Let's talk.
Day: 38
Characters: Anubis [antsolute], Nami [namigator]
Summary: He’s mentioned a few times that they had to talk. It’s late and there’s a free moment, but she’s not going into cell 20 if Shira is around, thanks. Hey,Ant’s, come outside to play.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night / Open cell
Status: Closed/Incomplete
It had been a long day. A very odd but long day. Not that it was long as in bad, it had it’s ups and down at least. Just 20 something hours ago she had been rather freaked out by her friends telling her to run for it, to get away form Shira. Shira who blocked her way out and kept her to a wall… just so they could talk. Nothing else. Just talk. She was unnerved but unhurt so… so that was a downer but it brought a good morning.
A hug from Jack (stolen of course, but she was a pirate), a worry over Edgeworth to which she intruded on his bitterness, learning to dance some with Jack (that was for therapy reasons, oh yes, yes…) some chatting and rest on the lock ups (she refused to sleep on open doors now) and then hearing Reeve’s therapy call? Yes, indeed the day had gone up and down, up and down. Although she was worried about a few people there wasn’t much else to do. She wanted to find someone to hang out with tonight and not sit alone for mass murders or Shira (same thing right?) to come around. Paranoia? Perhaps.
Grabbing a few of her papers and maps and a stolen nub of pencil (what she wouldn’t give for a ink well and quill) she started out her door, paused and remembered Anubis wanting to talk. She eyed the door for a bit, brows narrowed over in a glare. Stupid cell twenty. There was a moment of wonder, if Naruto or Anubis was there. She was alright with those two (though she was still a bit pissed about Anubis’ apathetic comment to Shira about keeping her in good condition. Actually she was really pissed with that. He couldn’t of come over and told the guy off? Bah).
Slumping shoulders she stepped over towards his cell, noticed it was half open and thus knocked twice. “Psst, Anubis? You there? Come out and sit with me a bit?” she asked, and stepped back about four steps to bump into the other hall wall. She waited, wanting to see what move or spoke first. If it was the other guy, she was running down the hall in a moment, no questions asked.
Characters: Anubis [antsolute], Nami [namigator]
Summary: He’s mentioned a few times that they had to talk. It’s late and there’s a free moment, but she’s not going into cell 20 if Shira is around, thanks. Hey,Ant’s, come outside to play.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night / Open cell
Status: Closed/Incomplete
It had been a long day. A very odd but long day. Not that it was long as in bad, it had it’s ups and down at least. Just 20 something hours ago she had been rather freaked out by her friends telling her to run for it, to get away form Shira. Shira who blocked her way out and kept her to a wall… just so they could talk. Nothing else. Just talk. She was unnerved but unhurt so… so that was a downer but it brought a good morning.
A hug from Jack (stolen of course, but she was a pirate), a worry over Edgeworth to which she intruded on his bitterness, learning to dance some with Jack (that was for therapy reasons, oh yes, yes…) some chatting and rest on the lock ups (she refused to sleep on open doors now) and then hearing Reeve’s therapy call? Yes, indeed the day had gone up and down, up and down. Although she was worried about a few people there wasn’t much else to do. She wanted to find someone to hang out with tonight and not sit alone for mass murders or Shira (same thing right?) to come around. Paranoia? Perhaps.
Grabbing a few of her papers and maps and a stolen nub of pencil (what she wouldn’t give for a ink well and quill) she started out her door, paused and remembered Anubis wanting to talk. She eyed the door for a bit, brows narrowed over in a glare. Stupid cell twenty. There was a moment of wonder, if Naruto or Anubis was there. She was alright with those two (though she was still a bit pissed about Anubis’ apathetic comment to Shira about keeping her in good condition. Actually she was really pissed with that. He couldn’t of come over and told the guy off? Bah).
Slumping shoulders she stepped over towards his cell, noticed it was half open and thus knocked twice. “Psst, Anubis? You there? Come out and sit with me a bit?” she asked, and stepped back about four steps to bump into the other hall wall. She waited, wanting to see what move or spoke first. If it was the other guy, she was running down the hall in a moment, no questions asked.