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Sunday June 14th 2008
Who: Sketch and Julien
What: Meeting
Where: The Cafeteria
When: Sunday Lunchtime
Rating: TBD
Food in this place sucked, there was no two ways about it. Crazy people apparently had no tastebuds, which was all the more proof that Sketch wasn't crazy. She was just angry sometimes. Well, if people weren't so goddamn dumb, she wouldn't get so mad at them. Of course, it was hard to be angry in this place when they insisted on sedating her. From the minute Sketch had walked in the door, someone had stuck a needle in her arm and since she had felt like she was half asleep. But today they hadn't done that. Today, they probably assumed that she would behave herself, that the fight was drugged out of her. Motherfuckers didn't know her too well if they thought that.
Taking her shitty food on the shitty tray, Sketch looked around for someplace to sit, preferrably near someone who didn't look like a total nutjob. And maybe someone with pudding, they had screwed her on pudding. It took about two seconds for her to find her mark, and a wicked grin crossed her face as she plopped down beside a quiet looking guy who seemed absorbed in himself. Immediately she grabbed the pudding cup off his tray. "Sup," she said plainly, grabbing her spoon and digging in.
What: Meeting
Where: The Cafeteria
When: Sunday Lunchtime
Rating: TBD
Food in this place sucked, there was no two ways about it. Crazy people apparently had no tastebuds, which was all the more proof that Sketch wasn't crazy. She was just angry sometimes. Well, if people weren't so goddamn dumb, she wouldn't get so mad at them. Of course, it was hard to be angry in this place when they insisted on sedating her. From the minute Sketch had walked in the door, someone had stuck a needle in her arm and since she had felt like she was half asleep. But today they hadn't done that. Today, they probably assumed that she would behave herself, that the fight was drugged out of her. Motherfuckers didn't know her too well if they thought that.
Taking her shitty food on the shitty tray, Sketch looked around for someplace to sit, preferrably near someone who didn't look like a total nutjob. And maybe someone with pudding, they had screwed her on pudding. It took about two seconds for her to find her mark, and a wicked grin crossed her face as she plopped down beside a quiet looking guy who seemed absorbed in himself. Immediately she grabbed the pudding cup off his tray. "Sup," she said plainly, grabbing her spoon and digging in.
