Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West (wickedwicker) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-07-03 23:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | shere khan, wicked witch |
Who: Sam and Joanie
What: Semi-awkward talking
Where: 904
When: June 24th, 5:15 PM
Warnings: None anticipated, though with Joanie, swearing is always a possibility. EDIT: PG-style smoochin' going on here people
After work, Joanie had driven her bike back to Bellum and parked it, running up the stairs to her apartment. Though Sam had been terribly drunk the previous night, she assumed that his desire to talk about their situation was real. So she threw down her monstrosity of a purse, picked up the plastic bag with his gift - a stuffed dolphin with a pair of sunglasses magically fixed over its eyes for added hilarity - and left for the ninth floor.
In the days after returning from Russia, Joanie's bruises had gotten worse before starting to get better. And even as they improved, she was terribly self-conscious about them. Her face was caked in foundation to cover up the blue-black hue spread across the bridge of her nose as well as the assorted scratches on her temples. The bruise on her chin was harder to hide, but she did her best, managing to create a mask that at least looked human. Though it was stuffy in this June weather, she wore long sleeves and jeans, wanting to cover up Russia's effects on her as much as possible.
She stood outside the door to 904, chewing on her lower lip for a moment before rapping lightly on it. After a moment, she knocked more loudly before standing back and waiting.