Room 410//Saturday Morning
The Sex Pistols were blaring on the radio, and Zero Hopeless-Savage sat in the middle of a chaotic sea of books, clothes, papers, and the various odds and ends that make up the life of a young woman at Fandom. Only problem was, none of these odds and ends belonged to her.
So, Zero's day? Not exactly off to a swerval start.
As she used scissors to make artistic slices in a pair of jeans, Zero plotted how she'd get the swoo on which've her sibs had managed to knock her out well enough to knick her clothes and dye her hair blonde while she slept. And, steal her mallet.
First, she'd get some of these togs into a wearable state. Then she'd go on a hunt for her mallet.
And some hair dye.
[Meant to be establishy, but feel free to visit]
So, Zero's day? Not exactly off to a swerval start.
As she used scissors to make artistic slices in a pair of jeans, Zero plotted how she'd get the swoo on which've her sibs had managed to knock her out well enough to knick her clothes and dye her hair blonde while she slept. And, steal her mallet.
First, she'd get some of these togs into a wearable state. Then she'd go on a hunt for her mallet.
And some hair dye.
[Meant to be establishy, but feel free to visit]