Emma Grace Frost (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
icecoldfrost) wrote2012-11-29 08:11 am
icecoldfrost) wrote2012-11-29 08:11 am
Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Late Thursday Afternoon.
Emma Frost was bored, desperately needed a study break, and had beat all the levels of Angry Birds on her phone.
No, let's back that up and tell the truth: Emma Frost was lonely, drunk - she'd stolen a bottle of 151 from the store since she couldn't afford to buy it - and bored. She'd finished her homework for the week, and her readings, and there weren't any grad students doing experiments going on at the psych labs to watch.
...what? You had your entertainments, and Emma had hers. And she didn't have a television.
Which was why she was currently drunk-calling/texting people while cutting out the articles from the various society pages about the Thankful Virtues event. Especially the ones that mentioned her.
[OOC: Open post! If you think she called or texted you, she did.]
No, let's back that up and tell the truth: Emma Frost was lonely, drunk - she'd stolen a bottle of 151 from the store since she couldn't afford to buy it - and bored. She'd finished her homework for the week, and her readings, and there weren't any grad students doing experiments going on at the psych labs to watch.
...what? You had your entertainments, and Emma had hers. And she didn't have a television.
Which was why she was currently drunk-calling/texting people while cutting out the articles from the various society pages about the Thankful Virtues event. Especially the ones that mentioned her.
[OOC: Open post! If you think she called or texted you, she did.]