Santana Lopez

[Guess who is super bored out of her gorgeous skull! That's right, unaware of any upcoming action, little miss Santana over here is laying on the floor, her legs propped up on/against her bed. It's a very ladylike position. She is so very bored, in fact, that she is painting her fingernails...and then removing the polish, only to start over again.]

God, this place sucks.


[mainly just set-up for the event; LOL ALL HER POSTS ARE EXACTLY THE SAME sob]

[Santana is on a manhunt. She is stomping her way down the halls and larger rooms and will soon be heading outside in this thorough search.

She checked Kurt's room first, of course. She's not stupid. He wasn't there, which just meant the pain was delayed.

As the network and/or random passersby may notice, she is muttering something under her breath. Something along the lines of...]

"...going to kill him."

[and:]

"As if I'd ever touch him."

[also:]

"--if he's told other people, I swear..."

[and so on.]

[Santana, who is STAYING ON THE REAL SIDE, thank you very much, has managed to miss seeing her pathetic mirror. This is kind of impressive, because as can be seen on the network every so often is the two of them juuuuust missing the other before turning a corner or leaving a room.

It's like a ridiculous montage in a sitcom.

Anyway. Santana's in an...all right mood, being mostly amused with the mirrors she's met. It helps that there was no switching going on.

But she doesn't want to stick around her room, just in case her loser mirror self shows up, so she goes outside. Apparently missing the Cheerios a little, she decides to pass some time doing random cartwheels. Why not? She's even playing the part and is wearing the uniform for the first time in awhile.

Ah, nostalgia.]