Room 230 [Sunday afternoon]
Ramona's arms hurt, but she was pretty happy otherwise. She'd gotten to beat the crap out of some monstrous girl, the island wasn't all shitty anymore, and she could get back to the important things, like dicking around in her room like it was her job.
Of course, she'd had to throw out her awesome hoodie, which had put her in a bit of a pout, and her arms were covered in scratches, some of which were very deep.
Rather than being practical and going to the clinic, though, Ramona had wrapped some bandages around them and was self-medicating.
She'd made sure to close her door before packing a bowl and lighting it, and even though she'd put it away after a couple hits (though she'd get it out again if anyone worth sharing with wandered by) she was feeling that floaty, carefree sensation. It wasn't that her arms didn't hurt anymore. It was that she couldn't be bothered to care about the pain.
For now, though, she'd opened a window to clear out a little of the smoke, and she was curled up on her bed with a book. It was slow going, though, since her attention kept wandering at the slightest thing.
[warning for drug use under the cut! door closed, post open, though i foresee a nap in my future so there might be a touch of sp.]
Of course, she'd had to throw out her awesome hoodie, which had put her in a bit of a pout, and her arms were covered in scratches, some of which were very deep.
Rather than being practical and going to the clinic, though, Ramona had wrapped some bandages around them and was self-medicating.
She'd made sure to close her door before packing a bowl and lighting it, and even though she'd put it away after a couple hits (though she'd get it out again if anyone worth sharing with wandered by) she was feeling that floaty, carefree sensation. It wasn't that her arms didn't hurt anymore. It was that she couldn't be bothered to care about the pain.
For now, though, she'd opened a window to clear out a little of the smoke, and she was curled up on her bed with a book. It was slow going, though, since her attention kept wandering at the slightest thing.
[warning for drug use under the cut! door closed, post open, though i foresee a nap in my future so there might be a touch of sp.]