Sep 01, 2011 02:13
[After having been pretty much forced onto a life boat on Monday, Nice is at her wits end. She was frozen to the bone, starving hungry and completely exhausted. She had tried sending messages out to John, but she didn't know if they'd gotten to him successfully..she didn't know if he was even still alive. For the most part, she believed he was, but after being seperated from him at the beginning of the week, she couldn't be sure.
Rubbing her hands together in an effort to warm them, Nice looks up at the stars; just blurry, sparkling dots. Without her glasses, it was hard to make much else out.]
plot: titanic,
comment: hope estheim,
nice holystone