Room 413 | Sunday Afternoon
Seriously, the island was going to be dead to Caroline soon. If it wasn't bad enough she'd turned into a freaking dog-thing, she'd also come back to herself naked, half under her bed, and with no daylight ring on her damned forefinger. Caroline had flung herself out of the sunshine filtering in through the dorm room window as fast as possible and patted her skin down, unable to believe she wasn't lighting up like a match.
Huh, apparently the windows were protective. Deciding that was good to know and that she definitely needed a shower, as she got herself cleaned up and dried off and primped appropriately, Caroline tried not to worry about how long it was going to take for the sun to set so she could go out into the Preserve and find her ring.
And her clothes.
And her wallet.
And that stuffed animal she'd dumped somewhere in the building with no ear and giant rips in his seams. Maybe there was a little guilt there, but hello, maiming people was not something she did very often on purpose! Caroline stood in front of her closet mirror, trying to focus on the shallow art of inspecting her eyebrows as she sucked down a pint of blood. Too bad wondering if she'd consumed much of the toy's stuffing (let alone that ear) kept getting in the way. So nasty.
God, she needed the sun to set already.
[I'm back and so is Caroline! Door and post open at the end there, if LJ cooperates with me *eyes it*]
Huh, apparently the windows were protective. Deciding that was good to know and that she definitely needed a shower, as she got herself cleaned up and dried off and primped appropriately, Caroline tried not to worry about how long it was going to take for the sun to set so she could go out into the Preserve and find her ring.
And her clothes.
And her wallet.
And that stuffed animal she'd dumped somewhere in the building with no ear and giant rips in his seams. Maybe there was a little guilt there, but hello, maiming people was not something she did very often on purpose! Caroline stood in front of her closet mirror, trying to focus on the shallow art of inspecting her eyebrows as she sucked down a pint of blood. Too bad wondering if she'd consumed much of the toy's stuffing (let alone that ear) kept getting in the way. So nasty.
God, she needed the sun to set already.
[I'm back and so is Caroline! Door and post open at the end there, if LJ cooperates with me *eyes it*]