Bridget Jones | Bridget Jones' Diary (singletonjones) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-01-14 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, bridget jones, mark darcy |
RP Thread; Mark Darcy & Bridget Jones
WHO: Bridget Jones & Mark Darcy.
WHAT: There is nothing like a sudden, unexpected roomie.
WHEN: Monday morning
WHERE: Room 307, Their room.
RATING/WARNINGS: None currently.
STATUS: In Process
Bridget was beginning to feel as if she were becoming at home with New York City. It had taken her a while, but she supposed that was to be expected. After all, she had a brand new flat without any of her things in it, and without her diary - something she had exceedingly missed, actually - and none of her clothes - although the ones she had seemed to fit her which was to be preferred as it turned out - and so how could she feel exactly at home immediately? But over the last few weeks she had found a job, even if it wasn't a very important one, and she had begun to put together a wardrobe that was her, and she had almost bought herself a diary, although she had ultimately not done so wondering instead if she was supposed to be using the network instead with some sort of private filter. Since there was no one to answer that question, she'd taken to writing notes on little post-its all over the flat. So it was that the flat was beginning to feel like home even without her things from home. A pink post-it was stuck to her bedroom door with her weight from yesterday (133lbs, v. v. bad, clearly something had attached to her on her way through the blue glowy cube), and the number of cigarettes she'd had the day before (3, but only because it seemed to be difficult to find a place to actually smoke here), and the blue one in her purse contained the number of calories for today, which so far added up to, oh for heaven's sake - 1406? Truly? There was no hope, she would return to her home a full stone heavier than she'd been when she left it and then where would she be? No dinner. It simply couldn't be done. Now returning from her shift at the office, Bridget unlocked the door and pushed it open. She knew she really ought to pick up tonight, even if she didn't feel remotely like it, but she knew most two bedroomed flats had two people in them eventually, and one could hardly accept a roommate whilst one's unmentionables decorated the bathroom floor or a pile of clothing was stacked by the duvan, could one? She entered, flipped on the light switched and walked towards her room, dropping the mobile they'd given her on the end table. She stepped across and flung herself backwards onto the sofa with a sigh. "But I'm hungry," she muttered to herself. |