Nightshift 21: Hallway F11-F20
Yuffie was annoyed. To put it simply, today had utterly sucked.
Oh, it had started out well enough. Flirting with Zelos was much fun, and so was teasing the other man..Albel, was it? But it'd gone downhill from there. First with the nurses in the library, and then seeing Hojo, and then Barret... That was what steamed her the most. And to think she'd even felt a little bit worried about that jerk! At least before he'd blown a gasket and flipped her chair out from under her...
Grumbling to herself, Yuffie finished her food and shoved the empty dishes off the desk, more out of spite than anything else. She wanted out of this place. Now. What right did they have to keep her locked up here anyway? None, that's what.
Well, if she was going to be stuck here, she was going to cause as many problems as possible.
As soon as she heard the doors unlock, Yuffie set to work at her sheets. She pulled them all off the bed once again, tearing a strip off of one side to make another headband for herself. Like the night before, she stuck pens in the back of the headband within easy reach, then went to her dresser to retrieve her bag of stuff. Broken stuff, still, but none the less useful.
She looked around the room for anything else. Nothing left but the clothing and the torn up bedsheets... She paused, a grin spreading across her face. Oh, she had an idea for those sheets... Pulling out one of the pens, she uncapped it and set to work scribbling on the fabric. She stood again once she had finished and grabbed a handful of the sheet, quickly dragging it out of the room after her.
[Running over to here.]
Oh, it had started out well enough. Flirting with Zelos was much fun, and so was teasing the other man..Albel, was it? But it'd gone downhill from there. First with the nurses in the library, and then seeing Hojo, and then Barret... That was what steamed her the most. And to think she'd even felt a little bit worried about that jerk! At least before he'd blown a gasket and flipped her chair out from under her...
Grumbling to herself, Yuffie finished her food and shoved the empty dishes off the desk, more out of spite than anything else. She wanted out of this place. Now. What right did they have to keep her locked up here anyway? None, that's what.
Well, if she was going to be stuck here, she was going to cause as many problems as possible.
As soon as she heard the doors unlock, Yuffie set to work at her sheets. She pulled them all off the bed once again, tearing a strip off of one side to make another headband for herself. Like the night before, she stuck pens in the back of the headband within easy reach, then went to her dresser to retrieve her bag of stuff. Broken stuff, still, but none the less useful.
She looked around the room for anything else. Nothing left but the clothing and the torn up bedsheets... She paused, a grin spreading across her face. Oh, she had an idea for those sheets... Pulling out one of the pens, she uncapped it and set to work scribbling on the fabric. She stood again once she had finished and grabbed a handful of the sheet, quickly dragging it out of the room after her.
[Running over to here.]