☮ five detention slips
[It's around noon, and Alex is in the game room, sitting on the floor in front of the skee-ball game and eating out of a bag of Lays. Rolling ball after ball just makes her feel soothed, like a nice memory from home. And a nice memory from home is just what she needs right now. There's a repetitive clatter through the journals as she keeps playing... and keeps playing... until finally she has something to say.
Now Alex has never been much of a go-getter (translation: never goes to get anything), but something has been weighing on her mind the past few days - something quite pressing indeed - and she figures it's time she gets some answers.
Her voice is muffled by potato chip when she speaks into the journal.]
So does anyone know what's up with all these grey kids? They're like popping out of the woodwork everywhere you look now. It's pretty much ridiculous.
((ooc: Yeah.... Open over the journal, or in the game room if you want to join in on some Skee-ball action.))
Now Alex has never been much of a go-getter (translation: never goes to get anything), but something has been weighing on her mind the past few days - something quite pressing indeed - and she figures it's time she gets some answers.
Her voice is muffled by potato chip when she speaks into the journal.]
So does anyone know what's up with all these grey kids? They're like popping out of the woodwork everywhere you look now. It's pretty much ridiculous.
((ooc: Yeah.... Open over the journal, or in the game room if you want to join in on some Skee-ball action.))