Fading to white; [ota ~ nudge Stryker]
Ophelia didn't have the ability to care for the weather, she continued to play outside, dance and play, although she avoided going barefoot any more.
The worst thing for her was the lack of specific supplies. She hadn't managed to colour her hair since she left New Jersey. The red was faded to pink, over the white of her bleached blond, and she didn't like it at all. Her ringlets wouldn't sit right, she hated that. She'd been thinking for ages on how she could get her colour back. She knew the rage didn't do anything for her hair, so soaking up emotions did nothing for her.
But maybe Stryker could.
With her fatigue pants tucked into the tops of her boots, laced them up to her calves. Her green tank top was on over her white one, military jacket buttoned up. She'd made the effort of fitting with the regulations. Wanting to fit in so that he'd at least see that she was trying.
Nibbling her lower lip, she brought forth some of Logan's emotions to steady herself, knocking firmly on the door to the Major's office.
The worst thing for her was the lack of specific supplies. She hadn't managed to colour her hair since she left New Jersey. The red was faded to pink, over the white of her bleached blond, and she didn't like it at all. Her ringlets wouldn't sit right, she hated that. She'd been thinking for ages on how she could get her colour back. She knew the rage didn't do anything for her hair, so soaking up emotions did nothing for her.
But maybe Stryker could.
With her fatigue pants tucked into the tops of her boots, laced them up to her calves. Her green tank top was on over her white one, military jacket buttoned up. She'd made the effort of fitting with the regulations. Wanting to fit in so that he'd at least see that she was trying.
Nibbling her lower lip, she brought forth some of Logan's emotions to steady herself, knocking firmly on the door to the Major's office.