Nov 09, 2009 23:06
That's it. This place officially sucked. What good was a snazzy new mobile if it didn't even get reception inside where it was almost warm? Instead she was tramping around outdoors looking for one stinking bar so she can wait 10 minutes for her text message to go through.
"Ugh! Why wasn't I a technopath?" She grumbled holding the phone over her head. Why people thought holding it higher made any bit of difference was a mystery but she was determined. When the little bar finally popped up, Betsy cried "Yes!" and hit send before the cell phone gods decided to revoke this act of mercy.
...Sending...
...Sending...
...Sending...
Your message was unable to sent at this time.
That was when her head exploded. As well as her phone... into little bits.
elisabeth 'psylocke' braddock,
wade wilson