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Room 209, Friday Evening
Jul. 5th, 2013 09:37 pmSo, tomorrow was Picnic Day, which meant all kinds of fresh blood arriving to the island. All kinds. It also meant that it was the ass end of break week, and Sparkle hadn't gone out and done anything exceptionally ridiculous the whole time. He'd even mostly behaved himself on Canada Day. On Canada Day, when he could have been getting drunk and high and lighting small buildings on fire for shits and giggles or something.
Well, tonight, he was going to do something, if he had any say in the matter. He had pulled out like every cosmetic item to his name, and now he was poking through the lot of it, picking out this and that and just generally contemplating what face he was going to present to whatever poor idiot managed to get themselves stuck on the island this time.
"I could go blonde," he mused, pulling out a bottle of hair bleach. "I actually do blonde pretty well."
Tonight was going to be fun.
[Expecting one, but the room is open for anyone who might happen to wander by. Sparkle's got the door cracked open.]
Well, tonight, he was going to do something, if he had any say in the matter. He had pulled out like every cosmetic item to his name, and now he was poking through the lot of it, picking out this and that and just generally contemplating what face he was going to present to whatever poor idiot managed to get themselves stuck on the island this time.
"I could go blonde," he mused, pulling out a bottle of hair bleach. "I actually do blonde pretty well."
Tonight was going to be fun.
[Expecting one, but the room is open for anyone who might happen to wander by. Sparkle's got the door cracked open.]
