Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2010-09-27 01:50 pm
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Room 324, Monday Afternoon
After the arrest and everything, yesterday had continued to be just as moodswingy a day as many of the others before it. On one hand, her video had gained more than 250,000 hits in a single day, and Lynda had invited her to the Crossroads art shindig this Friday. On the other, she and her brother had had to listen to their parents fighting for like two hours in the evening. That always made her feel like an orphan. It sucked.
As did having to leave Marshall alone with the mess she could escape, especially when it was going to be his sixteenth birthday tomorrow. But Kate was still insanely glad when she finally managed to convince her parents to unground her so she could come back to Fandom.
She flew back, her parents paid for the tickets. She was too late for her classes, and probably would've skipped them anyway, so once she made it into her room, she just dropped her bags on the floor and fell over onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.
Home sweet home, or something.
[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, girl is... a lot of things.]
As did having to leave Marshall alone with the mess she could escape, especially when it was going to be his sixteenth birthday tomorrow. But Kate was still insanely glad when she finally managed to convince her parents to unground her so she could come back to Fandom.
She flew back, her parents paid for the tickets. She was too late for her classes, and probably would've skipped them anyway, so once she made it into her room, she just dropped her bags on the floor and fell over onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows.
Home sweet home, or something.
[ooc: Door is cracked, post is open, girl is... a lot of things.]
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"And nothing that this many people have seen, anyway."
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She pressed play on the video
which someone was never getting tired of linking to, and was just instantly mesmerized. Again.She was never going to tired of seeing this. Ever.
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"Well." Bod blinked, still unsure of what he'd just seen. He was so not the proper boyfriend for things like that. He was mostly just confused.
[ALSO FFFF EARWORM]
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"So, wasn't it just the most glorious thing ever?" she asked excitedly, turning towards him.
And then she actually took a look at the expression on his face, and tilted her head to the side, a little quizzical. "Or did it just all go straight over your little graveyard boy head?"
[Pfft, it's been in my head SINCE YESTERDAY.]
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He was trying to figure out how walking in those boots was possible.
"It was...nice."
Maybe it had gone over his head.
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"Wasn't it?" she beamed. "I totally brought the costume back with me, by the way."
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She didn't think she really needed a reason.
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"Yeah, well, technically I guess it's not," she pointed out, shrugging again. "It's Princess Valhalla Hawkwind."
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A character he didn't really understand just from that music video but that was typical for him.
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Priorities.
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That may not have been entirely true.
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Confusing.
"...talented."
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The talent of magnificent cleavage was as good as any, really.
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