Juno had decided to return to work as there wasn't anything else for it but to wait for a phone call, 'we're going to make plans for our trip to the hospital; coming along?' and so she got to the business of working on a flash for one of her customers.
Every so often as she worked she would glance up at the clock on the wall. She had invited people to call her, right? She couldn't linger in that crowded apartment any longer -- were they that offended with her? Cliques weren't just for high school. That was probably the issue right there -- people too busy looking at the cutiepies and not paying attention to her. Minutes turned into hours and no calls had come through.
If anything, she believed in a turnaround of agreements. I agree to take your phone calls and you agree to let me work with you.
The Manticoress in her raged against this perceived act of rudeness; why, in Arcadia her Durance assured that she could deal with such infractions with a swift crushing blow of a paw, but....did they care about her willingness to help? That she saw it as being polite to wait to be asked? What was wrong with people?
She took a sip of bottled water as she glowered at the now hated phone. Where were they? Did they really want her help, or was it just another blow-off disguised as a mannerly 'see you when we see you'? They were supposed to go in a group, right? or at least meet first to make their plans. That's why she held off going to the hospital on her own initiative.
Wait a moment, it hadn't even been a day yet. But wasn't it a crisis situation?
Somebody had "The Phantom of the Opera" playing in the shop DVD player. She hated that movie. The Phantom was a fucking stalker, pure and simple. Couldn't dip his wick so he had to kill a bunch of people for some weird compensatory issue on his end.
Or wait. He was an artist who had been ripped off, so maybe she could empathize with him somewhat.
Stepping out into the alley for a smoke, her darkening mood didn't stop her from focusing on some plywood. She wanted to break something and since it was part of a broken shelf that had been removed from the shop, entirely legal. If anyone asked, she could tell them that it was being broken up for the dumpster. Needed to be done anyway.