backdated to Wednesday night
[Nora]
My turn.
Love,
Mark
[/Nora]
[with that, sometime around midnight, there's a sixteen-year-old boy in a leather jacket, jeans, and glasses making his way down to the lobby with a backpack over his shoulder.
once he gets there, he hesitates, and casts a long look at the door that leads down to the Peace Patrol. he could go and demand answers, but it wouldn't do him any good. there's nothing that will completely explain away just how betrayed he feels, right now.
so he hitches up his backpack on his shoulders and starts walking. he's not even sure of where he's going - it's not the most thought-out plan in the world. he just needs to be ... away.
and yes - he's left his journal in his room. no telling when it'll catch up with him. but you are MORE than welcome to run into him - on the grounds, down in town ... anywhere outside the castle.]
My turn.
Love,
Mark
[/Nora]
[with that, sometime around midnight, there's a sixteen-year-old boy in a leather jacket, jeans, and glasses making his way down to the lobby with a backpack over his shoulder.
once he gets there, he hesitates, and casts a long look at the door that leads down to the Peace Patrol. he could go and demand answers, but it wouldn't do him any good. there's nothing that will completely explain away just how betrayed he feels, right now.
so he hitches up his backpack on his shoulders and starts walking. he's not even sure of where he's going - it's not the most thought-out plan in the world. he just needs to be ... away.
and yes - he's left his journal in his room. no telling when it'll catch up with him. but you are MORE than welcome to run into him - on the grounds, down in town ... anywhere outside the castle.]