Lavender (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bright_n_bubbly) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} quaffle_rpg,@ 2009-09-28 14:10:00 |
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WHO: Lavender & Bill
WHEN: 9/28 around dusk
WHERE: Lavender's flat
WHAT: the full moon and the drama it inspires
RATING: duno yet
Lavender had been pacing her flat all day. She had yesterday off, today off, and tomorrow off. She knew she was going to need it this month. Although what she was going to do when her sick days ran out was still a stress point. That and everything else today. Especially this itch. Lavender couldn't for the life of her get this itching to stop. And no matter how much lotion she put on, there were still spots on her back she couldn't reach.
Frustrated, Lavender hadn't even gotten dressed today. She had pulled on her pink, short, silk robe and put her hair into a loose bun on her head. She had on left-over make-up from yesterday when she'd had to run to the store, but other than that she looked rather plain and not at all like Lavender. There was a steak cooking on the stove and Lavender was rubbing more of that lotion on her scars when she heard a knock at the door. Today was definitely not the day for visitors.
Flipping her steak over (it was almost rare, mostly still raw) she huffed to herself, debating whether to answer it or pretend she wasn't home. But Lavender had never been rude. She trudged over to the door and peeked through the peep hole. Bill. As much as she really wanted to tell him to go away, because she felt horrible... she couldn't. Lavender pulled open the door and stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. "Hi."
WHEN: 9/28 around dusk
WHERE: Lavender's flat
WHAT: the full moon and the drama it inspires
RATING: duno yet
Lavender had been pacing her flat all day. She had yesterday off, today off, and tomorrow off. She knew she was going to need it this month. Although what she was going to do when her sick days ran out was still a stress point. That and everything else today. Especially this itch. Lavender couldn't for the life of her get this itching to stop. And no matter how much lotion she put on, there were still spots on her back she couldn't reach.
Frustrated, Lavender hadn't even gotten dressed today. She had pulled on her pink, short, silk robe and put her hair into a loose bun on her head. She had on left-over make-up from yesterday when she'd had to run to the store, but other than that she looked rather plain and not at all like Lavender. There was a steak cooking on the stove and Lavender was rubbing more of that lotion on her scars when she heard a knock at the door. Today was definitely not the day for visitors.
Flipping her steak over (it was almost rare, mostly still raw) she huffed to herself, debating whether to answer it or pretend she wasn't home. But Lavender had never been rude. She trudged over to the door and peeked through the peep hole. Bill. As much as she really wanted to tell him to go away, because she felt horrible... she couldn't. Lavender pulled open the door and stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. "Hi."