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Room 223, Wednesday Morning
Sep. 23rd, 2009 08:10 amTara was trying not to freak out about waking up a boy.
This was why she was staring in the mirror, Ramones shirt jerked over her head, visibly but silently wibbling. She suspected that if she moved or said anything, she'd go into full panic attack mode and that would be Bad. (Dimly, she knew the same thing had happened to the boys not so long ago, but that was ... you know. Them.)
She hadn't been messing with her spell books the night before, so at least she could be fairly certain she hadn't done this to herself. In a second, she might be okay enough to move.
[OOC: For the roomie. Also, normally I wouldn't use the same PB as somebody else, but Elijah HAS THE SAME SHIRT AS AMBER. How could I not go with that?]
This was why she was staring in the mirror, Ramones shirt jerked over her head, visibly but silently wibbling. She suspected that if she moved or said anything, she'd go into full panic attack mode and that would be Bad. (Dimly, she knew the same thing had happened to the boys not so long ago, but that was ... you know. Them.)
She hadn't been messing with her spell books the night before, so at least she could be fairly certain she hadn't done this to herself. In a second, she might be okay enough to move.
[OOC: For the roomie. Also, normally I wouldn't use the same PB as somebody else, but Elijah HAS THE SAME SHIRT AS AMBER. How could I not go with that?]
