Room 218, Wednesday Night
Karla had come back from Panem, in a mood. After her conversation with Katniss and the bombs and Prim and...Darkness. She wasn't entirely certain if she had helped anything. Anything at all. And there was still Glacia to go back to.
Some vacation.
So rather do anything productive, Karla had spent all day in her room moping brooding, building herself up into an awful mood. She'd been on her way to a completely awful despondency, when her voicemail beeped.
She listened to it. Once. Twice. Again. Staring in shock. She was listening to it for a fourth time when she got another call. She missed it and the next call that came in while she was listening to Bobby's.
By the end of Tony's, she was on the phone herself to Ben. And laughing so hard she thought she might pull something.
Guess it was her week for it.
[Mostly establishy but open if anyone wants to pop in or call!]
Some vacation.
So rather do anything productive, Karla had spent all day in her room moping brooding, building herself up into an awful mood. She'd been on her way to a completely awful despondency, when her voicemail beeped.
She listened to it. Once. Twice. Again. Staring in shock. She was listening to it for a fourth time when she got another call. She missed it and the next call that came in while she was listening to Bobby's.
By the end of Tony's, she was on the phone herself to Ben. And laughing so hard she thought she might pull something.
Guess it was her week for it.
[Mostly establishy but open if anyone wants to pop in or call!]