From: razoredwrists@aol.com (Razored Wrists)
Date: 19 Oct 2003 15:01:38 EDT
"SHAKIRA!!!!"
PJ had reached the end of her rope, she'd tried being patient, she'd tried to bide her time. She'd poked and prodded at Lily for information, she'd even tried getting the hideous guard to talk. Even employing her vast knowledge of breaking into (and therefore out of) places had done her no good. She was just plain sick of being there and not even knowing why.
PJ pounded on the door, kicked at it, threw things at it, screaming and growling all the while.
"Let me outta here! I wanna go! Hey! I'll pay you to let me go!" Not that PJ had any money, but Shakira didn't necessarily know that, did she?
"Hey! I have friends you know! Someone's gonna miss me... " PJ's hollering tapered off to a whisper as she finished her sentence.
"...eventually."
PJ threw herself onto the cot and screamed again into the broken down mattress, kicking her feet in a full-on childish pout of frustration. Her whining muffled by the foam padding.
"I wanna goooo.... I wanna see everyone... I wanna go.... Home."
The Mad woman goes... madder?
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