[Open Spam] - You wrote yourself into a corner safe, easy to defend your borders
[A little girl of about ten or eleven eases out of Bela Talbot's room, wearing pajamas that are far too large and a fuzzy bathrobe that swamps her. She's cradling a purring Siamese cat in her arms and looking mightily confused.
Probably because she is. Waking up in a ritzy room in a massive bed with a cat you've never seen before is kind of disorienting.
She pads, barefoot, toward the stairs, cuddling the cat close. Abby has no idea what's going on, but if this is the hospital her mother was talking about sending her to...
It's fancier than she thought it would be. She stops at the base of the stairs and looks up the little rectangular slot in the center as they climb up and out of her line of sight.
She gnaws on the corner of her lip, wincing as she bites a little too hard and draws blood.
The cat squirms, but she doesn't let go. She doesn't want to lose it in this place.]
Probably because she is. Waking up in a ritzy room in a massive bed with a cat you've never seen before is kind of disorienting.
She pads, barefoot, toward the stairs, cuddling the cat close. Abby has no idea what's going on, but if this is the hospital her mother was talking about sending her to...
It's fancier than she thought it would be. She stops at the base of the stairs and looks up the little rectangular slot in the center as they climb up and out of her line of sight.
She gnaws on the corner of her lip, wincing as she bites a little too hard and draws blood.
The cat squirms, but she doesn't let go. She doesn't want to lose it in this place.]