Another ficcie for moi! I really don't need another one..but this one is short. I think. D; Whatever. Just read, don't flame, my tiny ego can't handle it.
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"BEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! ******** BEEP, MAN!!!" yelled the alarm clock. Shimi eyed it angrily, and slapped a hand on it. She sat up straight and yawned. The other bed in the room was empty, and the alarm clock read 'NOON, YO'.
"Hmm..I'm gonna be late..." she murmured, picking up her black cat, sticking it on her head, and pulling her katana from the wall and sticking it in it's sheath. Her romani glasses were on a hook on the door, and she quickly put them on.
And she shuffled out of her house. Still clad in her pajamas.
She walked sleepily to Lindsay's house, where she opened the basement door and went downstairs.
There sat the Trohmania headquarters. A series of cubicles. And a long hallway, which had a cheap cardboard sign taped above it, with 'CANCER WARD- LEFT, LINDSAY'S OFFICE, RIGHT, OTHER STUFF- THE OTHER DIRECTIONS' written on it in red sharpie.
Shimi went to her cubicle, and sat in her awesome spinny chair that DIDN'T hurt her a**. She decided to spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin, untill she almost puked into the paper shredder.
She shuddered, and admired her awesomely decorated cubicle.
Pictures of Daron adorned the walls, two of which exposed his a** and..the..erm..front part. Lindsay had said that the latter was inappropriate, and hilariously small at the same time, but Shimi kept it up anyways. The rest of System was up there too, as well as Slipknot, and Fall Out Boy. Her 3 most favoritestest bands.
A crack pipe sat next to the speakers, with a small plastic bag full of crack right next to it.
"Hullo, Shimi," Kelsie said, tugging a red leather leash, which was attatched to a red leather collar, which was around Shavarsh Odadjian's neck.
"CRAAAAAAAAACCCCKK!!!" he screamed, diving for Shimi's crack pipe.
"NO! NOT MR. JACK."
John shuffled in, rubbing his eyes.
"All A Crews must be in by 11:30.." he murmured.
"Ooh, good job Mr. Punctual." Shimi said.
John did a double take at the clock. Which was broken, litterally into pieces, and below some rather lovely and abstract art by Vartan Malakian.
Only we can read it. D:<
"Eh. Whatever." he grumbled, sitting down at his cubicle. Which was covered with angry scribbles. And a pair on beautiful white socks that had a blue stripe on the bottom. They kept his feet warm and were quite lovely.
"SPINNING BACK FIST!!" screamed a familiar voice, as a figure came from the shadows and attempted to backfist Shimi.
{{ surprised Cliffie! Kinda!!}}
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"BEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! ******** BEEP, MAN!!!" yelled the alarm clock. Shimi eyed it angrily, and slapped a hand on it. She sat up straight and yawned. The other bed in the room was empty, and the alarm clock read 'NOON, YO'.
"Hmm..I'm gonna be late..." she murmured, picking up her black cat, sticking it on her head, and pulling her katana from the wall and sticking it in it's sheath. Her romani glasses were on a hook on the door, and she quickly put them on.
And she shuffled out of her house. Still clad in her pajamas.
She walked sleepily to Lindsay's house, where she opened the basement door and went downstairs.
There sat the Trohmania headquarters. A series of cubicles. And a long hallway, which had a cheap cardboard sign taped above it, with 'CANCER WARD- LEFT, LINDSAY'S OFFICE, RIGHT, OTHER STUFF- THE OTHER DIRECTIONS' written on it in red sharpie.
Shimi went to her cubicle, and sat in her awesome spinny chair that DIDN'T hurt her a**. She decided to spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin. And spin, untill she almost puked into the paper shredder.
She shuddered, and admired her awesomely decorated cubicle.
Pictures of Daron adorned the walls, two of which exposed his a** and..the..erm..front part. Lindsay had said that the latter was inappropriate, and hilariously small at the same time, but Shimi kept it up anyways. The rest of System was up there too, as well as Slipknot, and Fall Out Boy. Her 3 most favoritestest bands.
A crack pipe sat next to the speakers, with a small plastic bag full of crack right next to it.
"Hullo, Shimi," Kelsie said, tugging a red leather leash, which was attatched to a red leather collar, which was around Shavarsh Odadjian's neck.
"CRAAAAAAAAACCCCKK!!!" he screamed, diving for Shimi's crack pipe.
"NO! NOT MR. JACK."
John shuffled in, rubbing his eyes.
"All A Crews must be in by 11:30.." he murmured.
"Ooh, good job Mr. Punctual." Shimi said.
John did a double take at the clock. Which was broken, litterally into pieces, and below some rather lovely and abstract art by Vartan Malakian.
Only we can read it. D:<
"Eh. Whatever." he grumbled, sitting down at his cubicle. Which was covered with angry scribbles. And a pair on beautiful white socks that had a blue stripe on the bottom. They kept his feet warm and were quite lovely.
"SPINNING BACK FIST!!" screamed a familiar voice, as a figure came from the shadows and attempted to backfist Shimi.
{{ surprised Cliffie! Kinda!!}}
