RP: Someone got up from the wrong side of the bed
Who: Rita and anyone
Where: Sitting room
When: Sept 26, early evening
What: Rita's in a foul mood, and wouldn't mind picking a fight with someone
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Rita had barely slept after 4am. The dance had succeeded in waking her up completely, then she'd got back to her room, which had felt strange ever since Kevin had moved out - privacy was hard to get used to again - and been unable to sleep.
She had, but not until about six, and been woken again by the sunrise at seven. After a shower, breakfast and caffeine, she thought she'd be all right - or at least able to have a nap in the afternoon, if the desire took her. After all, she did have the room to herself now.
Big Brother had put an end to that thought, though. The music had played several times that day, usually at intervals that allowed one to almost forget about it before it blared again. There had been one just after she'd had her morning cup of tea - and it had gotten several of the later risers out of bed early, one mid-morning, and one in those lazy hours after lunch when afternoon lethargy took hold.
The worst part was that they had little else to do, so the moments of extreme action were just punctuation marks in boredom.
And Rita hated being bored. She hated Big Brother and his stupid idea of a joke - after all, the supply of extendable eyeballs to everyone who wanted to watch the participants would be making the Ministry no small amount of money; the least they could do was treat the housemates with a bit of bloody respect. As far as she recalled, sleep deprivation was a form of torture. And what would the Ministry do if she and all her housemates got up and left in disgust? They'd be the laughing stock!
(Never mind that they wouldn't have to give away the prize money.)
She needed a drink. And maybe something to eat. Something to do, at any rate. Made her way to the liquor cabinet in the sitting room.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, who finished off the gin?"
Where: Sitting room
When: Sept 26, early evening
What: Rita's in a foul mood, and wouldn't mind picking a fight with someone
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Rita had barely slept after 4am. The dance had succeeded in waking her up completely, then she'd got back to her room, which had felt strange ever since Kevin had moved out - privacy was hard to get used to again - and been unable to sleep.
She had, but not until about six, and been woken again by the sunrise at seven. After a shower, breakfast and caffeine, she thought she'd be all right - or at least able to have a nap in the afternoon, if the desire took her. After all, she did have the room to herself now.
Big Brother had put an end to that thought, though. The music had played several times that day, usually at intervals that allowed one to almost forget about it before it blared again. There had been one just after she'd had her morning cup of tea - and it had gotten several of the later risers out of bed early, one mid-morning, and one in those lazy hours after lunch when afternoon lethargy took hold.
The worst part was that they had little else to do, so the moments of extreme action were just punctuation marks in boredom.
And Rita hated being bored. She hated Big Brother and his stupid idea of a joke - after all, the supply of extendable eyeballs to everyone who wanted to watch the participants would be making the Ministry no small amount of money; the least they could do was treat the housemates with a bit of bloody respect. As far as she recalled, sleep deprivation was a form of torture. And what would the Ministry do if she and all her housemates got up and left in disgust? They'd be the laughing stock!
(Never mind that they wouldn't have to give away the prize money.)
She needed a drink. And maybe something to eat. Something to do, at any rate. Made her way to the liquor cabinet in the sitting room.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, who finished off the gin?"