The issue of normality
It had been almost a week since Bridget had woken up in her own body, and almost a week of living away from the compound. Suicidal depression could only last so long, as far as Bridget was concerned. Especially without neither Ben nor Jerry to console her in her time of need. But she'd started to cheer up, thank god, and as long as she didn't think about the events of last week, she was verging on normal.
Normal, but slightly bored. But being bored was normal in itself, as she hadn't found much to do besides read and write recently.
Today she had left her shoes in Richard's hut, and was standing in the surf, contemplating whether or not she'd spend the night in the compound tonight. She hadn't talked to Elliot since they were both men, and the temptation of gossiping with her was very strong. Elliot most likely needed to be lectured for poor judgement when it came to the issue of chocolate bread as well, as Bridget was certain that she hadn't listened to her advice.
Maybe she'd start the walk now.
No...five minutes. In five minutes she'd go.
Or maybe in ten.
[ooc: open to all, even those that may not be on good terms with her at the moment.]
Normal, but slightly bored. But being bored was normal in itself, as she hadn't found much to do besides read and write recently.
Today she had left her shoes in Richard's hut, and was standing in the surf, contemplating whether or not she'd spend the night in the compound tonight. She hadn't talked to Elliot since they were both men, and the temptation of gossiping with her was very strong. Elliot most likely needed to be lectured for poor judgement when it came to the issue of chocolate bread as well, as Bridget was certain that she hadn't listened to her advice.
Maybe she'd start the walk now.
No...five minutes. In five minutes she'd go.
Or maybe in ten.
[ooc: open to all, even those that may not be on good terms with her at the moment.]