(no subject)
Who: C.C., open to anyone
When: Shortly after this
Where: The Quad
What: C.C. wanted some peace and quiet to work and think, but she gets interrupted.
Rating: PG-ish, might raise up the rating depending on who joins.
Sewing had always one of her strong points, even back then. C.C. carefully stuck the needle and black thread through the material of her dress, which rested on her lap. She had gotten most of the minute details of the second layer of her outfit the week before, during the handcuff event. It must have been torture for Kid to watch her work, but she didn’t care.
‘One more week,’ she thought to herself, wiping her forehead with her wrist. C.C. set the needle at the next spot, pulling it back through the material and reached over to her covered plate of pizza. Pulling the pizza from its place for a quick bite, her thoughts drifted to Rolo as she returned back to sewing. He was dangerous. She clicked her tongue.
“There’s not a limit to how many times he can use his power on a person.” She said to herself, shifting her weight from one side to the other. Sitting on a tabletop wasn’t comfortable, but she didn’t want Rolo to find out what dorm room she was in. She couldn’t risk him killing her in one of his jealous fits, if he had any. Rolo seemed like the type to do so.
When: Shortly after this
Where: The Quad
What: C.C. wanted some peace and quiet to work and think, but she gets interrupted.
Rating: PG-ish, might raise up the rating depending on who joins.
Sewing had always one of her strong points, even back then. C.C. carefully stuck the needle and black thread through the material of her dress, which rested on her lap. She had gotten most of the minute details of the second layer of her outfit the week before, during the handcuff event. It must have been torture for Kid to watch her work, but she didn’t care.
‘One more week,’ she thought to herself, wiping her forehead with her wrist. C.C. set the needle at the next spot, pulling it back through the material and reached over to her covered plate of pizza. Pulling the pizza from its place for a quick bite, her thoughts drifted to Rolo as she returned back to sewing. He was dangerous. She clicked her tongue.
“There’s not a limit to how many times he can use his power on a person.” She said to herself, shifting her weight from one side to the other. Sitting on a tabletop wasn’t comfortable, but she didn’t want Rolo to find out what dorm room she was in. She couldn’t risk him killing her in one of his jealous fits, if he had any. Rolo seemed like the type to do so.