She feels utterly cheated that she did not get an award. She hadn't expected one, because she'd seen that little brat Sanchez flouncing into the hall. But still. You know. Best dress, ceremony--like the HORNS awards.
She did attempt to leave, but all that came of it was an itching sensation and her dress smoking. So Maia is grumpily at the tent, listening grimly to her iPod, and flicking her token at the wall.
She really hopes some hot guy will turn out to be her 'husband'. Maia could use some consummation right now.
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She feels utterly cheated that she did not get an award. She hadn't expected one, because she'd seen that little brat Sanchez flouncing into the hall. But still. You know. Best dress, ceremony--like the HORNS awards.
She did attempt to leave, but all that came of it was an itching sensation and her dress smoking. So Maia is grumpily at the tent, listening grimly to her iPod, and flicking her token at the wall.
She really hopes some hot guy will turn out to be her 'husband'. Maia could use some consummation right now.