Room 218, Saturday Afternoon

May 22, 2010 19:09

After her shower ( Warren was right, she had gotten all dusty from scratching him), Karla returned to her room to get dressed. She threw on some clothes, pausing a minute before pulling on her shirt to examine her side in the mirror. It had been a week since her run-in with Sebastian and the giant bruise was only now just starting to fade from a purple-black to a sickly greenish-yellow. It was still pretty tender, too; she was sore from the bottom of her ribcage to the middle of her hip. Funny how it looked and felt like she'd been hit by a baby tree, since that was exactly what had happened.

It had been interesting week, that was for damn sure. Between Saetan showing up unexpectedly, dealing with Trigon, inviting some friends up to meet her uncle--which had gone well, but was stressful all the same, and her conversation with Sookie about uncles-who-weren't-Saetan...it had just been a bit tough.

Rather than head back out and maybe chat with more newbies or congratulate Tara on an excellent party for Kennedy, Karla decided to curl up on her bed next to Hounddog and Moonshadow and settle in for a good brood.

[Establishy and linkdrop, but open is folks want to save Karla from brooding. Please note, the link to the conversation with Sookie carries a warning for triggery issues for sexual abuse.]

where: room 218, door: open, [sookie], [warren], who: raven roth, [saetan], are all uncles assholes?, [trigon the terrible], post: open, linkdrop, [sebastian blood], the establishment works for me!, who: karla, this warning not in jest

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