Jaina Solo Fel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
solo_sword) wrote2012-01-15 11:58 am
solo_sword) wrote2012-01-15 11:58 am
The former abandoned warehouse that is totes the Real World house- Sunday morning
With an oh-so-convenient angle of "almost directly above the phone," the camera settled on Jaina as she sat in the phone room on a bean bag chair, looking as distressed as the top of one's head could look as the screen read "JAINA'S MOM" with a helpful arrow pointing to the phone.
In Comic Sans.
"It's me," Jaina said tearfully.
In a fuzzy recording over a phone tap, another voice said, "Jaina, honey, what's wrong?"
"It's just... I don't think I can do this anymore," Jaina said, totally crying now. "I miss home. I'm so far away and I don't know anyone here and everyone's so different."
Long pause. "...It's another one of those weekends, isn't it?"
"I'm not going to just get over it, Mom!"
"At least you're not a kitten. Maybe you should think about about going back to that town less, sweetheart."
"I just want to come home!"
[Establishy, cuz someone had to do it. Poor Leia.]
In Comic Sans.
"It's me," Jaina said tearfully.
In a fuzzy recording over a phone tap, another voice said, "Jaina, honey, what's wrong?"
"It's just... I don't think I can do this anymore," Jaina said, totally crying now. "I miss home. I'm so far away and I don't know anyone here and everyone's so different."
Long pause. "...It's another one of those weekends, isn't it?"
"I'm not going to just get over it, Mom!"
"At least you're not a kitten. Maybe you should think about about going back to that town less, sweetheart."
"I just want to come home!"
[Establishy, cuz someone had to do it. Poor Leia.]