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towerofanimus2013-02-02 07:28 pm
thenewnancydrew) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-02 07:28 pm
Entry tags:
001 → i won't be idle with despair
Characters: Bella Kirkwood and YOU!
Setting: Room 1-11 (and Dormitory floor 1), Cafeteria, then a video post
Format: Preferably action, but I can match.
Summary: Bella's woken up in yet another new place and is 400% done with everything. So whining, general huffiness, and probably a lot of bratiness.
Warnings: None, besides Bratty Teenage Girl.
Room 1-11 and Dormitory floor 1:
[ Not including any of her hospital visits, this is the second time Bella has awoken in a bed that isn't her's in a state of confusion. There's a distinct lack of yelling from her brothers. At first she thinks it's just too early. But then she realizes the feel of her sheets are off, and she's missing about twenty pillows. Remembering the last time this happened, she's quick to sit up and shove her blankets off of her.
Hope you weren't sleeping, roommates. Because you're in for a rude awakening in the form of Bella letting out a short screech. ]
No! What? No, no, not again. This can't be happening again. Oh my goodness-
[ Once she manages to get a handle on herself, she clambers out of bed, takes stock of herself, then tiptoes cautious into the hallway. ]
Video post:
[ What's the first thing she does when she finds one of those itty bitty alcoves with one of those network machines in it? Tinker with it until it works, of course.
So now you have a teenage girl wearing an expression torn between distraught and annoyed, and she's pulling it off ridiculously well. She tries to sound calm when she speaks, but her voice is a tad bit shaky and high. ]
I don't know what's going on. Is this another one of Mayfield's games? Am I even in Mayfield anymore? Because this is too far, even for a sleazy horror fifties town.
And what are these? [ She slips a finger underneath her collar and tugs slightly. ] They're tacky and clunky, and purple isn't even my color.
Will somebody please just tell me what's going on?
The Cafeteria
God, would you mind doing me a solid and turning this into like, eggs and bacon? Or even a bagel? Because this morning already kind of stinks, and this goopy oatmeal isn't helping.
[ And when her bowl of oatmeal doesn't magically transform into something hot and delicious, she sighs and rests her cheek against the table. ]
At least the food in Mayfield was good.
Setting: Room 1-11 (and Dormitory floor 1), Cafeteria, then a video post
Format: Preferably action, but I can match.
Summary: Bella's woken up in yet another new place and is 400% done with everything. So whining, general huffiness, and probably a lot of bratiness.
Warnings: None, besides Bratty Teenage Girl.
Room 1-11 and Dormitory floor 1:
[ Not including any of her hospital visits, this is the second time Bella has awoken in a bed that isn't her's in a state of confusion. There's a distinct lack of yelling from her brothers. At first she thinks it's just too early. But then she realizes the feel of her sheets are off, and she's missing about twenty pillows. Remembering the last time this happened, she's quick to sit up and shove her blankets off of her.
Hope you weren't sleeping, roommates. Because you're in for a rude awakening in the form of Bella letting out a short screech. ]
No! What? No, no, not again. This can't be happening again. Oh my goodness-
[ Once she manages to get a handle on herself, she clambers out of bed, takes stock of herself, then tiptoes cautious into the hallway. ]
Video post:
[ What's the first thing she does when she finds one of those itty bitty alcoves with one of those network machines in it? Tinker with it until it works, of course.
So now you have a teenage girl wearing an expression torn between distraught and annoyed, and she's pulling it off ridiculously well. She tries to sound calm when she speaks, but her voice is a tad bit shaky and high. ]
I don't know what's going on. Is this another one of Mayfield's games? Am I even in Mayfield anymore? Because this is too far, even for a sleazy horror fifties town.
And what are these? [ She slips a finger underneath her collar and tugs slightly. ] They're tacky and clunky, and purple isn't even my color.
Will somebody please just tell me what's going on?
The Cafeteria
God, would you mind doing me a solid and turning this into like, eggs and bacon? Or even a bagel? Because this morning already kind of stinks, and this goopy oatmeal isn't helping.
[ And when her bowl of oatmeal doesn't magically transform into something hot and delicious, she sighs and rests her cheek against the table. ]
At least the food in Mayfield was good.
no subject
She walked over and put the dish in front of Bella.]
Alright then. Here's something a bit tastier, if you want it.