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Post by Prudence on Oct 21, 2009 0:55:26 GMT -5
It mocks me, she snarled mentally. The cursor flashed its infernal constant flash on the still-empty Word document. Since Pip and Allastor had left, Prudence hadn’t been able to get any sort of writing done. Instead, she stared for hours at white space, broken up only by that blasted flashing cursor, taunting her about her inability to write. Every so often, she thought she might have something, and held the Shift key down while searching for the right word to start a sentence, but no words ever came to her. She frowned deeply at her own laptop and turned slightly away to nurse a cup of Darjeeling tea.
Maybe it was too quiet without those troublemakers around, she thought. Then she came to her senses and realized that, no, it was just quiet enough, thank-you-very-much. It was just peaceful enough to get some serious writing done, if not for this accursed writers’ block.
Truth be told, the problem lay in this “plague” thing. Prudence had never thought that anything could rob her of her beloved writing, but inspiration was hard to come by when one was worried that the actual Biblical Apocalypse might be approaching. All the plague literature she could consume had quickly gotten depressing. She wanted, desperately, to get some of these fears on paper so they wouldn’t eat her alive like another pestilence. And yet, when she started up Word, the only thing on the page was that eternally-blinking cursor.
Prudence sighed and stared at the ceiling instead. It was a change of scenery, at least.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 21, 2009 13:35:23 GMT -5
Grumbles a bit about boredom on his flight to America. With a smirk, he dialed the number to Prudence's cell phone. "Heh-heh-heh...pick up the phone, smut girl..."
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Post by Prudence on Oct 21, 2009 20:37:27 GMT -5
Prudence was surprised to hear the sound of her ringtone fill the study. Normally, she turned her phone off while writing, to eliminate distractions. It was the same reason she shut off her wireless internet detecting. This weirdness must have been getting to her more than she realized, if she had forgotten something so basic. She picked up the phone to check to see who it was, and if answering would be worth it.
Upon seeing the name on her screen, she had her doubts. She sighed, as if annoyed by a child, and put the phone down on the desk. “I don’t have time...,” she muttered to herself. Instead, she turned back to her laptop. The cursor blinked in time to the tune of her ringtone; both of them taunting her. She sighed another deep, aggravated sigh and reached for the phone again.
“What?” she snarled by way of greeting.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 21, 2009 22:02:03 GMT -5
The curt greeting only made him chuckle quietly as he spoke. "ARE YOU NAKED?!" With that being said, he hung up and started laughing hard. "She's gonna fuckin' kill me..."
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Post by Prudence on Oct 22, 2009 14:53:39 GMT -5
Prudence pulled the phone away from her ear and brought it in front of her face to look at in disbelief. If it had been anyone else, her eyes would have bulged and her entire expression would have been contorted into a cartoonish expression of shock. But it wasn’t anyone else. It was Gary Stu himself. So instead she peered at her phone with half-lidded eyes and one cocked eyebrow, as if asking the phone if it was serious, relaying a message like that to her. The phone responded with a dial tone.
Prudence sighed her best exasperated sigh, and calmly hung up the phone and called back. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Allastor to pick up.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 22, 2009 15:32:43 GMT -5
His phone vibrated in his hand, triggering a grin when he saw who was calling. Answering it quickly and placing it to his ear, he spoke slowly. "Heeeeelloooo, dollface...Miss me already?"
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Post by Prudence on Oct 22, 2009 16:09:40 GMT -5
Prudence ignored his “greeting” and begun. “Look, kiddo. I know you think you’re so hilarious and wacky; so very, very clever, and so edgy and shocking. It’s really quite a feat, actually, because since you can read minds, I would have thought you’d be able to tell otherwise.” She leaned forward, as if going in for the kill with her voice alone. “You are not the clever prankster you think you are. At best, I find your behavior mildly annoying. I’ve met children with better tricks up their sleeves. Frankly, you are accomplishing nothing but embarrassing yourself in front of your current employer’s best friend. That’s right, I don’t feel shocked or outraged by your behavior; I feel bad for you.” Prudence smirked to herself for a moment. “Now, I’d like to get back to trying to write, but please feel free to call me after puberty hits. Maybe changing time zones will finally help it catch up to you.”
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 22, 2009 20:39:14 GMT -5
The only sound coming from his end, was laughter. "Hot damn girl...You truly don't know how to cut loose and act like an idiot...No wonder you are such a prude..." He grinned and leaned back. "I'll tell you what...when I get back from America...I'm gonna loosen you up...who knows...I might even get under your panties..." He sneered into the phone. "How's that sound, bookworm?"
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Post by Prudence on Oct 22, 2009 22:55:53 GMT -5
Prudence laughed airily. "How does that sound? It sounds like I'm going to have to report you for sexual harassment!" she sing-songed, grinning widely. "But you have fun across the pond, pretending that the problem here is me. Meanwhile, I'll continue laughing at things that are actually funny. Toodles, Gary." She cheerfully hung up the phone and turned on her wireless internet detection again. As long as she was in a good mood and not writing anyway, she figured she might as well look up pictures of kittens or something. Or maybe she'd spend a few hours on TV Tropes again.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Oct 23, 2009 15:33:43 GMT -5
He smirked a bit as he put down the phone. "Sexual harassment...? That's a new one..." He closes his eyes relaxing.
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