Not sure how it goes; [open]
Lou was sitting in the mess hall, ignoring all the kids. She didn't do well with children. Regardless of whether they were usually adults or whatever. They were noisy, fussy and usually needed a permanent nap.
Louisa and children was like ice cream and a microwave.
She was doodling again, this time on the table rather than the crockery, who knew what anyone thought of the plates and mugs and glasses now. She'd gotten tired of failing at her rubix cube, and with the noise going on, she thought it better to just deal with things and left her room.
She wasn't sure if her room mate was a child or if she was older or what. She hoped to God that nothing had happened to her. Continuing to draw, Lou silently wished for her music player. Even if it was just a crappy, throw away mp3 player.
She should've been writing to her mother.
[ooc; Lou is in the middle of drawing this on the table. I am not the artist, that would be thegirlinthebigbox on DA. Amazing stuff.]
Louisa and children was like ice cream and a microwave.
She was doodling again, this time on the table rather than the crockery, who knew what anyone thought of the plates and mugs and glasses now. She'd gotten tired of failing at her rubix cube, and with the noise going on, she thought it better to just deal with things and left her room.
She wasn't sure if her room mate was a child or if she was older or what. She hoped to God that nothing had happened to her. Continuing to draw, Lou silently wished for her music player. Even if it was just a crappy, throw away mp3 player.
She should've been writing to her mother.
[ooc; Lou is in the middle of drawing this on the table. I am not the artist, that would be thegirlinthebigbox on DA. Amazing stuff.]
