Vivien Harmon | 03 | [Action]
[Sighing softly, Vivien padded quietly down the hallway, her housecoat wrapped tightly around herself. It was a bit earlier in the evening than she usually went to the kitchen, but she couldn't help it. She usually waited until it was late enough that no one would be up...but she didn't see anyone in the halls, perhaps the kitchen would be empty long enough for her to eat and not have to smuggle it back to her room.
Peeking into the kitchen, she was relieved not to find anyone in the room...maybe her luck would hold out? Making her way to the fridge, she pulled out a covered ceramic dish from the back, her mouth already watering in anticipation. She was disgusted with herself, but she couldn't stop the cravings...ever since Constance had brought those first organs, she had been insatiable.
Setting the dish on the table, she moved to collect some silverware and heated some water for her tea. She briefly thought of blocking the door, but somehow that would probably just rise suspicion and make everyone determined to open the dor. No. Better to just eat and get back to her room. Putting a teabag in a mug, she poured in the hot water and moved to her seat at the table.
Listening to make sure no one was about to walk in, she lifted the cover, a fresh brain set neatly in the middle of the bowl. She never questioned why these were there, just accepted that they were. Peppering the organ, she lifted her knife and fork, proceeding to delicately cut into the tender meat. She cut in small slices, never taking more than she could easily fit into her mouth.]
Peeking into the kitchen, she was relieved not to find anyone in the room...maybe her luck would hold out? Making her way to the fridge, she pulled out a covered ceramic dish from the back, her mouth already watering in anticipation. She was disgusted with herself, but she couldn't stop the cravings...ever since Constance had brought those first organs, she had been insatiable.
Setting the dish on the table, she moved to collect some silverware and heated some water for her tea. She briefly thought of blocking the door, but somehow that would probably just rise suspicion and make everyone determined to open the dor. No. Better to just eat and get back to her room. Putting a teabag in a mug, she poured in the hot water and moved to her seat at the table.
Listening to make sure no one was about to walk in, she lifted the cover, a fresh brain set neatly in the middle of the bowl. She never questioned why these were there, just accepted that they were. Peppering the organ, she lifted her knife and fork, proceeding to delicately cut into the tender meat. She cut in small slices, never taking more than she could easily fit into her mouth.]