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paradisalost2007-03-28 07:02 pm
percipience.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2007-03-28 07:02 pm
[thread] Yazoo and ducks get caught in the Lana frustration vortex
Who: Lana, Yazoo, Duckies
What: Lana's throwing a fit and Yazoo wanders upon it
When: This afternoon/evening
Where: Lana's room/hallway
Rating: R for language
Lana had propped her door open to get a nice cross breeze through her room due to the beautiful temperature outside. She hadn't had any duck problems yet which she supposed was good. She didn't particularly like duck poop on her things.
What WASN'T good was her inability to be productive at ALL with her HAND! There was a littering of pens that she'd flung in frustration scattered all about her floor. Some guitar tabs were strewn in a corner and she was now, after giving up writing with her hand again, attempting to tie her shoe. If she did it ever so slowly and carefully....she could do it....she'd gotten one earlier but then chosen to just not wear shoes rather than deal with two left hands trying to tie the other one. She was SO determined, though, to beat this stupid thing that the castle had thrown at her that she had been trying all afternoon to do all of the things it was preventing her from doing. At this point, after failing all of the tasks she'd set out for herself, she was very frustrated. VERY...FRUSTRATED!
For the three-hundreth time the knot on her shoe slipped through as she was trying to pull it tight. "GOD DAMNIT!" she swore loudly. She stood up and tossed her free shoe down onto the floor then picked up her foot and yanked off the other one. "SHIT!" she yelled as well as she tripped, trying to pull off her other shoe. She almost went down but caught herself, her shoe popping off as she did so. She began to rant a long string of profanity and chucked the shoe out her door. It hit the opposite door from hers with a satisfying thud and she plopped herself down in her chair and let her head drop down to her desk with a resounding CLUNK. She whimpered pathetically as she sat like that with her arms outstretched over her desk and her forehead pressed against it.
What: Lana's throwing a fit and Yazoo wanders upon it
When: This afternoon/evening
Where: Lana's room/hallway
Rating: R for language
Lana had propped her door open to get a nice cross breeze through her room due to the beautiful temperature outside. She hadn't had any duck problems yet which she supposed was good. She didn't particularly like duck poop on her things.
What WASN'T good was her inability to be productive at ALL with her HAND! There was a littering of pens that she'd flung in frustration scattered all about her floor. Some guitar tabs were strewn in a corner and she was now, after giving up writing with her hand again, attempting to tie her shoe. If she did it ever so slowly and carefully....she could do it....she'd gotten one earlier but then chosen to just not wear shoes rather than deal with two left hands trying to tie the other one. She was SO determined, though, to beat this stupid thing that the castle had thrown at her that she had been trying all afternoon to do all of the things it was preventing her from doing. At this point, after failing all of the tasks she'd set out for herself, she was very frustrated. VERY...FRUSTRATED!
For the three-hundreth time the knot on her shoe slipped through as she was trying to pull it tight. "GOD DAMNIT!" she swore loudly. She stood up and tossed her free shoe down onto the floor then picked up her foot and yanked off the other one. "SHIT!" she yelled as well as she tripped, trying to pull off her other shoe. She almost went down but caught herself, her shoe popping off as she did so. She began to rant a long string of profanity and chucked the shoe out her door. It hit the opposite door from hers with a satisfying thud and she plopped herself down in her chair and let her head drop down to her desk with a resounding CLUNK. She whimpered pathetically as she sat like that with her arms outstretched over her desk and her forehead pressed against it.