Room 125, Friday Night
Callisto lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
One week.
He'd called, although she still wasn't quite sure whether that made things better or worse. Parker had tried to help with the shopping, but she wasn't really a a fan of retail therapy.
She was vaugely proud of the fact she'd managed to occasionally leave her room to brood hang in the common rooms. She'd done her good deed for the week by helping get that Joxer kid to the clinic.
She'd also run into the infamous Buffy. Who as far she could tell didn't exactly fall into the blonde with weapons category.
And now her squid had gone walkabout again. Great.
She pondered smothering herself with her pillow.
[ooc: please, someone, save me her from the emo]
One week.
He'd called, although she still wasn't quite sure whether that made things better or worse. Parker had tried to help with the shopping, but she wasn't really a a fan of retail therapy.
She was vaugely proud of the fact she'd managed to occasionally leave her room to brood hang in the common rooms. She'd done her good deed for the week by helping get that Joxer kid to the clinic.
She'd also run into the infamous Buffy. Who as far she could tell didn't exactly fall into the blonde with weapons category.
And now her squid had gone walkabout again. Great.
She pondered smothering herself with her pillow.
[ooc: please, someone, save me her from the emo]