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*Talia walked around the outside of the buildings of camp, trying to steer clear of people as she was still freaking out about what had happened in her room. She was only glad that her roommate wasn’t in the room at the time. Finally deciding that she couldn’t stand the cold anymore, Talia walked inside and went towards the mess hall, figuring there wouldn’t be many people in there at this time. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat in on of the many chairs in the mess hall. Her knees coming up in front of her, even though her feet kept slipping off of the small space. Talia wrapped one arm around her knees and kept the other one on the coffee mug in front of her.
Talia wanted to talk about what had happened but she didn’t know who she could talk to about it. There was El, but she wasn’t sure if she should tell her or not. Mainly because she didn’t want to be thought of as a freak by one of the only people she had actually had a connection with at camp.
She wished she was with her family, but she was also glad that her family hadn’t witnessed it. She couldn’t bear the thought of her family being afraid of her.
Talia steadily took sips from her coffee, looking up from her coffee now and then, when she heard footsteps walk past the mess hall. Talia finished her coffee, she walked to the sink and washed her cup. Drying it and putting it away, returned to her seat. However her feet were now placed on the ground and Talia’s gaze was firmly on her hands.*
((OOC: For those of you who don’t know what happened, Talia’s mutation decided it would show it’s head and burnt her sheets and her book.))
Talia wanted to talk about what had happened but she didn’t know who she could talk to about it. There was El, but she wasn’t sure if she should tell her or not. Mainly because she didn’t want to be thought of as a freak by one of the only people she had actually had a connection with at camp.
She wished she was with her family, but she was also glad that her family hadn’t witnessed it. She couldn’t bear the thought of her family being afraid of her.
Talia steadily took sips from her coffee, looking up from her coffee now and then, when she heard footsteps walk past the mess hall. Talia finished her coffee, she walked to the sink and washed her cup. Drying it and putting it away, returned to her seat. However her feet were now placed on the ground and Talia’s gaze was firmly on her hands.*
((OOC: For those of you who don’t know what happened, Talia’s mutation decided it would show it’s head and burnt her sheets and her book.))