selphie_t: (bitch please)
[Oh Selphie is not happy, not impressed and royally pissed off. She'd planned on cooking a big dinner for Ceodore and everybody and then the porn happened.

Porn.

So sadly, Selphie is a little out of sorts right now and in need of a good talking down. Someone be a dear and help with that? She opens up her journal and snaps the following.]


Boys suck!

The end.

[And then the journal is slammed shut and thrown across the room.]
selphie_t: (Kid Selphie 1)
[ooc: Forwarded dated to tomorrow morning because argh, I'll be away from the comp like... all day. D:]

[Anywho, Selphie's feeling a bit odd today. More than a bit odd though. She got up at the usual time and her bed felt... bigger than usual. After rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Selphie sees her feet. Those little tiny feet which leads to seeing the little tiny hands which leads to... jumping on the bed. She'll be cheering as the mattress creaks like it's nobody's business before she lands on the floor with a loud thud.

Eventually... she'll go running amock in the house in a shirt that's much too big for her tiny frame before finding the kitchen. If certain people in the house listen closely, things are crashing and banging in the kitchen but nothing's breaking --

Spoke too soon. There goes a plate or two.

Before too much longer, Selphie discovers the front door and after putting on a pair of boots that are much too big for her, she yells excitedly before jumping into a pile of snow and giggling like the six-year-old she's turned into, she'll start making snow angels before wandering onto the path to make her way into town.

The question is, where do you run into Selphie?]

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