☠ 6th Haunt ☠ - [Video]

[hollower]

[It's near noon, and Perona's just gotten out of bed. Still groggy, she rubs her eyes and nearly trips over her journal on the way to the bathroom to wash up. The jolt from her foot initiates the video feed and Perona grumbles, picking up the journal and tossing it carelessly onto her bed where it lays open and records a nice view of the young woman in her white, ruffly pajamas and messy hair as she stretches and bumbles her way towards her bathroom, yawning loudly. Ugh...waking up is so hard...and its started getting colder now, too.

The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]

Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...

[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.

With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]

Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.

Comments

voice;

[trashed]

Then why make a public post? You can't expect everyone to cater to you.

voice;

[hollower]

I didn't make it of my own accord! The blasted book turned on by itself! Had I known it were recording--...I may have asked for people to cater to me in a different way. [She wouldn't have been so forceful, and maybe she might haven been sugary sweet about it. There's always an idiot out there that can fall for the charms of a lovely lady.]

And I don't expect everyone to cater to me...just those who may be willing to do so, horohoro. [The stupid, overly giving and helpful types - her favorite kinds of pack mules and/or servants. ♥]

voice;

[trashed]

That's what they all say. Don't you think you should pay more attention to stuff like that?

[HE IS EYEROLLING SO MUCH except she can't see it.]

You'll probably find a bunch of idiots that would want to.

voice;

[hollower]

Eeeh? Why should I be held responsible for an accident? If you don't like what you see or hear, close the stupid book. If you're only here to complain, then I don't see a need to continue talking to you.

[Perona snorts, and she laughs quietly, voice dropping, though not enough for him not to hear, given how close she is to her Journal now.] I've already found a very stupid idiot...

voice;

[trashed]

[. . .You know, he was about to hang up.

But then he heard her comment.]

I'm not an idiot!

voice;

[hollower]

I never said you were.

[If was just heavily implied.]

...But if you believe that you have the makings of being an idiot, then I can't say much to that, horohorohoro!

voice;

[trashed]

[He groans REALLY loudly in frustration. Because really.]

I don't have the makings of being an idiot, either!

voice;

[hollower]

Congratulations! I'll bet you're so proud of yourself.

[She's snickering, quietly, and already running her fingers through her hair in a lazy effort to comb it. Ugh, she needs to really freshen up. This little brat needs to buzz off already.]

voice;

[trashed]

[B|]

Stop mocking me.

voice;

[hollower]

[8Da]

Oh, was that what I was doing? I'm so very sorry, little boy. I didn't mean to make you upset. If I blow you a kiss, will you feel better? Poor thing...