Room 213 [Late, late at night. Possibly so late it is, in fact, early]
Rory had come back after her encounter with Luke and done exactly what she had anticipated - though she skipped passing out, much as she might have wanted to.
Instead, she sat on her floor and tried not to feel before pulling herself together and standing up to take a shower. And if she cried in there, well, it's not like the additional water made any sort of noticeable difference, so it didn't count.
Then she came back out to her room and dressed in freshly-laundered, very cozy flannel pajamas, and sat in her desk chair to look out at the rain.
Saying goodbye to Callisto had been hard, and trying to take care of Bridge wasn't really very fun. But meeting the new kids had been nice. And seeing Alex had made things just a little brighter. Until the bleeding girl fell through the door, of course. Then things hadn't been so fun.
And then she'd met Anakin's son and things had gone from bad to devastating.
So she was just curled up in her chair, occasionally tugging on a small braid she'd created in her hair for comfort.
[The post of woe is open for one person who knows who he be. Otherwise...well, seriously, you wouldn't even want to have to deal with my little emo girl. *throws shiny things at her to cheer her up*]
Instead, she sat on her floor and tried not to feel before pulling herself together and standing up to take a shower. And if she cried in there, well, it's not like the additional water made any sort of noticeable difference, so it didn't count.
Then she came back out to her room and dressed in freshly-laundered, very cozy flannel pajamas, and sat in her desk chair to look out at the rain.
Saying goodbye to Callisto had been hard, and trying to take care of Bridge wasn't really very fun. But meeting the new kids had been nice. And seeing Alex had made things just a little brighter. Until the bleeding girl fell through the door, of course. Then things hadn't been so fun.
And then she'd met Anakin's son and things had gone from bad to devastating.
So she was just curled up in her chair, occasionally tugging on a small braid she'd created in her hair for comfort.
[The post of woe is open for one person who knows who he be. Otherwise...well, seriously, you wouldn't even want to have to deal with my little emo girl. *throws shiny things at her to cheer her up*]