Rm 332 late Sunday afternoon

Jun 28, 2009 15:21

Penelope sat on her bed, looking down at the single suitcase that was seated on the floor near her feet. She was packed and ready to go and had already recieved an excited phone call from her mother, telling her she could not wait to see her. Penelope just wished she could be as eager; this visit home was not somethng she was looking forward to.

She left a note for Serena and placed it on her bed, simply explaining that she was going home for a visit and would return the following weekend.

With a soft sigh she stood up, not able to put off the inevitable another moment. She took hold of her luggage and headed for the door, her heart heavy.

The very last thing she wanted to do was get married. If the curse could be broken, then it was worth it. This is what kept her feet moving, and this is what she told herself over and over again. It wasn't her face. It was her great great great grandfathers face. "He's not me and I'm not him and I'm not me," she whispered softly to herself, repeating what her mother had taught her to say.

Opening the door, she slipped out, closing it firmly behind her.

[[ OOC: Establishy only. Penelope is going home for the week and will be back next Sunday. ]]

the curse, it's not me, mother knows best, going home, it's not my nose, 332

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