Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2011-01-08 09:23 pm
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Room 324, Saturday Afternoon
Originally, Kate had been pretty thrilled to find herself alone in 324 for the weekend. She liked having a roommate, but she loved having the space to herself, with the freedom to hang out in as little clothes as she wanted to. What was there to not love about that?
And that was how it had worked for most of the evening. But then late night, after going to bed, she'd just become super aware of being alone in the room. Alone in the dark. She'd told herself it was just stupid and ridiculous and sad to be scared but the feeling didn't leave her alone. It was the first night she'd slept all alone (or at least without a territorial, protective vampire in the same house) since... all that traumatizing, life-threatening crap. She knew she'd get used to it with time, but knowing that didn't help with the fear at hand.
She'd done most of her sleeping in the morning, sleeping way in, and was now seriously considering luring someone into spending this next night with her. Right now, that mostly consisted of having her door open with music drifting out into the hallway. She wasn't feeling like going out to find people, though she did at times wander over to stand in the doorway, just... watching. It was that kind of a day.
Occasionally, she fiddled with her phone and wondered whether she should just call someone over, but she wasn't sure that the phonelines weren't still messed up, and anyway, how desperate would that have looked?
[ooc: Door and post are open, people who come by may or may not be subtly roped into having a sleepover.]
And that was how it had worked for most of the evening. But then late night, after going to bed, she'd just become super aware of being alone in the room. Alone in the dark. She'd told herself it was just stupid and ridiculous and sad to be scared but the feeling didn't leave her alone. It was the first night she'd slept all alone (or at least without a territorial, protective vampire in the same house) since... all that traumatizing, life-threatening crap. She knew she'd get used to it with time, but knowing that didn't help with the fear at hand.
She'd done most of her sleeping in the morning, sleeping way in, and was now seriously considering luring someone into spending this next night with her. Right now, that mostly consisted of having her door open with music drifting out into the hallway. She wasn't feeling like going out to find people, though she did at times wander over to stand in the doorway, just... watching. It was that kind of a day.
Occasionally, she fiddled with her phone and wondered whether she should just call someone over, but she wasn't sure that the phonelines weren't still messed up, and anyway, how desperate would that have looked?
[ooc: Door and post are open, people who come by may or may not be subtly roped into having a sleepover.]
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"I thought you'd gotten dumped," he finally said, glancing over at her before his eyes were drawn back to the video. "Did you honestly get dumped over something as silly as this? What a wanker."
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"I don't think he ever, like, got this," she shrugged, eyes on the screen. "But he definitely didn't get the webcam thing."
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That was honestly just Nathan being a dick more than anything. It was hard to understand some dude getting all upset about this but he was a special person.
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"Something to that effect," she muttered, half aloud. She nodded at the screen. "At least I look hot in the costume."
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[Good niiight at an almost sensible hour! Ugh back to school.]
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[GOOD NIGHT!]
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"Where did you get that amamzing piece of wisdom?" she wondered, getting up again.
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"That wasn't meant sincerely, but I'm sure it doesn't matter much to you."
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He shrugged and crossed his legs at the ankle, getting his lanky frame comfortable.
"And you might not have meant it sincerely outwardly but I'm sure inside, you're totally grateful to me."
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