Post by SongofWindchimes on Aug 4, 2011 21:21:56 GMT -5
Bianca       |
Stupid crappy loaner cell phone. Seriously, what the hell? She'd just charged it. She knew she should feel lucky to have a loaner at all after her pokemon decided that her very expensive cell phone was a toy, but what good was the thing in the first place if it ate battery power like a half-starved Snorlax? She was only finding out now that it had been dead for Arceus-knew-how-long. What if there was an emergency? Or, slightly less urgent but by no means unimportant, what if Alaric called her?
Bianca stood on the sidewalk, shaking the bubblegum-pink cell phone in her hand as if trying to rouse it from its sleep. Or maybe break its non-existent neck, with how vigorously she was doing so. Her muttered stream of curse words was growing in volume and severity, and a few of those words were very likely not English. To top the image off, the Zangoose sitting at her feet was staring at her as if asking 'what the hell is your problem?'
If Bianca were to be completely honest, it wasn't really the piece of garbage of a loaner phone that was pissing her off to such levels. It was the fact that its presence reminded her that she didn't have her phone, and her extreme possessiveness regarding her stuff was causing that to drive her up the wall, despite the fact that it was away to be fixed and would come back. No one said Bianca was an overly rational being.
Finally, she just shoved the loaner back in purse, her string of profanity dissolving into incoherent growling. She needed a drink. Or just a distraction.
