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Hours just passed by like they always would, but this time it felt like the world was turning differently this time. Never know why, but I constantly feel like that when I am finished with doing something, and in this case done training the girls for who knows how long. All I wanted to do was go do something rather than sitting in this hotel, in my room, and alone for the most part of it.
My room was one part of it that was so quiet I started to miss the migrane I got with the girls every single day. Good god was this silence, Xander was probably doing something or too busy to, Willow was out as I heard, and Giles were the hell was he? I haven't seen him around for a while, and I feel the awkward need to talk to him. Weird.
But once I had enough of the silence I left my room downstairs to the lobby, and one mistake is that I didn't see a wet sign. They just had to be mopping the floors when I chose to leave that room, and now look at this I fell right onto my back. Man I hate this! I said to myself as I pushed myself back to my feet.
Just once, just one time if I didn't get this treatment. My hand tightened into a fist as I stood there staring at the sign, I must have given the cleaner a scare when I looked so angry because he was no where in sight. But easing my self down I reached a spot of carpet were it wouldn't be soaked and was tempted to stay down here, as long as I could that is.
((open to anyone, like giles if he isn't busy))
My room was one part of it that was so quiet I started to miss the migrane I got with the girls every single day. Good god was this silence, Xander was probably doing something or too busy to, Willow was out as I heard, and Giles were the hell was he? I haven't seen him around for a while, and I feel the awkward need to talk to him. Weird.
But once I had enough of the silence I left my room downstairs to the lobby, and one mistake is that I didn't see a wet sign. They just had to be mopping the floors when I chose to leave that room, and now look at this I fell right onto my back. Man I hate this! I said to myself as I pushed myself back to my feet.
Just once, just one time if I didn't get this treatment. My hand tightened into a fist as I stood there staring at the sign, I must have given the cleaner a scare when I looked so angry because he was no where in sight. But easing my self down I reached a spot of carpet were it wouldn't be soaked and was tempted to stay down here, as long as I could that is.
((open to anyone, like giles if he isn't busy))