1080 x 920 plan outta’ hell, or not | TTW: Room #8
Jun 26, 2020 17:57:43 GMT
Post by Carmen Edinburgh on Jun 26, 2020 17:57:43 GMT
[Sending Russel hugs since he’s stuck in a game, this is after her roommates and Clayton]
She’s had quite the set of social escapades, to the wall and back to her two roommates. It was actually not as bad as she expected. The other people through the wall tended to be better then her roommates, no offense. Wondering if Jess was still in the same room, since she really had been growing fond of the girl. Oddly enough, she saw herself in the girl. Even if her premature immaturity and idealism got tainted, it was always so sweet knowing that younger people had dreams. But.. It could be cut short, such as what that woman did to that poor girl...
Yet, that wasn’t going to stop her. All she wanted was to find clues, that’s what she studied and needed. As well as practice some morse to see if she could get the upper hand. Wether or not that woman (or whoever running this operation) cared or not wasn’t the problem, but if she could live. That’s all that mattered, her hands knocking on the door instead of talking. Wow... She was growing the habit.
Perfect.
She’s had quite the set of social escapades, to the wall and back to her two roommates. It was actually not as bad as she expected. The other people through the wall tended to be better then her roommates, no offense. Wondering if Jess was still in the same room, since she really had been growing fond of the girl. Oddly enough, she saw herself in the girl. Even if her premature immaturity and idealism got tainted, it was always so sweet knowing that younger people had dreams. But.. It could be cut short, such as what that woman did to that poor girl...
Yet, that wasn’t going to stop her. All she wanted was to find clues, that’s what she studied and needed. As well as practice some morse to see if she could get the upper hand. Wether or not that woman (or whoever running this operation) cared or not wasn’t the problem, but if she could live. That’s all that mattered, her hands knocking on the door instead of talking. Wow... She was growing the habit.
Perfect.