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[24 Dec 2007|12:33am] |
Who: Daisy and Ophiuchus
What: Who knows?
Where: Halls to start
When: Tuesday night
Rated: TBD
Surprisingly, it was not past curfew. There was a first for everything, right? At least for Daisy, though, many of her firsts occurred years ago. Still. That didn't mean she couldn't have more. And this was one of those times.
She walked the halls clad in a nightgown, slippers and Caradoc Dearborn's sweater, book in hand, and her tongue sticking past her lips in concentration. She was very much a zombie in the way she walked (ever appropriate for her current book title 'You're dead and its hot'), slow and corpse-like. If she wasn't breathing with colors in her cheeks, passerby might've thought her dead.
But she was alive enough to focus on turning the page just as she turned a corner. It wasn't a good combination of actions; actually, it was probably a little more dangerous than she anticipated because within seconds, she collided with another. Thrown backward onto her backside, she sat sprawled across the floor unladylike.
"Well, bollocks. I'm sorry," she said, getting to her feet and rubbing her bum.
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