Room 420, Friday Afternoon

[sampippy]

Yet another Friday stuck on this insane island.

Even Xanthippe had to admit her chances off getting the hell of this rock anytime soon were looking slim with each day that dragged on. Wasn't for any lack of effort on her part, though. She'd been pleading with her mom practically daily. God, she'd even called her dad once. And she had absolutely nothing to show for it. It was starting to look like defeat.

Also, she'd been extra bored today.

Both of these things led to what she was doing now, which was pinning kind of a lot of posters and fliers on the wall of her room. Or the wall on her side of the room, whatever. All kinds of cool band posters. She'd even heard some of their music! At least she was pretty sure she had.

Whatever. She knew they were cool, and this place was in desperate need of that.

[ooc: Open door, open post!]

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[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

"Might be a bit too much for us neanderthals," he said, rolling his eyes.

[sampippy]

"I'll try not to confuse you too much."

She would do no such thing.

[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

Eggsy politely gave her a two fingered salute for that one. Because he was a rude little shit.

[sampippy]

Xanthippe raised her eyebrows at him. "That literally means nothing to me."

[myfaireggsy.livejournal.com]

"Ain't my fault," he said, shrugging. It was safe to say it was rude at least. But then again, that was most of their interactions.

[sampippy]

Well, she was only illiterate in non-US hand signals, not so much reading general rudeness.

"No, it's good, not getting it means I can give your petty bull exactly as little attention as it deserves. Which is none."