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*wakes up, and notices the note from Orlando lying next to him*
*sleepily* Snicky? Did you know there's a piece of paper here? Snicky? Sniiiiiicky! *huffs, and mutters* Fine, just ignore me...
*reads Orlando's note*
... NEW YORK?!
*grabs his mobile, frantically dialing Orlando's number*
*ring, ring* Hullo! You've reached the voicemail of Orlando Bloom! Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you! Or maybe not! Depends on who you are and what you want! Or you could send me a text! I like getting texts! Or you could just hang up and try again! But my phone might be off because sometimes I just don't want to answer it! Ever feel like that? Anyway, there are several options at both our disposals, so let's make a game of it! Bye! *beep*
Orlando! Orlando, what is so wonderful about New York that you had to go there in the middle of the night, anyway? And you didn't even take ME! Hmmph!
*hangs up*
*sulks*
*sulks some more*
*picks his phone back up and starts punching buttons again*
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Sunday, February 15th, 2004
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*huffs noisily*
Sweetness, would you turn that bloody telly off already? You've sharpened your knives fifteen times today alone, and all the yelling is giving me a headache!
*pout*
Sniiiiiiiiiiiicky... I'm tired of Martha and her stupid trial! When are you going to pay attention to ME?
*whines*
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Tuesday, January 13th, 2004
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*whispers*
Psssst! Orlando!
*pokes*
Hey! Wake up!
*nudges*
Oh birthday booooooooooy...
*backs up, then makes a flying leap onto the bed, jostling Orlando awake*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
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Thursday, January 1st, 2004
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*SHRIEK*
Get up! You get up right now! That's MY bed!
*stamps foot angrily as Billy continues to snore*
Oh, fine!
*huff*
*snatches the blanket off the bed and storms out of the room, curling up in a chair right outside the door*
This. Is just. Great.
*scowl*
*unsuccessfully tries to get comfortable and go to sleep*
This is never going to work!
*sigh*
I hate them all.
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Sunday, December 28th, 2003
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*busily unpacking clothes on the bed*
... so we went looking at shoes, and I tried to find kimonos but didn't find any, and Liv went shopping for some of that mopey music she likes so much, and then I found this silk shirt that was just faaaaaaabulous...
*notices Orlando pacing nervously by the door*
Sweetie, is something wrong? You have been wearing a track in the carpet since we got here! Why don't you stop whispering to that bird and come sit here by me?
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Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
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*attempts to disguise himself behind sunglasses and a newspaper*
I can't believe I'm doing this. I could be home, arranging my kimonos like any normal person would be doing, but no, I'm here about to go off on some wild goose chase where any number of things can go wrong, and why? Because you love him, that's why.
*notices he's getting strange looks from a little old lady sitting nearby*
*snippily* What are you looking at, grandma? Hello, crisis of conscience over here, I don't need an audience, fabulous though I am! That's right, you go on back to your Martha Stewart Living and leave me alone!
*sigh*
He always liked to read Martha Stewart Living.
*sulks*
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Monday, December 22nd, 2003
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*dances around the closet, humming to himself as he arranges his kimonos by colour*
Hmm... light pinks here, I think... dark pinks over there... blues here...
Didn't I have a chartreuse one somewhere?
*stands back and scratches his head*
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Sunday, December 7th, 2003
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| Time: | 12:08 am. |
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*snuggles up next to Orlando, who is no longer wearing his special shirt... or much of anything else, for that matter*
Mmm. Missed you. So how exactly did you manage to sneak back here without the PR stopping you?
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Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003
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| Time: | 10:39 pm. |
| Mood: | snickyyyyyyyyyy. | | Music: | Pet Shop Boys - What Have I Done to Deserve This?. |
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I haven't slept very well the last couple days, and when I wake up alone, it takes me a minute to remember why my snicky isn’t here with me. I’m not used to not having him here, I guess. It’s so much harder than I thought it would be, saying goodbye after we’ve had such a time.
*SIGH*
But of course, the nasty PR had to ruin it. They came and cruelly and mercilessly ripped him away from me! My snicky belongs here with me and they had no right to do that! *whinge*
I just want my snicky back. I miss him so much, it hurts.
*SIGH, again*
I badly need a drink, a fag, and a shag. Not necessarily in that order. Mostly I just need my snicky.
*SIGH*
Maybe I’ll ring Buttersnatch and see if she’ll let me have a crack at her liquor cabinet. I know she always keeps it well-stocked. I don’t think I can handle this sober. *sniffle*
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Friday, November 28th, 2003
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Snicky! Snickyyyyyyyyyy!
*sees Orlando fighting the Orlando-bot*
Ooh, there he is! Or... wait... is it that one? Oooh, go snicky! Or is that one my snicky? Owwww... that must have hurt... oh! There's my smoking jacket! That must be MY snicky! Oh, go snicky!
*shrieks as Orlando-bot slices the jacket*
Heeeeeeeeeeey! That's VINTAGE, you overgrown toaster oven! Oh! I hope my snicky's alright, I... oh good. He's not hurt! Kill it snicky! Kill it! Oh! Poor snicky! Owww... I bet that must have hurt, too...
Well, there goes his shirt. Ooooh, he means business now! That's my snicky! Oooh! He won! He won! Oh my, did you see that? He tore up that robot with his bare hands! Oh, that's my snicky, so strong! That's my snicky! Hey, that's my snicky! *looks around and realises no one else is around watching the fight*
Oh, but my snicky won! He won! Just look at my poor darling snicky, all covered in blood, and sweat, and dirt...
*runs toward him*
Snicky! Snicky! I'm coming! I'll take care of you, darling!
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*Craig wanders into the lobby and attempts to walk past the front desk. A pretty girl looks up from behind the desk, and smiles.*
Staffer: Can I help you, sir?
Craig: *rolls his eyes and walks to the desk* No, I was just on my way out, since it's really a faaaabulous day for a walk, don't you think? Anyway, I was just leaving, so...
Staffer: *interrupts* I'm sorry, sir. We're under strict orders that no one on the New Line bill is to leave the premises under any circumstances, without signed permission from The PR.
Craig: Look, missy! I am tired of being stuck in this bloody hotel all day! I am TIRED OF IT, and I'm NOT going to put up with it any longer!
Staffer: My name is Brianna, not Missy! See? *pouts prettily and points at tag* Sir, if you'd please just go back to your room...
Craig: *huffily* I don't want to go back to my room.
Staffer: Ohhhh. *whispers* Did you get lost, sir? I can show you the way back if you need some help. I'm off in ten minutes, so if you don't mind waiting around, I can do more than just show you back... *winks flirtatiously*
Craig: ...............
*Craig reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of glitter.*
Craig: Sorry to do this, but... *throws the glitter at the desk staff*
Staffers: *cough* *choke* *wheeze* *HACK*
Craig: Gotta run! Toodles!
*He runs through the lobby and out the front doors to freedom*
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Saturday, October 4th, 2003
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Monday, September 29th, 2003
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*A series of loud noises can be heard coming from inside the hotel room, interspersed with very loud moaning*
*CRASH*
*THUD*
*BANG*
*THUMP*
*SMASH*
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Sunday, September 28th, 2003
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*testily, to the bartender*
I don't care, alright? The way things are going you could just pour me a jigger full of paint thinner, for all I care, and it would still be better than sitting upstairs listening to that noise coming from the next room! I just. Need. A drink. Anything, really, it doesn't bloody matter!
*sighs heavily*
Oh, fine. Just give me a screaming lizard.
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Friday, September 26th, 2003
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*hears loud banging sounds coming from Orlando's room*
Didn't take him long to find a new plaything. *scowl*
*buries his head under the pillows to try to drown out the noise*
*muffled* If I didn't love him so much it hurts, I'd completely hate him right now... *sniffle*
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Wednesday, September 24th, 2003
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Thursday, September 11th, 2003
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*sigh*
I can't bloody take this anymore.
*cracks open the door and peers into the empty Elf Suite, then tiptoes over to Orlando's door and raises his fist to knock, but halts*
What the hell do you think you're doing? Idiot! You are an idiot! Stupid, stupid stupid! Can't fall back into that, eventually you'll just lose him anyway... idiot!
He doesn't even know, I'd wager. Hmph. Typical.
*shuffles back to his own room, but stops in the doorway and stares piningly at Orlando's shut bedroom door*
You're an idiot, Craigie-boy.
*closes his own door, throws himself dejectedly onto his bed and stares at the ceiling*
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Sunday, September 7th, 2003
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*sits by the pool with his almost-empty bottle of rum, listlessly kicking his feet in the water and staring into the pool as if he'd like to throw himself in*
*SIGH*
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Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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Urgh. I sooo need another drink. I cannot believe I emptied the mini-bar.
*spots a member of the hotel staff walking to the pool area*
Garçon! *snaps fingers* Drink menu, please!
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