second strike | video | open, backdated to the evening of the 24th

[twelfthspark]

[Instead of Arlene's face, the video is a lovely view of a crappy popcorn ceiling; the phone must be sitting on something (her bed, actually.) From the sound of it, she's not far away, and she sounds panicky.]

This is a disaster. Is this another echo? Don't answer that, I already know. I got that gross feeling again right before this happened.

[She picks up the phone, revealing that a long section of her hair on either side is standing up in a way that would normally require glue or wires, giving the impression of antennae, or perhaps thin curved-back horns.]

They won't go away! I've tried basically everything short of cutting them off--I can't just cut chunks of my hair off, I have rehearsal tomorrow!--and it keeps popping back up like this. I can't go to class looking like a freaking bug! How do I fix it?!

Comments

[twelfthspark]

You know, it's sad that that's not the dumbest thing I've ever seen.

[jasminebloominginshadow]

I figure it's like that one guy from that one game. What's it called? Last Legend 7?

[twelfthspark]

I don't know, something like that. I don't really do video games.

[I am laughing at the irony XD A+]

[jasminebloominginshadow]

It's the only frame of reference I have.

Anyway, I'm Jasmine.

[twelfthspark]

Nerd. I'm Arlene.

[jasminebloominginshadow]

And proud of it. Nice too meet you, Arlene.