Self Distruct
It was about three in the morning. There was absolutely no reason to be awake at such an hour, but that did not keep one girl from staggering down the hallway.
A mostly-emptied bottle of Jack Daniels was loosely held between her fingertips, dangling precariously and threatening to fall with each uneven step. Her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, even at this late hour, for her eyes were red and pupils dilated. Her hair was disheveled. Her clothes wrinkled, dirty, torn in places. Her body was glistening with sweat. And her movements were awkward, unsteady, as she lumbered down the hallway.
"Ah'm gon be so fucked up t'morrah, in class." Jessie slurred her words, but though that slight worry crept into her mind she still wore a goofy grin. In fact she almost found the thought funny, and began giggling as she felt the walls. Using them for guidance helped to keep her upright, but she seemed amazed by even so mundane an object. "Whoa," she commented to herself, as if discovering something new and amazing. "Walls, so smooth..."
Finally her knees gave way, and she crumpled down onto the floor. A loud laugh then followed, Jessie finding the whole thing far more hilarious than it could possibly have been. She reached upward, swatting at the door handle a time or two before finally making contact with it. A twist, but not a turn. The door did not open. "Thatsh funneh," the highly intoxicated girl managed to voice through her slurred speech. "Open up, dammit!" A little more frustrated, she twisted and turned on the handle, shaking it as if that would force it to open up for her. Her head then thunked against the door as she sat there, completely fucked up and too out of it to think about the keys in the pocket of the jacket that was half falling off of her. "Whay wont thish thing opehn..."
((OOC: Open to light sleepers and whoever's in the room she's sitting in front of. If Ralph or Roxy respond first, then she managed to find the right room. If someone else replies first, then she's at the wrong door. She's in no state to know where she's really at right now...
On second thought, open to anyone EXCEPT Ralph, Seven, and Roxy. She'll eventually make it to her room after the first wrong turn or two, and they can have their fun with her then.)) XD;
A mostly-emptied bottle of Jack Daniels was loosely held between her fingertips, dangling precariously and threatening to fall with each uneven step. Her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, even at this late hour, for her eyes were red and pupils dilated. Her hair was disheveled. Her clothes wrinkled, dirty, torn in places. Her body was glistening with sweat. And her movements were awkward, unsteady, as she lumbered down the hallway.
"Ah'm gon be so fucked up t'morrah, in class." Jessie slurred her words, but though that slight worry crept into her mind she still wore a goofy grin. In fact she almost found the thought funny, and began giggling as she felt the walls. Using them for guidance helped to keep her upright, but she seemed amazed by even so mundane an object. "Whoa," she commented to herself, as if discovering something new and amazing. "Walls, so smooth..."
Finally her knees gave way, and she crumpled down onto the floor. A loud laugh then followed, Jessie finding the whole thing far more hilarious than it could possibly have been. She reached upward, swatting at the door handle a time or two before finally making contact with it. A twist, but not a turn. The door did not open. "Thatsh funneh," the highly intoxicated girl managed to voice through her slurred speech. "Open up, dammit!" A little more frustrated, she twisted and turned on the handle, shaking it as if that would force it to open up for her. Her head then thunked against the door as she sat there, completely fucked up and too out of it to think about the keys in the pocket of the jacket that was half falling off of her. "Whay wont thish thing opehn..."
((OOC: Open to light sleepers and whoever's in the room she's sitting in front of. If Ralph or Roxy respond first, then she managed to find the right room. If someone else replies first, then she's at the wrong door. She's in no state to know where she's really at right now...
On second thought, open to anyone EXCEPT Ralph, Seven, and Roxy. She'll eventually make it to her room after the first wrong turn or two, and they can have their fun with her then.)) XD;