[The PCD is on the ground, looking up at a bed. The room is pretty dark, with just the moonlight lighting the place, casting blue shadows over almost everything. The only way you can tell someone is occupying the bed is because her arm flops over the side, and quiet breathes can be heard. Suddenly it is not so quiet at all - her breathing gets a ( Read more... )

[Cissnei is slouched over a table, her hands busy and her head lowered, with a strip of paper (probably torn off from somewhere) between her fingers.
In her other hand she spins a pen, and occasionally pens down a few words.
Even though the angle of the PCD can't allow many of the words to be read clearly, there are a few bolded or underlined ones ( Read more... )