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Room 505, Friday Evening
Apr. 24th, 2009 05:04 pmKatchoo tended to gravitate places other than her room when she wanted to brood, but she'd had a hell of a time avoiding chatty people the past couple of days, and after the conversation with Merlin on the roof a few nights ago she didn't feel like being up there.
So in her room she was, perched atop her dresser by the open window and flicking cigarette ash over the sill while Clocky beeped disapprovingly, an untouched bottle of Jack Daniels beside her. Her sketchbook lay open on the bed and the drawing she'd been working on yesterday, now finished, was clearly visible: anyone who knew her, and looked closely enough, might recognize the dark-haired female figure who stood in front of the giant clock face, holding the hands back.
The door was cracked slightly to get a crossbreeze going, and Griffin Silver's greatest hits were playing on the stereo on repeat.
[OOC: Expecting one, but post definitely open for visitors who'd chronologically come before that and complain about the smoke or whatever!]
So in her room she was, perched atop her dresser by the open window and flicking cigarette ash over the sill while Clocky beeped disapprovingly, an untouched bottle of Jack Daniels beside her. Her sketchbook lay open on the bed and the drawing she'd been working on yesterday, now finished, was clearly visible: anyone who knew her, and looked closely enough, might recognize the dark-haired female figure who stood in front of the giant clock face, holding the hands back.
The door was cracked slightly to get a crossbreeze going, and Griffin Silver's greatest hits were playing on the stereo on repeat.
[OOC: Expecting one, but post definitely open for visitors who'd chronologically come before that and complain about the smoke or whatever!]
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