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hurtingzeebo) wrote2011-12-11 09:28 pm
hurtingzeebo) wrote2011-12-11 09:28 pm
Entry tags:
- 402,
- bde,
- ic,
- kill the pig,
- the nothing
Room 402, Sunday night
Sam had taken her time making her way back up to her room from Special Collections, still rather muddy, with war paint streaks on her cheeks, her spear clutched in her hand.
She was going to miss that wacky little pig hunting island.
She made it back to her room and immediately booted up her computer, checking to see if it could get an internet connection, and then heading to iCarly.com to make sure it had come back properly, then sent Carly a v-chat request.
Carly answered right away, looking amused. "What are you wearing?"
Sam smiled broadly, hugging her spear. All was right in her world.
[ooc: expecting one, but also open]
She was going to miss that wacky little pig hunting island.
She made it back to her room and immediately booted up her computer, checking to see if it could get an internet connection, and then heading to iCarly.com to make sure it had come back properly, then sent Carly a v-chat request.
Carly answered right away, looking amused. "What are you wearing?"
Sam smiled broadly, hugging her spear. All was right in her world.
[ooc: expecting one, but also open]