its_theclimb: (genderswap: AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!)
Part of the problem, really, was that Miley had worn a tiny pair of shorts to bed. And while she could probably have been oblivious to minor bone structure changes, Fermaine had pampered her with enough perfect-fitting costumes over the years that she could not disregard a certain... tightness. Not to mention the weight of something very unfamiliar pressing against her leg.

Two steps to the enormous vanity mirror she'd hung over her desk, and...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

So, bathrobe. Bathrobe now, and these shorts were just going to have to be stretched out since she sure as heck wasn't taking them off.

She looked mournfully at herself in the mirror. How would she be able to sing now?!

[[Open, duh. AND YES I HAD TO.]]
its_theclimb: (genderswap: AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!)
Part of the problem, really, was that Miley had worn a tiny pair of shorts to bed. And while she could probably have been oblivious to minor bone structure changes, Fermaine had pampered her with enough perfect-fitting costumes over the years that she could not disregard a certain... tightness. Not to mention the weight of something very unfamiliar pressing against her leg.

Two steps to the enormous vanity mirror she'd hung over her desk, and...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

So, bathrobe. Bathrobe now, and these shorts were just going to have to be stretched out since she sure as heck wasn't taking them off.

She looked mournfully at herself in the mirror. How would she be able to sing now?!

[[Open, duh. AND YES I HAD TO.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: just been crying)
A very loud, empassioned argument was being had in room 311 as frantic music played. And this argument, naturally, involved a wig being tossed on and off between speakers.

"I can't believe you want to take this away from me!" Hannah-Miley accused. In addition to having blonder hair, she was better-dressed than Miley, despite switching on a split-second's notice.

"I don't!" Miley-Miley shot back, taking the wig off and frowning determinedly. "All I said was that my life would be easier if I didn't have you to worry about!"

Hannah-Miley threw the wig back on, shimmering in a radiant ballgown that had suddenly appeared. "So you want to tell the world, is that it? Get yourself checked into a facility? Your every move scrutinized by doctors and nurses?"

Miley-Miley began to cry. One tear at a time, of course. "All I want is to be free," she whispered. She was in So Much Pain!

Now Hannah-Miley decided enough was enough. "Fine," she hissed. "Then until you can come to your senses, I'm in control." She put the wig on with a smug smile. "Later, Miley."

And with that, she took Miley's collage of photos off of the wall and began to cut them up, all the while playing her last few hits at maximum volume on her iPod speakers. While Miley wailed inside, of course.

[[I'm... I'm really not sure. Open.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: just been crying)
A very loud, empassioned argument was being had in room 311 as frantic music played. And this argument, naturally, involved a wig being tossed on and off between speakers.

"I can't believe you want to take this away from me!" Hannah-Miley accused. In addition to having blonder hair, she was better-dressed than Miley, despite switching on a split-second's notice.

"I don't!" Miley-Miley shot back, taking the wig off and frowning determinedly. "All I said was that my life would be easier if I didn't have you to worry about!"

Hannah-Miley threw the wig back on, shimmering in a radiant ballgown that had suddenly appeared. "So you want to tell the world, is that it? Get yourself checked into a facility? Your every move scrutinized by doctors and nurses?"

Miley-Miley began to cry. One tear at a time, of course. "All I want is to be free," she whispered. She was in So Much Pain!

Now Hannah-Miley decided enough was enough. "Fine," she hissed. "Then until you can come to your senses, I'm in control." She put the wig on with a smug smile. "Later, Miley."

And with that, she took Miley's collage of photos off of the wall and began to cut them up, all the while playing her last few hits at maximum volume on her iPod speakers. While Miley wailed inside, of course.

[[I'm... I'm really not sure. Open.]]

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