RT Thread: A Voice From the Past.
Characters: Furiae and Inuart
Where: Mediterranean Hall then Thracian Park
Date: February 1st: afternoon.
Summary: Furiae finding herself struggling with what to do.. She was hoping for this encounter to never happen, but the young woman knows that happiness does not last forever. Therefore, she makes the initiative to confront Inuart and attempt to make things civil between everyone.
Warnings: Nothing; will change as needed.
If she were able to have it her way, Furiae would have stayed in bed all day and lied about being sick. Surly her roommate would understand if she told the blonde woman the truth; alas she did not have a strong bond with Quistis and that was something she needed to change. The first few hours of the day, Furiae found herself unable to get out of bed. Her stomach felt hollow and there was a tugging feeling at her heart. This was something the young woman was not familiar with, therefore she had no idea how she was suppose to deal with these things.
Eventually Furiae found the stength that she needed to get out of bed, take a shower, and get dressed for the day. Once she was finished with her shower, Furiae put on the one outfit she had yet to wear. It consisted of a pair of black legging like pants, black boots that went to her knees, a turquoise half corset and a white poet shirt. She had yet to finish washing her other clothes. The conversation that she had with Caim the night before had left her slightly distraught and distracted. When she was finsihed with Inuart she would have to finish the tasks that needed to be done before she headed to bed for school the next morning.
When she had everything that she needed, Furiae grabbed her bag and headed out the door. She made sure to lock the door behind her and made her way a few doors down to the room that Inuart now resided in. For a few minutes, Furiae stood at the door with her fist poised to knock. She knew that she needed to do this, but there was osmethng keeping her from knocking. Perhaps it was the fact that she did not know what would come from this. Taking in a deep breath, Furiae held onto it as she knocked on the door and took several steps backward away from the door.
Where: Mediterranean Hall then Thracian Park
Date: February 1st: afternoon.
Summary: Furiae finding herself struggling with what to do.. She was hoping for this encounter to never happen, but the young woman knows that happiness does not last forever. Therefore, she makes the initiative to confront Inuart and attempt to make things civil between everyone.
Warnings: Nothing; will change as needed.
If she were able to have it her way, Furiae would have stayed in bed all day and lied about being sick. Surly her roommate would understand if she told the blonde woman the truth; alas she did not have a strong bond with Quistis and that was something she needed to change. The first few hours of the day, Furiae found herself unable to get out of bed. Her stomach felt hollow and there was a tugging feeling at her heart. This was something the young woman was not familiar with, therefore she had no idea how she was suppose to deal with these things.
Eventually Furiae found the stength that she needed to get out of bed, take a shower, and get dressed for the day. Once she was finished with her shower, Furiae put on the one outfit she had yet to wear. It consisted of a pair of black legging like pants, black boots that went to her knees, a turquoise half corset and a white poet shirt. She had yet to finish washing her other clothes. The conversation that she had with Caim the night before had left her slightly distraught and distracted. When she was finsihed with Inuart she would have to finish the tasks that needed to be done before she headed to bed for school the next morning.
When she had everything that she needed, Furiae grabbed her bag and headed out the door. She made sure to lock the door behind her and made her way a few doors down to the room that Inuart now resided in. For a few minutes, Furiae stood at the door with her fist poised to knock. She knew that she needed to do this, but there was osmethng keeping her from knocking. Perhaps it was the fact that she did not know what would come from this. Taking in a deep breath, Furiae held onto it as she knocked on the door and took several steps backward away from the door.