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whenshewasnice) wrote2012-09-14 04:36 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2012-09-14 04:36 pm
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Room 227, Friday Afternoon
Natalie wasn't going to the club fair. Wasn't her thing, as her attempts at non-participation even in a class dedicated to trying to make her participate in things could attest to. She much rather did things on her own, and on her own terms. Things like what she was doing right now.
She was sitting on her bed, reading a random book of poetry she'd picked up at the library a couple of days ago. She was also sparing only the idlest of thoughts to whether there was anything in particular she wanted to do this weekend. She had time to get to that later.
[ooc: Open door/post!]
She was sitting on her bed, reading a random book of poetry she'd picked up at the library a couple of days ago. She was also sparing only the idlest of thoughts to whether there was anything in particular she wanted to do this weekend. She had time to get to that later.
[ooc: Open door/post!]