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WHEN: Week 01, 'Big Bang Theory', Monday December 4th, 8 PM precisely
WHERE: Wouldn't you like to know?
WHO: Oh, just three ladies having a tea party :)
She would wait for Adriana to come before she descended into the musty smelling basement. She hated the smell. It killed her nostrils, it made her hair curl nastily, her stomach upset and her eyes watering. She hated the stupid thing, always had, even as a child. While some little children would've killed for a dirt-floor basement so they could do foul things like dig holes to China or find earthworms for pets, Dira loathed it. it dirtied her dresses and even three-year-old Dira knew that that was undesirable.
She sat in the parlor, wearing her finest red dress, the one with the slit that went all the way up to heeeeeere. Black pumps accompanied it, and her hair was delightfully mussed-- you'd think she and Lucern were going to the opera again, she thought, laughing a little when she caught her own beautiful appearence in the looking glass over the mantle.
They'd decided to give the creature a day to wonder where it was. Restrained in the basement though it was, deprived of food though it was. Dira had always heard that neglect was the worst form of abuse, even for nasty little creatures like Louvika Hawkins. It had been tempting all day to go down there, to see, perhaps, to begin the fun early. Dira had restrained herself.
She'd promised she would wait for Adriana to come over. It was like being a child all over again and having to wait for the guests to arrive before being able to sample one's birthday cake.
Dira crossed her legs with a small, 'hmpf'. Adriana better hurry it up.
WHERE: Wouldn't you like to know?
WHO: Oh, just three ladies having a tea party :)
She would wait for Adriana to come before she descended into the musty smelling basement. She hated the smell. It killed her nostrils, it made her hair curl nastily, her stomach upset and her eyes watering. She hated the stupid thing, always had, even as a child. While some little children would've killed for a dirt-floor basement so they could do foul things like dig holes to China or find earthworms for pets, Dira loathed it. it dirtied her dresses and even three-year-old Dira knew that that was undesirable.
She sat in the parlor, wearing her finest red dress, the one with the slit that went all the way up to heeeeeere. Black pumps accompanied it, and her hair was delightfully mussed-- you'd think she and Lucern were going to the opera again, she thought, laughing a little when she caught her own beautiful appearence in the looking glass over the mantle.
They'd decided to give the creature a day to wonder where it was. Restrained in the basement though it was, deprived of food though it was. Dira had always heard that neglect was the worst form of abuse, even for nasty little creatures like Louvika Hawkins. It had been tempting all day to go down there, to see, perhaps, to begin the fun early. Dira had restrained herself.
She'd promised she would wait for Adriana to come over. It was like being a child all over again and having to wait for the guests to arrive before being able to sample one's birthday cake.
Dira crossed her legs with a small, 'hmpf'. Adriana better hurry it up.