Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on Feb 15, 2006 1:43:36 GMT
I should get this done. It's due in three days, and it was assigned two weeks ago. If I get it done now, I won't have to scramble later...
Needless to say, Billie's self-talk wasn't exactly working. Yes, the biology essay was due by the end of the week, and yes, she had been procrastinating something fierce; so far, all she had typed on the page was her name and the class. But, just the other day, she'd gone out and bought herself a few new fantasy novels and they were looking so very tempting there on her bedside table...
...Fuck it. The young student smirked and saved what little she had written before she practically lept over to her bed and grabbed the first book in her small pile. I'll start on the paper tonight. ...Really.
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Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on Mar 15, 2006 3:01:41 GMT
Of course, 'tonight' never came around as planned and Billie was well into her third book before a familiar buzzing from her den area managed to catch her attention. Idly, she lifted her nose from the pages of the book, glanced to the clock on her bedside table, and swore - she was on the set list at the club tonight!
The young woman lept up and began scrambling about, packing her duffle bag with the appropriate clothing, shoes, accessories and make-up, then remembered the reason she'd come out of her literary stupor in the first place. After snatching up her cellphone, she bolted out the door and locked it swiftly behind her; hopefully, she would catch Marco before he wolfed down all the take-out, and if not, she might be able to swindle some dinner from him after her set...
Continued at: The Onyx; Staff Room
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Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on Aug 11, 2006 6:14:06 GMT
You'd think that, after a certain amount of horrid beatings, an alarm clock would just give up. A bit of plastic and wiring can only take so much, right?
Well, apparently not. The mess of sheets and comforter on the bed gave a loud, irritated growl when the clock filled the bedroom with an infernal buzzing. The bundle of fabric twitched, then rolled, before a tanned arm shot out and beat the poor clock mercilessly. Instead of shutting down, however, the thing merely spluttered, then let out a high-pitched whine that would probably send every dog within the tri-county area running for the hills.
"All right!" Billie finally snarled. The singer extracted herself from her creative pile of blankets and reached under the table to vicious yank the clock's cord from the wall. When the thing finally died with a squawk, Billie swore and straightened the oversized rugby shirt which served as her nightdress before she tumbled from bed.
Note to self: purchase less-irritating alarm clock...
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