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wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-02-11 01:33 pm
wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-02-11 01:33 pm
Room 418, Friday Evening
Cara was twitchy.
She was also still sneezing, but after an entire day of pausing every so often to sneeze explosively, that almost went without saying at this point. It only added to her general air of twitchiness, though. Her skin felt too hot and too tight, and she didn't-quite-itched down to her bones as she stalked from one corner of the room to the other in bursts of nervous energy.
Someone was not a happy camper.
[OOC: post open, door cracked, Mord'Sith sneezing]
She was also still sneezing, but after an entire day of pausing every so often to sneeze explosively, that almost went without saying at this point. It only added to her general air of twitchiness, though. Her skin felt too hot and too tight, and she didn't-quite-itched down to her bones as she stalked from one corner of the room to the other in bursts of nervous energy.
Someone was not a happy camper.
[OOC: post open, door cracked, Mord'Sith sneezing]