Room 232, Wednesday afternoon
Lola was bored. Bored enough, in fact, to end up calling her mom, just to talk.
"//. . . No, Mom, it's fine, I'm -- I didn't run away, I went to school. . . . No, Mom, I -- No, Mom -- You don't -- you and Papa -- are you drink -- no, of course not -- that's not how it -- will you just -- don't -- Mom . . . Mom. . . . Mom. . . . just --" It wasn't going well. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!!"
Her voice hit a particularly piercing, high note on the last short "e" of the conversation as Lola let her frustration take over. Fortunately, the damage seemed to limit itself to just the glass in her framed picture of her parents shattering.
And, you know, possibly her mother's ear drum.
She hung up and pitched the phone across the room. Great, now she was bored and angry.
[ooc: door and post are open.]
"//. . . No, Mom, it's fine, I'm -- I didn't run away, I went to school. . . . No, Mom, I -- No, Mom -- You don't -- you and Papa -- are you drink -- no, of course not -- that's not how it -- will you just -- don't -- Mom . . . Mom. . . . Mom. . . . just --" It wasn't going well. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!!"
Her voice hit a particularly piercing, high note on the last short "e" of the conversation as Lola let her frustration take over. Fortunately, the damage seemed to limit itself to just the glass in her framed picture of her parents shattering.
And, you know, possibly her mother's ear drum.
She hung up and pitched the phone across the room. Great, now she was bored and angry.
[ooc: door and post are open.]
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"I'm going to bring this up to the theater guy, just to see what he thinks."
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A beat.
"Maybe later, though. I've got a thing I gotta do." Which would be a make-up date with Amber.
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