Eleventh Position •~• Nina •~• Barre [In person]
[Ever since her little..'slip' the previous week, Nina had barely left her bedroom over the weekend, even to eat. However, after two days of keeping well out of sight, her hunger got the better of her. It had been so humiliating, it almost hadn't been real. The things she'd said..what she'd done..just how she'd acted full stop was enough to make her want to hide in a dark hole for the next 10 years. Now, the only people she could call her friends here must have thought she needed sectioning. Who wouldn't?
..She wasn't crazy, she wasn't (was she?)..it was the Author, it had to have been. Not to mention what had happened with whatever that thing was with the helmet..that was the only thing she truly wished she could take back...
Finding her way to the kitchen, Nina makes herself a mug of coffee and some toast, though despite her need to eat, the memory of how much she'd embarrassed herself only served to subdue her appetite.
Anyone who speaks to her will notice that she looks a little worse for wear; her hair's loose around her shoulders, her eyes dull and sore from lack of sleep, her entire demeanor just drained completely]
..She wasn't crazy, she wasn't (was she?)..it was the Author, it had to have been. Not to mention what had happened with whatever that thing was with the helmet..that was the only thing she truly wished she could take back...
Finding her way to the kitchen, Nina makes herself a mug of coffee and some toast, though despite her need to eat, the memory of how much she'd embarrassed herself only served to subdue her appetite.
Anyone who speaks to her will notice that she looks a little worse for wear; her hair's loose around her shoulders, her eyes dull and sore from lack of sleep, her entire demeanor just drained completely]