Characters: Janis & Open
Setting: One of the hallways, going somewhere, sometime this afternoon.
Rating: Probably SFW.
Summary: Janis has no voice, and though she has no idea who Job is? She is pretty sure even he doesn't understand her suffering.


Yesterday? Janis had a funny voice, like a mouse on weed or a canary on crack. Personally she found it a bit funny to listen to, and enjoyed the funny looks she got in class and how well, obscurely her spells had reacted when she tried to cast them. (Who knew a feather could bounce like that?!?) The sore throat didn't really matter too much, Janis was a trooper! She could fight her way through anything.

But that was yesterday, and this was today. Today that mouse and canary voice is completely gone, only to be replaced by a hoarse whisper and the occasional squeak. A squeak that was beyond useless when it came to calling, say, a pet mouse who had decided that her pocket wasn't the party place it was cracked up to be, and run between two benches in the hallway.

She layed there now, belly on the floor and feet in the walk-way as Janis tried, fruitlessly to call Cordaroy back. "Here cordy cord-y SQUEAK cordy..."