CIC; Charlie’s Interrogative Chics | [Tag: Cece & Isabelle]
Jun 25, 2020 16:11:55 GMT
Post by Carmen Edinburgh on Jun 25, 2020 16:11:55 GMT
Eugh... That gas was going to kill her, she was sure of it. But usually that just meant she was going to be off to some other room in hell or she was going to be in a... Game? Her eyes opened to... “The same room...” Her eyes wandering to the sides of her bed.
The same Magenta haired woman and... Cecelia.. Oh great, she wasn’t keen on a criminal being with her in a sort of game. Let alone in a room for the next few weeks. Not to mention needing to arrange a proper sleeping arrangement. Just great..With her remaining energy, she started to push herself up, yawning softly as she let out a small stretch and ran her fingers through her hair. Perhaps, she just needed to take this chance to relax and see this more optimistically? More people meant more potential evidence? Right? Right. With hopeful thoughts clouding her mind, she played a quick game of twistor to get out of the bed and not wake the two up. Otherwise it’d just feel like a worse hangover. Going back in the bathroom to take a shower this time. Seeing her pajama’s from the 2nd room still hanging and dried at this point.
So, twisting the knob. The warm water gently ran over her body and she succumbed to the relief that a pleasantly warm shower gave. Part of her wishing she had taken a look shower before that game she was in, that way she could have possibly been in a better state of mind. Well, too late to change it now.
The same Magenta haired woman and... Cecelia.. Oh great, she wasn’t keen on a criminal being with her in a sort of game. Let alone in a room for the next few weeks. Not to mention needing to arrange a proper sleeping arrangement. Just great..With her remaining energy, she started to push herself up, yawning softly as she let out a small stretch and ran her fingers through her hair. Perhaps, she just needed to take this chance to relax and see this more optimistically? More people meant more potential evidence? Right? Right. With hopeful thoughts clouding her mind, she played a quick game of twistor to get out of the bed and not wake the two up. Otherwise it’d just feel like a worse hangover. Going back in the bathroom to take a shower this time. Seeing her pajama’s from the 2nd room still hanging and dried at this point.
So, twisting the knob. The warm water gently ran over her body and she succumbed to the relief that a pleasantly warm shower gave. Part of her wishing she had taken a look shower before that game she was in, that way she could have possibly been in a better state of mind. Well, too late to change it now.
