Now Don't Go Wasting My Precious Time
Name(s): Deneve, Undine (closed/inactive)
Location: The Center of Knowledge!! (library)
Week: 44
Time: Evening, after classes
Rating: PG-13 for eloquent rhetoric
Undine scowled, an almost panicked expression forming on her face as she began to dig through all of her scrolls and textbooks.
"Where the fuck is it," she growled under her breath, fingers digging almost maniacally through all of the clutter on her work desk, "Where the fuck is it!" She said, desperation crawling into her tone.
Stupid. So fucking stupid. She NEVER put that book away, it was the one thing that she always had on her, and now it was FUCKING lost.
"God damn it," she said, her voice escalating in pitch, losing its usual gruff timber, "God DAMN it!"
She needed that Keats book as if her life depended on it, and now it was gone. Where the hell was it?! She never lost it, ever.
Undine shoved a chair away from the table, crawling under it as she continued her search, oblivious to the other students watching the muscled girl act like a scatter brained little idiot searching for her lost poetry.