It was Angela's 19th birthday, but she didn't have any plans to celebrate, really. She'd let herself have a caramel latte at work --- ooh, rebellion -- and was now flopped on her bed, trying to do some reading for her women's lit final ( Read more... )

Angela had shipped almost all of her stuff home, but it wasn't time to leave for her flight yet. The last of her luggage was stacked just inside the cabin living room. Outside the cabin, she sat on the ground near the campfire, poking at the ashes with a stick and thinking.

Main thought: Goodbyes sucked. And she had let her friends know she was ( Read more... )

Angela sat in front of the mirror, trying to figure out how to remove the blond extensions from her hair without pulling off her entire scalp.

The Jamies Madroxes were going to die. Though she had to admit, it didn't look too awful, just ... not like her.

It had been a quiet week -- just class, time with Marty and talking to Rory at the ( Read more... )

After dinner in the common room, Angela came back to her room and flopped onto bed. Meeting Luke had been ... kind of odd, especially after her conversation with Rory a few days before. At least Alanna understood how much the whole thing sucked, and no one seemed to hold the whole gremlin thing against her.

She'd met the new librarian, too, who ( Read more... )

So there had been more goodbyes and some post-goodbye recovery, and time to be emo and talk to Marty, Nadia and new boy JD on the roof. Angela was mostly happy to be alone with her thoughts as she laid back on her bed.

Feeling like she should at least do something mildly productive, she opened Marty's borrowed laptop and checked her ( e-mail )

Angela had pushed the beds together and covered them with every pillow or cushion she could get her hands on -- if the third floor common room appears slightly denuded, blame her ( Read more... )

To: rory.gilmore@fandomhigh.net
From: emoredhead@hotmail.com
( Subject: Bonjour, ma amie )

Angela was trying to read, and mostly failing.

What she was actively doing was sighing and thinking and nibbling on a thumbnail and thinking some more. Even two days later, the email from Parker and conversation with Rory occupied her mind. She just hoped she had done the right things.

[OOC: NFB due to location.]

Back from a walk around the still-snowy campus, Angela threw herself onto her bed and turned the music up, LOUD.

The last few days had been kind of rough. On Friday, after she found out Rory was attacked, she talked to Parker about it in the library and begged her way onto the team to go turn the vampires into dust. While that was still vibrating ( Read more... )

Angela's nose is running. Her nose is running, and her head hurts, and she is confused, and she's worried about her finals, and her boyfriend has apparently gone invisible, and all of her friends went to Chicago and didn't bother to tell her ( Read more... )