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Post by Arielle "Relle" Houghton on Jul 2, 2006 21:56:56 GMT -5
Arielle pulled at her gum with her fingers, holding one end still in her mouth. She plopped herself down into her computer chair and logged on to AIM. She wondered if anyone would respond to her IM. Now all she had to do was wait for someone to reply. |
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Lissie Lionel
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Post by Lissie Lionel on Jul 6, 2006 18:08:37 GMT -5
It was early, she was avoiding homework, and above all, Lissie Lionel was not feeling well. Additionally, she was in a rather foul mood, and thus, everyone had cleared out. She'd even gone back to the on-campus dorm she shared with Lilly when they felt like it. That left her alone, fuming, and cursing off at her laptop for running so slowly and her Diet Coke for not being cold enough. Not to mention, her Juicy Couture sweatsuit being a garish shade of pink and her homework for being too hard. (None of the statements were true, naturally. Everything-well, almost-is perfect in the world of Lissie Lionel.)
Now cursing off at AOL Instant Messenger for loading too slowly, she slammed her hand onto the corner of her Sapphire-blue iMac Clamshell and howled in pain. The length of time for loading was to be expected-after all, she'd had to create at least three or four new screenames, due to overpacking her Buddy List. Hey, she couldn't help it if the world needed her!
Finally, she logged on (in reality, it had only taken a moment or two) and was greeted by a million windows, as usual. After spending the next three minutes deleting them all, she noticed a small school-wide bulletin. Oh, what the hell. Sometimes it was easier to talk to a stranger.
love_lissie: hi, ur on my buddy list. who r u?
It was common knowledge that Lissie Lionel was not much of a typer. Almost all of her IMs and text messages were completely illegible. As if she cared. She put her hair up into a messy bun, and tapped the side of her laptop impatiently, awaiting a response.[/font]
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Post by Arielle "Relle" Houghton on Jul 6, 2006 19:06:57 GMT -5
Arielle gave a little half smirk as her computer dinged, signalling a response, and she leaned back against her head board to respond.
Arielle was curious about who from school was on now. She reached for her Diet Coke on her nightstand and rolled her head, cracking her neck.
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Lissie Lionel
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Post by Lissie Lionel on Jul 6, 2006 20:30:53 GMT -5
Lissie scoffed at her computer, virtually rolling her eyes at whomever she was talking to. Maybe they were retarded? Either way, although she wasn't exactly the sensitive, here-let-me-help-you-out kinda gal, she decided she ought to be nice.
Wow. Who was this girl and what had she done with Lissie Lionel? She must have been sick, to consider being civil for no reason at all.
love_lissie: uh, lissie lionel, duh!
love_lissie: but wut abot u?
How do you spell about? She mused. God, this person took forever to respond. It had been a whole three seconds. Why couldn't everyone type as fast as her? But at least the person's responses were legible; she couldn't exactly say the same for herself.[/font]
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Post by Arielle "Relle" Houghton on Jul 6, 2006 21:59:54 GMT -5
Arielle arched one eyebrow as she read the person's respose and sipped her Coke at the same time. Gosh, what's got this girl's knickers in a twist? Eh, I've been reading to much British fanfic again!
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Lissie Lionel
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Post by Lissie Lionel on Jul 7, 2006 0:14:00 GMT -5
Lissie happened to be taking a sip of her Diet Coke at the time she received a response, and somehow managed to spit it out, all over, everywhere, when she got this Arielle chick's message. Glancing around surrepticiously, she snuck over and sat on Lilly's bed instead. She's blame the mess on....someone.
love_lissie: haha, ur a frosh!
love_lissie: sucks 2 b u!
love_lissie: err1 noes me tho. ull lern v. soon. u r lucky im tlkng 2 u. i barlee tlk 2 sophs, nd im 1 of em! but im sick. 1 time only thng. do u no my sis? shes a frosh 2. losers. :]
Admittedly, she was being a little harsh. But whatevs, she was in a bad mood. Freshmen idolized Sophomores, especially her, so it's not like it really mattered. What did matter was her typing, which seemed to be getting worse and worse. What if this froshie asked what she meant? How embarassing. Lissie absentmindedly twirled a piece of hair around an expertly manicured fingernail, bummed that she was sick. She sighed and leaned back into fluffy pillows. Maybe she'd have to get used to this. Wallowing in her own self-pity always worked out quite nicely for her.[/size][/color][/font]
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