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ecirpnellehada

Room 218; Tuesday Afternoon.

Apr 22, 2008 11:16

That morning, yawning and futilely (it would seem) clutching a cup of tea from the coffee shop, Adah had gone and checked her mail, and, at first, it would have seemed that her traverse this time hadn't been like all her other, previous handwavey trips. Waiting for her there was an envelope, with the neatly printed address label of Emory ( Read more... )

adah price: queen of tl;dr, love is a four letter word, the eel, emo like whoa, ugh day you suck, emory university, shattered dream, that felt frog from maths class, mmmm issues

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robinthefrog April 22 2008, 22:38:38 UTC

Robin, despite having no visible ears, had heard the crash and hurried to investigate. he poked his head into the room and spotted Adah.

"Adah? Are you okay?"

ecirpnellehada April 22 2008, 22:50:05 UTC

Preempted only a slight, hard glare from where she sat among her upended books, the only response that the frog from maths class got from Adah was the medical dictionary that had so closely almost taken out her bunny being thrown at his head.

Of course, Adah didn't have a very good throwing arm, so Robin was probably still relatively safe. Either way, she felt it was a pretty effective way of making it known that she wasn't exactly in the best of moods at the moment.

robinthefrog April 22 2008, 23:11:39 UTC

"Eeep!" and there was a frog, running away.

ecirpnellehada April 22 2008, 23:23:45 UTC

Satisfied that book tossing was still an effective form of driving people away, Adah was still left thinking that she wished it would be an effective way to shut her door to help avoid other situations from other curious parties.

stupid_toasters April 22 2008, 23:25:03 UTC

"Everything okay?" Lee asked, having come upon the open door and finding...well, not exactly what he expected.

ecirpnellehada April 22 2008, 23:53:24 UTC

Adah's eyes shifted from the floor to the door with much more sharpness than she would have thought herself capable of a moment ago, when everything just seemed a blur in her head, shifting lines in a document of bureaucratic bullshit. Even if she was feeling like talking, which she most certainly was not, she knew she wouldn't have had to express a sarcastic question of whether or not everything looked okay, because she said it pretty well with her look.

She also knew that the look would most likely only prompt another question, so Adah decided to beat the Eel to the punch. As soon as she remembered where she'd put the rejection letter (not so much put, per say, as just forgotten that it was there, in her good hand, crumpled into a near ball in a tight clenching of her fist that she hadn't even been aware she was doing), she begrudgingly held the offending piece of paper out for him to see for himself, if he wanted, while she dropped her eyes again and glowered numbly at the floor again.

stupid_toasters April 23 2008, 00:00:49 UTC

He came inside and took the letter out of her hands, skimming it quickly before frowning when he got to the important parts. Lee carefully folded it back up before kneeling down next to her.

"I'm sorry," he said because it was all he could think of to say.

ecirpnellehada April 23 2008, 00:11:25 UTC

Adah didn't respond at all, staring still at the spot in the floor that she thought perhaps soon might suddenly burn away from being the subject of her dead but heated glare for all this time. She didn't want to respond; if she responded, she was afraid she'd lose control over her ability to take this news without causing more of scene. Throwing a few books from a shelf was the only act of anger, of annoyance, of frustration, of devastation that she was going to allow. If she responded, she could start ranting. She could start another act of violence. Even worse, she could start crying. She could feel it there, lurking in the form of a hard lump in her throat ( ... )

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