Jenny Sparks (
20thcentury) wrote in
paradisa2012-12-04 02:39 pm
Entry tags:
☇twelve.
[Jenny is standing in the lobby, cigarette in hand. She's also staring sourly at the giant Christmas tree in here, like it's a personal affront to her.
Occasionally she'll flick a cigarette at the thing before lighting up another one. It never seems to catch fire, though, which just makes her even more irritated.
She has her journal open nearby in case something interesting happens, and she turns to dictate toward it.]
Somebody tell me I'm not the only Scrooge in this place. I feel like I'm going mad with all this holiday bloody cheer. And we've still got weeks to go, sweet christ.
[She pauses to toss another cigarette at the tree.
Still nothing. Damn.]
Has anyone figured out the thing that makes everyone kiss yet? That'll be a welcome distraction, at least.
[ooc. open in person or over the journal, kissmas or general!]
Occasionally she'll flick a cigarette at the thing before lighting up another one. It never seems to catch fire, though, which just makes her even more irritated.
She has her journal open nearby in case something interesting happens, and she turns to dictate toward it.]
Somebody tell me I'm not the only Scrooge in this place. I feel like I'm going mad with all this holiday bloody cheer. And we've still got weeks to go, sweet christ.
[She pauses to toss another cigarette at the tree.
Still nothing. Damn.]
Has anyone figured out the thing that makes everyone kiss yet? That'll be a welcome distraction, at least.
[ooc. open in person or over the journal, kissmas or general!]
