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manipulatrice (manipulatrice) wrote in light_of_may,

Angeline wasn't sure if this was one of those moments where she was supposed to play at a softer, nicer version of herself or not. On the other hand she had every right to be mad at Locke; he hadn't even tried to text her and he had to know that her father being who he was she had to have been at the march! When he poked his head inside her room and waved Angeline sighed, her arms crossed. "Hi." At least he looked awkward and on edge, which Angeline had to say she liked to see at the moment. "Yes, I was, obviously. And I hurt my tailbone, cut my feet on broken glass not to mention my eardrums aren't exactly in tip top condition either. So yes, I did get hurt." Oh, she was going to be mad. Maybe play up the 'you don't like me after all' angle a bit, to look a little less angry and more hurt.

"Probably not as bad as most, however. I am still alive." She retracted her legs reluctantly, making room for Locke on the couch. "Oh of course, understandable that your girlfriend wouldn't be a priority. So many more important people to worry about." She looked away, feigning a trembling lip. When she looked back there were tears in her eyes. "Not even a text, Locke!"