Room 417, Tuesday night
Jan. 17th, 2006 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fates_jayeJaye's working on her metaphor for Criminal Justice class. Diligently, one might add. it would have been done right away, except the plaque bit was used by someone else and now Jaye needs to be creative. That kind of thing is happening a lot to her lately.
She's got a notebook and pen in hand, and is watching disc 2 of Vanessa Saturn for snarky inspiration.
She's got a notebook and pen in hand, and is watching disc 2 of Vanessa Saturn for snarky inspiration.
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Date: 2006-01-18 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-18 02:31 am (UTC)"YOU'RE WORKING FOR HIM, AREN'T YOU!" she calls through the door.
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Date: 2006-01-18 02:32 am (UTC)"For your husband? Um, no. Though wouldn't it be cute if he like, hired me to bring you flowers or something?"
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Date: 2006-01-18 02:34 am (UTC)Jaye totally crawls under her bed to hide. Look, her brain just got broke. What do you want from her?
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Date: 2006-01-18 02:35 am (UTC)She paused.
"Do you have him in there already? Is this your way of telling me to go away because it's couple time?"
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Date: 2006-01-18 02:36 am (UTC)A second later, the brass monkey hits the closed door.
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Date: 2006-01-18 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-18 02:46 am (UTC)So she grabbed a piece of paper and pen from her bag, and scrawled a quick note, which she stuck to the door.
Then she bounced down the hall, content.