work, no, she can't leave yet. She needs to stop being fun for me to torture.]
There had been more tries to get out, but Jaina was still stuck in the room. So there'd been attempts at napping. Just to see what it was like. For the record, while she'd developed the pilot's habit of being able to sleep whenever there was a chance, she was a little out of that habit right now. There'd been toenail painting. Yes, she owned actual polish. There'd been more calls and reorganizing of the closet she'd just gutted and there had nearly been tears of frustration.
At the moment, though, there was Jaina laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with the door open and trying to come up with anything she wasn't bored to death of doing. Tired of the silence, she'd also turned on some music. Loudly. Because at least people coming to yell at her about the noise would be something to do. Or, considering the only real music she had was on the iPod John had given her and preloaded with stuff, they might be poking their head in to wonder what the Johnny Cash kick was all about.
[Yep, still open, still SP for work, no, she can't leave yet. She needs to stop being fun for me to torture.]