Callisto spent her last day in Fandom packing.

Of course, packing mightn't have been the right word, as it implied taking things with you, and anyone not ignoring the disreprency between the size of her bags and the things in her room could clear tell that was...unlikely.

Occasionally she paused to leaf through her yearbook lying on her desk, or ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Callisto cracked open an eye and groaned as a stray beam of light set off a blinding headache. She buried her head back under the pillow.

You'd think she'd know better by now than to get involved in things like last night's drinking game.

Callisto closes the door of her room and leans back against it, glad to escape the dramas of the day. According to this morning's press release Angelus probably killed Kitty, she couldn't say it would have surprised her if he did, and she really didn't care either, it wasn't like she hadn't already known he was a killer, or that her own hands weren ( Read more... )