Cherry Bomb 35 ♦ Nice ♦ [In person]
[Nice is sat in the kitchen, a piece of paper underneath a impatiently tapping pen. Give or take a month or so, she's worked out that she's been at the Manor for over a year. And lately, she's been feeling it. Sure, the field trips are great, and she's met some awesome people here. But that wasn't to say she didn't miss home. She (selfishly?) hoped that time hadn't passed back in 1930's Chicago, that her friends were still safe. She isn't sure what she wants to write down, but she knows she wants to get something out. Anything. It's as though she's become spoiled by this place. Always having food, always having somewhere to sleep...why should she get to be here, while everyone she loves back home don't?
Picking up the whiskey glass next to her hand, she takes a thoughtful drink. This wasn't a mood she often found herself in; and she isn't sure she likes it too much.]
Picking up the whiskey glass next to her hand, she takes a thoughtful drink. This wasn't a mood she often found herself in; and she isn't sure she likes it too much.]