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I Got IceCream on my Pant
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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 8:16 pm
Lorna's room is fairly small and the walls are painted medium purple, with white trim. The door open up to a hallway-like entry. The wall that juts, has a closet in it, with an open-able bench-thing, for extra storage. out In the corner directly facing the door, she has a king sized bed, with a lavender lace curtain drawn around it, with a track so she can expose her bed...(which never seems to me made) . On that wall, is a large bay window, with a padded seat, that opens up for even more storage. Across from the foot of Lorna's bed, against that wall, is a black lacquer desk, with several drawers. On the desk is her laptop, printer, and ghetto blaster. Next to her laptop, she has a picture of her and Alex with Scott and Jean, at a picnic. Above her desk, she has a tv mounted on the wall.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:57 am
Lorna opened her door and scanned her room. All the mess was exactly where she'd left it- on her bed. She sighed and closed the door behind her, internally debating if she wanted to bother with the effort it would involve to even push everything to the floor.
She walked over to her desk to grab a hair tie- Considering how she had long hair, sleeping with it down was a big no-no. It would get too tangled and messy, and it'd take her far too long to brush it out in the morning, than she cared to think about.
And then she saw it. -The picture of her, Alex, Scott, and Jean. It seemed like a different lifetime, almost. Scott and Alex had barely met, and the two brothers had decided that a double date was the best way to get to know eachother at the time.
A tear ran Lorna's face, as she slammed the picture down. Tomorrow, she's shove it in a desk. In her bay window seat. In the bench in her closet. Somewhere where she wouldn't have to look at it.
She yawned and suddenly remembered how tired she was. She worked her clothes off and began to search the floor for a sports bra. Lorna may have been tired, but her vanity wouldn't stand by and let her sleep without some kind off support.
She found one half buried under a pillow and slipped it on. It seemed oddly cold, but she didn't care. Quickly, and sloppily, she pushed everything on her bed to the foot and crawled in, shutting the lace curtain behind her.
She curled up with a body pillow. -she was used to holding on to someone when she slept- and quickly fell asleep.
((Long post in long))
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I Got IceCream on my Pant
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I Got IceCream on my Pant
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 2:27 pm
Lorna's day started badly. Sure, she'd gone to bed around 9, last night, but she was still exhausted when her phone went off at four in the morning, alerting her that it needed to be charged. She threw her covers off and found it.- 27 new messages. She plugged it in, next to her bed. Three were from Jean, telling her that the redhead had heard she'd come back, and that she was there for her, whenever she needed her. One was from her mother, innocently checking up on her. 11 were from friends back in California asking one question or another. And the other twelve... they were from Alex.
She'd briefly flipped through them. Call me? I'm really worried I'm an a*****e and I deserve to be shot. But please let me know you're okay. I understand that you hate me. I ******** up. But PLEASE let me know you're okay. All of them were along those lines, and Lorna almost wanted to respond.- almost.
She deleted all the texts from Alex, and responded to the rest.- Except Jean. Lorna knew she slept with her phone on, and the last thing she needed was to be woken up.
She tried to go back to sleep, but around 6, she realized that it was no use.
Now at 7 in the morning, she had already showered, done her hair and makeup and gotten dressed in jeans and a simple pale pink button-up shirt. She sat back on her bed, pulling the curtain back, so she had a clear view of her television and turned it on. After twenty minutes or so of channel surfing, she settled on some cartoon about anthropomorphic cats fighting a mummy. In all honesty, she hated cartoons- hated the art, the outlandish concepts, the bad dubbing, but right now it was the only thing on that didn't relate to Mexico at all. or room service girls... or Alex.
She sighed and turned the tv off. She wasn't very good at keeping herself distracted.- not in the slightest. She unplugged her phone from the charger, and checked the time. 7:30. There really wasn't any point in trying to go back to sleep now- even if she tried.
She grabbed her key, from behind her, and left for the kitchen, making sure to lock the door behind her.
(Exit kitchen)
((I'm going with a slightly less paranoid version of Lorna, than she is... sometimes...))
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