Owl to Chiana
May. 26th, 2007 10:05 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The owl? Long overdue, to be sure. Marla had been sorted weeks ago. But it didn't mean that she had much of a concept of time to begin with. There had been people to ignore. Bars to clean out. Cigarettes to smoke. She was fairly sure the chair by the window of the common room had the permanent stench of cigarette smoke embedded into it now, considering how often she'd lit up there.
Still. That girl, Chiana, at her sorting. Well, they had made a deal. And she'd intrigued Marla. Something that not too many people did. Humanity was boring, as a whole, and she couldn't be bothered with it. Luckily enough, Chiana did not happen to be human, she was pretty sure. Either that or the chick had a weird fucking affinity for make-up.
So, to the Owlery it was. But not without severe problems.
( Owl to Chiana, unwarded )
Still. That girl, Chiana, at her sorting. Well, they had made a deal. And she'd intrigued Marla. Something that not too many people did. Humanity was boring, as a whole, and she couldn't be bothered with it. Luckily enough, Chiana did not happen to be human, she was pretty sure. Either that or the chick had a weird fucking affinity for make-up.
So, to the Owlery it was. But not without severe problems.
( Owl to Chiana, unwarded )