Room 421, Saturday Evening
Feb. 19th, 2011 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelo_wingsRinoa had slept fitfully, Friday night. Her head was still bothering her. Something was wrong. Maybe it was a side effect of having been Junctioned -- a thought which made her want to crawl into the shower and scrub off a few layers of skin.
She'd been used, like some kind of magical fuel, and it had been Seifer to throw her, literally, to the not-so-literal wolves. She'd risked everyone's lives.
All day, she'd been restless. She'd tried reading, but her eyes read the same page over and over again without seeing any of the words.
Too much stress. She just needed to unwind. They were going to some tropical island tomorrow. That would help. She hoped.
(door closed, post open)
She'd been used, like some kind of magical fuel, and it had been Seifer to throw her, literally, to the not-so-literal wolves. She'd risked everyone's lives.
All day, she'd been restless. She'd tried reading, but her eyes read the same page over and over again without seeing any of the words.
Too much stress. She just needed to unwind. They were going to some tropical island tomorrow. That would help. She hoped.
(door closed, post open)
