in need of a little entertainment, (open)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:275px; padding:5px; border-left: 10px solid E6E6E6;][atrb=valign,middle][style= height:310px; overflow:auto; padding-right:7px;] In the infirmary, not too far to the left side of the building was the counselor’s stations and such, it wasn’t empty either, in fact one of the rooms was well lit by a rather interesting glass lamp. A glass lamp with a green stems of very Elvin-like coils and stained glass patterns. On the other side of the room, there was a desk and a rather comfortable looking desk chair, which turned opposite of the door to the window outside. Against the suede textile mesh sat Charlotte herself, staring out the window at the beautiful scene of True Cross and its ever-growing structures sprawling across the horizon, and she couldn’t help but take a light sigh at the quietness in the air. She was bored, and that came with being stuck in an office all day waiting for company to arrive, she hadn’t seen a student for a while, and she wondered if Jamie was having any better luck with his students. Earlier that morning she left a coffee on his desk, hopefully he’d get it. Her chair rotated some and she checked her ledger and schedule for all the students who were currently here, her black work dress and short leather skirt barely covering the fleece battle-garment she usually wore beneath it, the outfit paying any and all respects to the woman’s curved body. Cleavage showing like flesh-colored hills, blonde hair in long bangs that curled at the floor beside her; her green eyes showing an immense boredom as she tapped her pen against the desk and stared to her laptop. Lately, there haven’t been a lot of students with problems. Usually that’s something Charlotte would be happy about, but it made her job a little boring… to just be sitting in here in a lonely office all day. Social interaction was something she cherished, and at the moment, she was getting very little of it. She readjusted a picture of her and couple students on her desk, and then finally stood out of the chair with a groan as she walked around the room and fixed up some things: she pushed the small lounge chaise she bought for any of her little clients to relax on to the side a little, fixed a painting of old-Venice on the wall which was slightly crooked, straightened some of the books in the shelves that leaned against the walls of the room, and then finally started to push her desk a little to the side, just to make sure there was enough room for well, walking and all that. “Baaaah…” she sighed as she leaned over and played with a small radio on her desk, her back to the door, leaning over rather promiscuously, though she obviously didn’t care for a moment. Her fingers twisted left and right as she tried to find a station worth listening too, mostly modern music, and what she was looking for was something a bit more- right when she thought of it, she was reaching the dreamy state that barely audible orchestrated tone was able to give her. It was better than nothing, right now she was trying to make the best of the fact that there was nothing happening around here right now. In all honesty, she better get some work soon before she goes off and does something stupid, like stapling herself to the ceiling or something, or stapling someone else to the ceiling… Is that even possible? [/style]

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[LILIAN GREEN]

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