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Of Sorting and The Pencils of Doom [Anikka] « Thread Started on Jun 19, 2007, 1:30am »
Allyson
...Someone up there must really, really hate her.
Or, well, maybe not so much hate her, but at the very least they must have been highly amused watching the almost-frantic way she was sorting the spilled pens and pencils for the third time tonight, all put shaking as she tried to get them to seperate, get them to stop touching and stop rolling away...
Because pens to not belong with pencils, and pencils do not belong with pens, and all of them must not be out of color-order, and they can't keep rolling off the desk because then she loses track of what number each one is and can't keep count, and...
...And she was doing it again, wasn't she?
With a sighed curse under her breath, she pushed back from her desk, closing her eyes. She wasn't supposed to do that, not supposed to freak out and lose her cool infront of her roommate (who may or may not be asleep now; Allyson wasn't sure). She tried to relax - breathing in... and then out...
...And then opened one eye to look at the scttered writing impliments with an almost pathetic-whiney sort of look, before muttering under her breath "Screw it" and resuming the frenzied sorting and storing of the spilled objects.
It was probably the fifteenth time she'd gotten to this frantic level in the shelter of her room this week. What with moving back into Cloudtower after the off season, into a new room, with a new roommate (one who seems to want control as much as Allyson needs it), and so much else just pushing her brain into meltdown, this had been a stressful week... And by the looks of things, it wasn't going to get much easier until after the dance was over (because she has to make an appearance, keep the cool-collected-regal facade going into this year also).
And that wasn't even including the fact that at the moment more than just the writing impliments are getting to her. The curtians at her left aren't hanging right (the folds... they're not even), and the way her roommate's bed had been made earlier didn't fit the same way she made her own, and so the not-matching was an issue she still debated bringing up at some point (soon; before she got too irked by it), and just ...random little things, all seeming huge in the face of even huger things, and somehow also seeming so tiny and trivial and annoying...
Two whole 'piles' of pens/pencils rolled off the desk, and Allyson tries to catch them, sending another 'pile' rolling into a fourth, and she dropped her head onto the desk, one fist tightly clenching three blue pens, the other curled around nothing and hitting the top of the desk lightly.
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Re: Of Sorting and The Pencils of Doom [Anikka] « Reply #1 on Jun 19, 2007, 2:08pm »
Anikka
How in the world had Anikka gotten stuck with such an obsessive-compulsive weirdo for a roommate? Honestly. She needed beauty sleep, and she couldn't sleep with all of Allyson's clattering pens and pencils and things, now could she? Ever since the day Anikka had arrived to Cloudtower, Allyson had been straightening things and secretly straightening blinds and covers...
Anikka had taken to tilting pictures on the wall, just because she found it amusing to watch the other girl have a minor heart attack and fix it automatically.
But now it was time for rest and no resting was going on. Anikka was officially Irritated. And she couldn't just keep this feeling within herself; oh, no. She had to let it out. So she sat up from her bed where she'd been trying to sleep and sung her legs over the side so that she was just sitting on the bed like she was lounging instead of trying to go to bed.
"Okay, so could you give the pens a rest? You could wake the dead with all of that noise."
It was less of a question and more of a demand. But she couldn't be to overpowering, because apparently that freaked Allyson out as well.
She stood up and stretched, walking lazily into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She had already, but now she was awake and needed something to do. Thanks to her amazingly weird roommate.
[Not the best, but still a response. ^_^ Their butting heads makes me laugh.]
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