Feb 07, 2011 18:54
--ugh. [The immediate sound is a scoff, pulled from the depths of her voice, out of a twisted mouth.
Then, a coughing fit. Give her a few seconds.
When she does come into view, adjusting the communicator, it's of a tide of frizzy wavy hair and a face that's very, utterly unhappy. Maybe it's the blanched complexion, slashes of hectic pink high on her cheeks. Maybe it's just the--]
Where the hell am I? And-- what's this on my head?
((OOC: I wanted to get this up now but I probably won't be tagging until tomorrow afternoon will be slow until late Wednesday, sorry ;;))