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The thing that got her through the days was that she had things to do and wasn't a complete failure. Of course, Addison still though that often because taking the self-hating out of a girl could be hard to do after a while. She'd examined a pregnant woman, she'd danced, she'd been living, it was good.
It was all...good. All good.
Which didn't explain why she was wandering aimlessly, but it was a start. Women could wander all they wanted and it didn't have to mean anything, not a thing. They could even try and load up movies and in Addison's case, cut her fingers up in the process, swearing away. "You stupid..." she cursed, giving the projecter a bit of a smack with her palm that seemed to get it running.
There. Take that, technology.
And where it started...
"Mark, you bastard!" she swore immediately, eyes wide and gaping. She knew that scene, oh my god, she knew that scene, Addison was staring at her having sex with Mark, but...hold up. That wasn't a rendezvous she remembered and since when did Meredith Grey sit as a voyeur with them and comment on the philosophical conditions of interns' lives. "Ohhh, no," Addison realized as she fidgeted with the reel, making it go back.
Strangely, it was better to think of herself as fictional than to think Mark had video cameras all over the room because she couldn't live with that one.
She took a deep breath and tried to play it again, but it seemed stuck on the same scene as before and Addison rubbed her eyes. Worse, it got her a little bothered, given her recent flirtations (pleasant, very, very pleasant) with Jamie.
[ooc: A sort of puncture and it is stuck on this scene.]
It was all...good. All good.
Which didn't explain why she was wandering aimlessly, but it was a start. Women could wander all they wanted and it didn't have to mean anything, not a thing. They could even try and load up movies and in Addison's case, cut her fingers up in the process, swearing away. "You stupid..." she cursed, giving the projecter a bit of a smack with her palm that seemed to get it running.
There. Take that, technology.
And where it started...
"Mark, you bastard!" she swore immediately, eyes wide and gaping. She knew that scene, oh my god, she knew that scene, Addison was staring at her having sex with Mark, but...hold up. That wasn't a rendezvous she remembered and since when did Meredith Grey sit as a voyeur with them and comment on the philosophical conditions of interns' lives. "Ohhh, no," Addison realized as she fidgeted with the reel, making it go back.
Strangely, it was better to think of herself as fictional than to think Mark had video cameras all over the room because she couldn't live with that one.
She took a deep breath and tried to play it again, but it seemed stuck on the same scene as before and Addison rubbed her eyes. Worse, it got her a little bothered, given her recent flirtations (pleasant, very, very pleasant) with Jamie.
[ooc: A sort of puncture and it is stuck on this scene.]