When Nadia got back to her room after putting everything away and getting checked out in the clinic, she was still wiggling her fingers around and occasionally feeling her wrist through the ace bandage to reassure herself that it was, in fact, still there. She had bruises on her neck, was back to wearing the damned shoulder brace, and was dingy ( Read more... )

In the chilly dark that was the pre-pre-dawn New Jersey morning, the headlights of passing trucks and cars swooped along the embankment at high speed, briefly illuminating an empty expanse of overgrown brown grass broken only by occasional patches of dirty gray snow and the flourescent green and white sign indicating a rest area at the next exit ( Read more... )

Nadia had her gun and her mallet and a stern expression on her face as she started through the school, looking to recruit people to go and confront whatever had possessed Jamie.

It had been a long week, and it was time for all of this to stop.

[ooc: locked to those who know who they are, for the establishing of the group for evil!Jamie ( Read more... )

Despite having managed to get past the blind panic she'd been in just after hearing about Sloane, Nadia did not sleep any better Wednesday night than she had all week ( Read more... )

The Stickbug cabin was quiet on Friday evening.

For awhile, anyway.

Out of the trees crept eight figures, cleverly disguised against any onlooking shrubbery. Seven of the figures were teenager sized. One was monkey-sized.

They had plans for the Stickbug cabin.

*evil laughter*

[ooc: locked to those who know who they are, slow played for cross ( Read more... )

Nadia had a small campfire going and was slowly cooking up a stew using the ingredients she'd picked up earlier at the dining hall. She waited patiently for her coconspirators to arrive for planning. She had her guitar ready as well, the amp pointed at some nearby bushes, just in case they decided they needed something to cover their voices.

[ ( Read more... )

Nadia hadn't dreamed since Alfred gave her the dreamcatcher. But even a well made dreamcatcher couldn't get everything. Some dreams were too small and slipped through the net. Some it just wasn't strong enough to stop.

( A bitter sense of resolution (or Warning: cut for somewhat violent dream!) )

What was the best way to top off the worst week ever?

How about pissing off one of your best friends and ending up with a crepe in your lap?

And then rampaging through your room, possibly almost breaking your foot, and screaming on the roof?

No, that wasn't enough. Not at all. You had to get into another argument with said friend and then not ( Read more... )

Yeah, Nadia's back up on the roof. She has her guitar with her, not that she can play it right now thanks to the cast. Still, she's trying to see if she can find an angle that's not too incredibly awkward where she can get her fingers on the frets ( Read more... )

For the first several hours after getting back to her room, Nadia didn’t move. Her right hand eventually settled and stopped twitching, her breathing was even, an as far as anyone could tell, she was just in the midst of a perfectly normal sleep.

Then, sometime after sunrise, that ( changed )