Room 414, Sunday Morning
It had been a weird week, since Karolina and Jim had gotten back from LA. As she'd expected, she'd gotten a call or two from the authorities, regarding the rest of the Pride's kids. She hated lying, but she'd lied to them all the same, saying she hadn't kept in touch with anyone and anyway, she was way across the country so how could she know where any of them were?
(She was so lucky they hadn't called on Wednesday.)
She hadn't quite been able to shake the guilt that came from having left the others, even though she knew they weren't holding it against her too harshly, and that having someone still on "the right side of the law" could be useful. So, she was putting together a care package right now. To be useful, and to help. She'd talked it over with Nico so they could figure out how to get it to the gang, and she still thought she might want to get someone else to actually mail it, just in case. It was a little like a spy film, except it wasn't as cool when it was happening in your actual life.
But she wasn't worrying about that yet. Nope, she had to actually figure out what to put into the package, first.
[ooc: Open door, open post.]
(She was so lucky they hadn't called on Wednesday.)
She hadn't quite been able to shake the guilt that came from having left the others, even though she knew they weren't holding it against her too harshly, and that having someone still on "the right side of the law" could be useful. So, she was putting together a care package right now. To be useful, and to help. She'd talked it over with Nico so they could figure out how to get it to the gang, and she still thought she might want to get someone else to actually mail it, just in case. It was a little like a spy film, except it wasn't as cool when it was happening in your actual life.
But she wasn't worrying about that yet. Nope, she had to actually figure out what to put into the package, first.
[ooc: Open door, open post.]