Fifth floor hallway, Monday afternoon
Apr. 17th, 2006 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintAs Nadia wandered her way back up towards her room after lunch, she noticed that the air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke. She turned the corner towards her room, wondering who would be smoking in the hallways up here, and spotted a walking, smoking skeleton wearing a scarf, a pink frilly hat, and a rather snazy pair of pants and belt, wandering from door to door, knocking solemnly.
Because, really, there wasn't a way for a skeleton, in her opinion, to be anything but solemn.
The skeleton seemed to see her and stopped and stared at her.
She stared back.
It finished its cigarette, ground it out on the palm of one bony hand, tucked the butt into one snazy pants pocket, and continued staring at her.
She continued staring back.
It looked . . . bereft. But she had no cigarettes.
She offered it a brownie instead, but it shook its head. No stomach, it seemed to be saying.
That is very sad, she seemed to say back.
You get used to it, it seemed to be saying, in a very self-pitying manner.
Still, she seemed to say back, I'm sad for you.
She gave an exaggerated frown to make this as clear as possible, and ate the offered brownie herself.
Then it occurred to her. She ducked into her room, and after a bit of ripping of paper and licking of paper and rolling of paper and things, she returned with a small, narrow, roll-up which she offered to the skeleton, along with a light.
The skeleton took the offered doobie with solemn pleasure. Thank you, it seemed to say. You have made my skeletal existence complete. Except, of course, would you happen to have a shirt or shoes? As most people will not let me into their business establishment without them.
A shirt, yes, she seemed to say back. But my only extra shoes are heels, and I need those for prom.
Prom, the skeleton seemed to say wistfully. Such fond memories. Do you have a date?
Not yet, she seemed to say back. But I am working on that. I would ask you to go to prom with me, only, you're a skeleton. No lips. Though I'm sure you're a lovely dancer.
That's alright, it seemed to say.
Nadia gave it an old shirt. It pulled this on, and wandered off, sadly shmoking as it went.
Nadia watched it go. Farewell, skeletal friend, she seemed to say. I hope you find some shoes so that you will be allowed into business establishments!
Then she went into her room and took a nap.
[ooc: zomg, I'm bored.]
Because, really, there wasn't a way for a skeleton, in her opinion, to be anything but solemn.
The skeleton seemed to see her and stopped and stared at her.
She stared back.
It finished its cigarette, ground it out on the palm of one bony hand, tucked the butt into one snazy pants pocket, and continued staring at her.
She continued staring back.
It looked . . . bereft. But she had no cigarettes.
She offered it a brownie instead, but it shook its head. No stomach, it seemed to be saying.
That is very sad, she seemed to say back.
You get used to it, it seemed to be saying, in a very self-pitying manner.
Still, she seemed to say back, I'm sad for you.
She gave an exaggerated frown to make this as clear as possible, and ate the offered brownie herself.
Then it occurred to her. She ducked into her room, and after a bit of ripping of paper and licking of paper and rolling of paper and things, she returned with a small, narrow, roll-up which she offered to the skeleton, along with a light.
The skeleton took the offered doobie with solemn pleasure. Thank you, it seemed to say. You have made my skeletal existence complete. Except, of course, would you happen to have a shirt or shoes? As most people will not let me into their business establishment without them.
A shirt, yes, she seemed to say back. But my only extra shoes are heels, and I need those for prom.
Prom, the skeleton seemed to say wistfully. Such fond memories. Do you have a date?
Not yet, she seemed to say back. But I am working on that. I would ask you to go to prom with me, only, you're a skeleton. No lips. Though I'm sure you're a lovely dancer.
That's alright, it seemed to say.
Nadia gave it an old shirt. It pulled this on, and wandered off, sadly shmoking as it went.
Nadia watched it go. Farewell, skeletal friend, she seemed to say. I hope you find some shoes so that you will be allowed into business establishments!
Then she went into her room and took a nap.
[ooc: zomg, I'm bored.]
