Thud.
The cat jumps angrily as the bag hits the floor rolling aggressively, spilling the contents across the floor like the entrails of a fresh kill.
Dammit.
For a moment, it looks as though she just might collapse on the bed right then and there, but then again, she argues to herself, it would just lead to that awkward period of listening to the nearby computer clicking every few seconds and the sounds of the cat ruffling through the contents of the bag.
Some higher power puppeteers her down to the floor where she awkwardly cleans the new mess. The cat watches silently from it's spot on the bed as she crams the assortment of notebooks, make-up, papers and small electronics back into the bag unceremoniously not seeming to notice a few pieces of laundry caught in between.
She hovers across a path on the floor into the desk chair causing it to hiss softly with her weight. Fingers begin to work at the keyboard even before the screen comes to life.
The world flashes in brief LED blips reflected on her glasses. After a few minutes her pupils suddenly dilate.
DAMMIT.
Piles of books and clothes fly through the air as she dives for the bag, tearing through it. A soft alarm sounds from her computer at just the same moment. Without looking she hits the keyboard and a woman's face appears in the corner of the screen.
“Hey lady! Are you there? You weren't answering your phone earlier.”
She ignores the voice as she tears through the few remaining things left in the bag.
“WOMAN. At least say something so I know you're alive...”
An angry growl erupts beneath a nearby pile.
“Wow, you sound a little pissy today Lady. What's the matter? Did Geegee get into your box o' nasties again? ”
Suddenly she emerges clutching a very disgruntled looking piece of yellow paper and rushes to the desk.
“I've really got to come over there someday and get that place straightened out. You'd be much happier without all that crap around. I'm sure Geegee wouldn't complain either.”
Without looking up she begins to rub the yellow sheet across the corner of the desk in an attempt to make it look less neglected.
“Anyway, did you get that video text I sent you? I almost died when I saw that thing walking down the street. It was H-U-L-A-R-U-S hilarious!”
“It's spelled H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S.” she mutters, now looking for a writing implement.
The woman doesn't even notice the correction and continues, “Lady, it was so funny. It was like watching an elephant from Dr. Seuss go Gothic. I thought I was going to vomit it was so disgusting! It's one of those things you just have to watch once in your life to be complete.”
Having found a pencil she began to write furiously across the paper.
“So, what ARE you doing over there? Did you forget to hand in your paperwork again? I told you yesterday the deadline was today. Don't you ever listen to me? Sheesh. I handed mine in weeks ago.”
She reached for the half-emptied bag, nearly tossing Geegee in the process who had decided to fuss with the remains of the bag while she was preoccupied.
“Val, can you feed Geegee for me?”
“Sure Lady, whatever you say. I'll be over right after-”
“Thanks Val.” She interrupted, turning off her computer and rushing out the door in one swift motion.
Thud.
The door slammed shut and she tore off down the street with her bag in one hand and the yellow sheet in the other. An angry meow from her bag nearly made her jump in the subway station.
“Geegee... What the hell...”
She thought for a moment of dumping the cat right there in the station, but was interrupted with the train's arrival.
