Nov 08, 2010 03:15
[Anyone heading to the third floor corridor may just meet Nice coming down the stairs. She's not panicking or angry at being somewhere completely alien to her. She looks relaxed, chilled out, as if nothing in the world in bothering her. This is, however, untrue.
Running a gloved hand down the banister as she nears the bottom steps, she pushes her other hand into her pocket, feeling for the box of spare matches she kept on her at all times. Mostly out of habit, but also for a sense of security.]
comment: mello,
nice holystone,
plot: trouble with tribbles,
comment: john dillinger