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Faye is in the second floor hallway, leaning against the wall, staring down at a small, tattered picture of her father. She sighs.
"Dad, what the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like home or Savannah here. I can't run off to some shrink when things go bad, and I have to hold on... I can't pull a stunt like I did after you died. Doing that might get me killed." She stares up at the wall for a minute before looking back down. "I'm scared, Daddy. This is real--it isn't some dream I can wake up out of--And while I'd love to see you again, I'm not ready to die."
Think you can get her out of her funk?
[ooc] My migraine suddenly spiked, and I need to lay down. I am sorry to post and run, and I know it's lame. Promise not to make a habit of it.
"Dad, what the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like home or Savannah here. I can't run off to some shrink when things go bad, and I have to hold on... I can't pull a stunt like I did after you died. Doing that might get me killed." She stares up at the wall for a minute before looking back down. "I'm scared, Daddy. This is real--it isn't some dream I can wake up out of--And while I'd love to see you again, I'm not ready to die."
Think you can get her out of her funk?
[ooc] My migraine suddenly spiked, and I need to lay down. I am sorry to post and run, and I know it's lame. Promise not to make a habit of it.