Wait a second (closed to pyro OTA after drama has occurred)
It wasn't often that Esme had spoiled brat moments. She'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed today, however. She had the beginnings of a migraine and, as was typical, wanted to just be left alone. She tried restringing her guitar, since the damn cold wreaked havoc on the strings, only for a string to snap and cut her shoulder. She probably should have gone to the med wing for it. However. She felt no need to be around doctors. Ever. Even if the thing was fairly deep.
It already stopped bleeding, though, so she wasn't concerned.
As for the spoiled brat moment? She'd tried making herself something to eat only to somehow burn the ever loving shit out of the sandwich she was grilling and for a brief moment she thought of the staff at her old school and at the HFC. She barely had to tell them what she wanted anymore. Just point or email a picture or a recipe and she had it.
Not today, though. Today it was just her since Molly was off doing something with Laura and this left a disgruntled sonokinetic at the stove muttering swears in every language she knew as she threw out the sandwich and opted for a bowl of cereal instead.
(ooc: now OTA. she's wandering the base. find her wherever. she's very unhappy.)
It already stopped bleeding, though, so she wasn't concerned.
As for the spoiled brat moment? She'd tried making herself something to eat only to somehow burn the ever loving shit out of the sandwich she was grilling and for a brief moment she thought of the staff at her old school and at the HFC. She barely had to tell them what she wanted anymore. Just point or email a picture or a recipe and she had it.
Not today, though. Today it was just her since Molly was off doing something with Laura and this left a disgruntled sonokinetic at the stove muttering swears in every language she knew as she threw out the sandwich and opted for a bowl of cereal instead.
(ooc: now OTA. she's wandering the base. find her wherever. she's very unhappy.)