Post by annabelle elyse thorne on Feb 25, 2009 21:08:19 GMT -5
Elle had been sitting around her room doing absolutely nothing for the past hour and it was beginning to rake her nerves. This wasn't acceptable. By now someone should have come through the dorms, knocked on her door, and initiated some form of communication. This wasn't how the average Saturday was supposed to work for Elle. God damnit, she thought as she flitted out of her bed and hit the ground walking, who do I have to execute to get some attention around here? She chuckled evilly and arrived at her door, gracefully pulling it open and ducking her head out at the commotion outside. "What the..." She stopped and hit herself on th forehead, slamming the door and rushing around the room, removing the red mark from her forehead in the process.
This was why no one ever relied on her. How could she manage to survive in the world if she couldn't even keep the days of the week straight? She glanced at her clock and noticed she had fifteen minutes to get to her Friday morning class. Shutting her eyes, she glamoured up, not having time for a relaxing shower, and pulled on the most comfortably fashionable thing she could get her hands on. Grabbing her French V book from her desk, she flew out of the door and through the halls, noticing most people had already left for classes with enough time to converse along the way. What skanks, not even waiting for me...
Elle ran through her days activities, switching her mind from Saturday mode to Friday mode, as she crossed the halls to arrive at her advanced French class, with all of her four classmates. It would be too noticeable to arrive late, so she kicked the speed up a notch and darted around the corner, twirling gracefully to avoid the dispicable beast she almost collided with. Even in human form, werewolves repulsed her completely. She breathed in, arriving at the door to her class and turned the doorknob, fixing her hair. She smiled as she walked through the door to her...empty classroom. "Fuck," was all she could say as she remembered she had Russian III this period. Wrong continent. Turning around, she began walking down the halls, figuring that she didn't need to go to Russian class today anyway.
This was why no one ever relied on her. How could she manage to survive in the world if she couldn't even keep the days of the week straight? She glanced at her clock and noticed she had fifteen minutes to get to her Friday morning class. Shutting her eyes, she glamoured up, not having time for a relaxing shower, and pulled on the most comfortably fashionable thing she could get her hands on. Grabbing her French V book from her desk, she flew out of the door and through the halls, noticing most people had already left for classes with enough time to converse along the way. What skanks, not even waiting for me...
Elle ran through her days activities, switching her mind from Saturday mode to Friday mode, as she crossed the halls to arrive at her advanced French class, with all of her four classmates. It would be too noticeable to arrive late, so she kicked the speed up a notch and darted around the corner, twirling gracefully to avoid the dispicable beast she almost collided with. Even in human form, werewolves repulsed her completely. She breathed in, arriving at the door to her class and turned the doorknob, fixing her hair. She smiled as she walked through the door to her...empty classroom. "Fuck," was all she could say as she remembered she had Russian III this period. Wrong continent. Turning around, she began walking down the halls, figuring that she didn't need to go to Russian class today anyway.