Thursday, March 25, 2004
Character: Charlie Musgrave
Game: Sailor Myth
The combined scents of chicken wings, Bud Light, and borrowed Pantene hairspray followed the petite blonde as she raced through the library. A tattered black and tan knapsack bounced back and forth as she bounded up the stairs. Cheeks flushed from running in the cold, Charlie searched the study areas frantically. If only those Theta Xi boys hasn't insisted on hanging around HER tables for a full hour past her shift at Hooters, she might have been able to arrive somewhat on time...
There. The group that was leaving... that was hers. With an exaggerated wave, she tried to flag down one of the guys from her class. "Hey! Y'all were doin' stuff fer App'lachian Lit, right?" The loudest twangy whisper she could muster prompted a few rude stares, which Charlie sweetly ignored. "Ah know we were meetin' an hour ago, but these guys jus' wouldn' leave fer th'longest time, an', well, s'why Ah'm late." She leaned against the table, unzipping her gray hoodie to reveal her work uniform as she smiled up apologetically. "Sorry, sugar. Guess Ah should at least hand ya mah part of the study outline, huh?"
Game: Sailor Myth
The combined scents of chicken wings, Bud Light, and borrowed Pantene hairspray followed the petite blonde as she raced through the library. A tattered black and tan knapsack bounced back and forth as she bounded up the stairs. Cheeks flushed from running in the cold, Charlie searched the study areas frantically. If only those Theta Xi boys hasn't insisted on hanging around HER tables for a full hour past her shift at Hooters, she might have been able to arrive somewhat on time...
There. The group that was leaving... that was hers. With an exaggerated wave, she tried to flag down one of the guys from her class. "Hey! Y'all were doin' stuff fer App'lachian Lit, right?" The loudest twangy whisper she could muster prompted a few rude stares, which Charlie sweetly ignored. "Ah know we were meetin' an hour ago, but these guys jus' wouldn' leave fer th'longest time, an', well, s'why Ah'm late." She leaned against the table, unzipping her gray hoodie to reveal her work uniform as she smiled up apologetically. "Sorry, sugar. Guess Ah should at least hand ya mah part of the study outline, huh?"
