Room 421, Tuesday
Dec. 21st, 2010 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Lindsay was doing some last minute packing. She was going home tomorrow for break, though she kind of wished she could stay here and hide. There was the slight risk that she could run into Barry Schweiber, and she really did not want to deal with that mess. Staying here would ensure it would be avoided.
Of course, her mother would be upset if she didn't go home for the holidays. The guilt trip would have been epic. She disappointed her parents so much already. She didn't want to end the year that way, too.
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Of course, her mother would be upset if she didn't go home for the holidays. The guilt trip would have been epic. She disappointed her parents so much already. She didn't want to end the year that way, too.
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Date: 2010-12-22 01:37 am (UTC)And so Rinoa's half of the room might also smell pretty strongly. She'd turn on a fan, if it got overwhelming.
"So are you excited?" she asked. "For the holiday-thing?"
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Date: 2010-12-22 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-22 02:55 am (UTC)She wasn't even from this world, so she'd never heard of it before coming here.
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Date: 2010-12-22 03:12 am (UTC)She smiled a bit at that. "So what about you? You going home for awhile?"
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Date: 2010-12-22 03:30 am (UTC)She finished wrapping one of the smaller boxes and grabbed a label, so she could mark it quickly before she forgot whose box was whose. The perils of having multiple gifts of similar sizes.
"Sookie invited me to go home with her," Rinoa said. "Do you know her? We're going to Louisiana" -- she had to hope she pronounced that right -- "for Christmas. Otherwise I think we'd just be staying here. Going home is ... complicated, right now."
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Date: 2010-12-22 03:49 am (UTC)There were going to be lots of people, going to Louisiana. Rinoa had no idea who she was supposed to shop for, so she had erred on the side of getting something for everyone. Hence the current state of the gift-pile.
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Date: 2010-12-22 08:02 pm (UTC)And, well, someone hadn't told her that Santa wasn't real. She'd figure it out sooner or later.
She found the two packages that were marked 'Lindsay,' and handed them over with a smile. The rounder one was a bath bomb that had smelled yummy in the store. The flat one was a necklace -- something eclectic and interesting that she thought her roommate might like.
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Date: 2010-12-23 12:52 am (UTC)She smiled appreciatively before reaching into the drawer beside her bed, producing two items. One was a bracelet she spotted in a store recently. "I saw this and thought of you."
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Date: 2010-12-23 03:30 am (UTC)"Oh, it's beautiful," she said, holding the little butterflies up to the light. She couldn't help watching the way the light played off the translucent wings for a few moments.
She beamed at her roommate. "Thank you so much," she said. "I love it."
And she was, in fact, already pushing up her sleeve so she could slip it onto her wrist.
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Date: 2010-12-23 03:41 am (UTC)She handed it over. The song choices mostly fit Lindsay's music tastes as was evident by all the classic rock, but she thought they were songs her roommate might like. "There's even some stuff on there that doesn't exist yet where I'm from."
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Date: 2010-12-23 04:03 am (UTC)Talk about indie street cred: liking a band before it was ever formed.
"I can't wait to hear what's on this," she said. "I'll take it to Louisiana, too. Just in case nobody's in the proper holiday spirit yet."
Forcing people to listen to Christmas music was totally part of the holiday. Wasn't it?
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