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Posted by PRUDENCE on September 13th, 2008 @ 6:43pm
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Frustrated, internal swearing floods the Ether from Prudence's general direction. Nothing comes out quite coherent, being more the equivalent of muttering under one's breath with frenzied rapidity, but anyone paying attention can get the general gist of it anyways.
The reason? It might have something to do with the middle aged man stalking the hall outside her office. Or the sharp, stinging pain Prudence experiences as she ducks under her desk and hits her head on the sliding keyboard drawer.
Thankfully, Pru is able to take a swift exit, stage left -- the beauty of teleportation. Within seconds she's back safely within the confines of Evelyn's Fortress of Solitude.
I be-lieeeeve, Prudence begins, more internal monologue than an intentional broadcast, it's time for Professorly Prudence to disappear again. Fucking taxman.
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| two: should i stay or should i go? |
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Posted by PRUDENCE on August 31st, 2008 @ 9:54pm
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There's a sense of familiarity today, along with the mental equivalent of an aftertaste (if you could call it that) of a battered checkered board and the corresponding pieces -- like an image burned into back of your eyelids, even though you've looked away. Pru had been considering her moves in a transcontinental chess game, played through a series of letters.
You'd think I'd be some good after however many years, but nooope. Still crap. There was another six months worth of game gone down the toilet.
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| one: i'm walking on sunshine, oh oh! |
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Posted by PRUDENCE on August 5th, 2008 @ 5:27pm
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The slightest breeze is passing, but that's not what's making the hairs on the back of Prudence's neck stand on end. There's some screaming in the distance, but she doesn't feel it prudent (harr harr) to interfere. She keeps walking, leaving the darkness of some backalley for the sunnier environment of a London main street and the scent of fish and chips, but the suspicion and discomfort are still there.
Okay, my Spidey senses are officially tingling. Still tongue-in-cheek as always, but something is definitely up.
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