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creatingalegacy) wrote2012-02-13 10:37 pm
creatingalegacy) wrote2012-02-13 10:37 pm
SPAM for George Crabtree - late evening
[Amanda stands outside George's door for a few minutes, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She doesn't get "crushes" anymore; if she can't stick someone in a trap and then present the recording to George as a token of her affections, what other way is there to grab his attention? That always worked for John.
She had to find a different way to show him that she'd taken notice of him, and what better way than to exercise her quiet stalking skills? Carefully, she slips the manilla envelope she holds under his door. Inside are candid photographs she'd taken of George throughout the day: in the corridors, eating in the dining hall, etc. Atop these is a little note, written in her most flowery handwriting (which really isn't at all flowery, just less cramped and rushed), that reads "I've been observing you."
She means it in the most benign way possible.
That done, she knocks loudly on his door and sprints around the corner, to watch without being seen.]
She had to find a different way to show him that she'd taken notice of him, and what better way than to exercise her quiet stalking skills? Carefully, she slips the manilla envelope she holds under his door. Inside are candid photographs she'd taken of George throughout the day: in the corridors, eating in the dining hall, etc. Atop these is a little note, written in her most flowery handwriting (which really isn't at all flowery, just less cramped and rushed), that reads "I've been observing you."
She means it in the most benign way possible.
That done, she knocks loudly on his door and sprints around the corner, to watch without being seen.]
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I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
[Damn her sudden inability to admit to it!]
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[So helpful!]
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[She's trying so hard to sound above it all, and it's just not working.]
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[Because you won't sweep her off her feet, George! How cruel.]
I'm not gonna get shit.
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[Why won't you love her D:]
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You don't know that.
[George is already plotting.]
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Most of my friends are gone, and I don't have a...you know.
[And this is the first time she's wanted a you-know-what in about four years. Congrats, George!]
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That doesn't mean you can't have new friends.