The fifth floor girl's bathroom to room 507, Friday afternoon
Nadia felt a bit like she'd sleepwalked through her class, today. And through most other things. She blamed the bad news she got last night for the seemingly endless stream of nightmares that she'd had every time she'd tried to close her eyes last night and as she stood over the sink splashing cold water on her face.
This was starting to get ridiculous. She straightened slowly and looked into the mirror.
And backed up so sharply that she fell backwards to the hard floor.
"No. . . ." She put a hand up to her face, but stopped it halfway and stared at that instead. Her skin was pale, and she could see the veins standing out in stark relief.
And her eyes in the mirror had been red. "No, no no no no no. . . ." This continued as she scrambled to her feet and hurried out of the bathroom and through the hallway to 507.
She had to get away from people. She couldn't believe that had snuck up on her. But she couldn't let herself hurt anyone. She had to get away. She slammed her way into the room, not really thinking about if she'd closed the door behind her or not and threw herself into the far corner, behind one of the unmade beds, where she curled up on herself, trying to get her breathing under control, and staring at her pale hands.
[ooc: open to those who might have seen her run down the hall. Pale hands and red eyes are entirely in her mind, hallucination courtesy of Barbas-plot. Yay!]
This was starting to get ridiculous. She straightened slowly and looked into the mirror.
And backed up so sharply that she fell backwards to the hard floor.
"No. . . ." She put a hand up to her face, but stopped it halfway and stared at that instead. Her skin was pale, and she could see the veins standing out in stark relief.
And her eyes in the mirror had been red. "No, no no no no no. . . ." This continued as she scrambled to her feet and hurried out of the bathroom and through the hallway to 507.
She had to get away from people. She couldn't believe that had snuck up on her. But she couldn't let herself hurt anyone. She had to get away. She slammed her way into the room, not really thinking about if she'd closed the door behind her or not and threw herself into the far corner, behind one of the unmade beds, where she curled up on herself, trying to get her breathing under control, and staring at her pale hands.
[ooc: open to those who might have seen her run down the hall. Pale hands and red eyes are entirely in her mind, hallucination courtesy of Barbas-plot. Yay!]