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on_her_korhalEverything about her smelled like salt. She was angry, she was miserable, and she couldn't afford yet another hangover.
There were few words for how happy Sarah Kerrigan was to find her hotel room devoid of any roommates. She fell on the bed with an oomph, glared up at the ceiling, then groped sideways for the phone.
It took a couple of reroutes (and probably added a couple of mental scars to some of the poor fools she got on the phone) but eventually, she hoped, she got the line she wanted.
"I think I'm going to kill someone," she spoke into the phone, with the tone of voice of someone who had said that same line a couple of times over the past half hour, and who didn't mind communicating the sentiment again one bit.
[ for one call, roomie modded with permission ]
There were few words for how happy Sarah Kerrigan was to find her hotel room devoid of any roommates. She fell on the bed with an oomph, glared up at the ceiling, then groped sideways for the phone.
It took a couple of reroutes (and probably added a couple of mental scars to some of the poor fools she got on the phone) but eventually, she hoped, she got the line she wanted.
"I think I'm going to kill someone," she spoke into the phone, with the tone of voice of someone who had said that same line a couple of times over the past half hour, and who didn't mind communicating the sentiment again one bit.
[ for one call, roomie modded with permission ]
