Good morning. [open]
Who: Amy Sorel and you?
When: June 28, 8:12am
Where: Sector 4 Playground
Summary: Amy is alone. Broken NV and all. Come and spend some time with her?
Warnings: Nothing.
Amy swung lazily on the swing set in the Sector Four playground. Softly, the gears squeaked as she pushed herself backwards and forwards. Usually, at this time, she would have gone to the nearby library to spend time there, but somehow... today, she didn't feel like it.
Somehow she felt like she had lost all that she felt for this world. It was like a huge gaping hole had been dug out overnight inside of her. Perhaps it was the morning weakness-- the groggy feeling she had to endure when the sun was still up. But she knew it wasn't that. It wasn't the weakness. Nor was it a need for blood, although she knew it had been a while since she fed properly.
She closed her eyes, and continued to swing all alone, her seat making pretty arches of ruffles and ribbons every time it did. And she wondered if anyone could reach her.
When: June 28, 8:12am
Where: Sector 4 Playground
Summary: Amy is alone. Broken NV and all. Come and spend some time with her?
Warnings: Nothing.
Amy swung lazily on the swing set in the Sector Four playground. Softly, the gears squeaked as she pushed herself backwards and forwards. Usually, at this time, she would have gone to the nearby library to spend time there, but somehow... today, she didn't feel like it.
Somehow she felt like she had lost all that she felt for this world. It was like a huge gaping hole had been dug out overnight inside of her. Perhaps it was the morning weakness-- the groggy feeling she had to endure when the sun was still up. But she knew it wasn't that. It wasn't the weakness. Nor was it a need for blood, although she knew it had been a while since she fed properly.
She closed her eyes, and continued to swing all alone, her seat making pretty arches of ruffles and ribbons every time it did. And she wondered if anyone could reach her.