[Thread] Are you sleeping in a closet?
Characters: AU!Sarah Williams, OU!Sam Winchester (Open to occupants of Vri-Tria)
Where: Vri-Tria
When: Evening
Summary: Sarah found a room and carelessly fell asleep with the closet door open, so just anyone could see. Anyone being her roommates.
Warnings: Craziness! That's about all I can say so far.
Sarah had ran from the Goblin King's birthday party, the ornate ballgown dissolving back into her King's Park Psychiatric Center scrubs. Her bare feet slapped against the grass as she made her way across the park, heading as far away from the tent as possible. She rushed past the fountain, wishing the scent of peaches would leave her nostrils soon. Sarah veered off to the left, in the way opposite the clinic, down the road towards what looked like a greenhouse. There was a building with uniform windows that reminded her of King's Park and she slowed to a stop, entering the building. She wandered the halls, gradually making her way up to the third floor and down the hall, stopping at the door marked 'Tria'. She took hold of the knob, testing to see if it was locked, for this moment, it wasn't, and she stepped inside, looking around the room, figured this was a good a dorm room as any. It was certainly bigger than her eight by four room at KPPC. When she heard movement, by the front door, she rushed towards one of the closed doors, opening it and closing it behind her quietly, crawling under the made bed, worrying at her bottom lip, hoping it wasn't the Goblin King. She fell asleep, and dreamt she was in the Labyrinth once more, much to her dismay.
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Several days later, her stomach was screaming at her to eat something and she exited the closet she had been curled up in, threw together a quick something she found in the fridge then made her way in there. Polishing off her small meal, her stomach no longer hollering at her, she fiddled with her PDA a little, finding she'd turned on the voice recording and proceeded to ramble into it. She found herself growing more and more tired by the minute and soon passed out, the closet door cracked, her foot pressing against it. When she was completely asleep, her foot pressed against the door even moreso, causing it to open and her foot to stick out for anyone to see.
Where: Vri-Tria
When: Evening
Summary: Sarah found a room and carelessly fell asleep with the closet door open, so just anyone could see. Anyone being her roommates.
Warnings: Craziness! That's about all I can say so far.
Sarah had ran from the Goblin King's birthday party, the ornate ballgown dissolving back into her King's Park Psychiatric Center scrubs. Her bare feet slapped against the grass as she made her way across the park, heading as far away from the tent as possible. She rushed past the fountain, wishing the scent of peaches would leave her nostrils soon. Sarah veered off to the left, in the way opposite the clinic, down the road towards what looked like a greenhouse. There was a building with uniform windows that reminded her of King's Park and she slowed to a stop, entering the building. She wandered the halls, gradually making her way up to the third floor and down the hall, stopping at the door marked 'Tria'. She took hold of the knob, testing to see if it was locked, for this moment, it wasn't, and she stepped inside, looking around the room, figured this was a good a dorm room as any. It was certainly bigger than her eight by four room at KPPC. When she heard movement, by the front door, she rushed towards one of the closed doors, opening it and closing it behind her quietly, crawling under the made bed, worrying at her bottom lip, hoping it wasn't the Goblin King. She fell asleep, and dreamt she was in the Labyrinth once more, much to her dismay.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Several days later, her stomach was screaming at her to eat something and she exited the closet she had been curled up in, threw together a quick something she found in the fridge then made her way in there. Polishing off her small meal, her stomach no longer hollering at her, she fiddled with her PDA a little, finding she'd turned on the voice recording and proceeded to ramble into it. She found herself growing more and more tired by the minute and soon passed out, the closet door cracked, her foot pressing against it. When she was completely asleep, her foot pressed against the door even moreso, causing it to open and her foot to stick out for anyone to see.