Backdated to Day 46
Who: Fiona and Open (Special invite to Mr. Westen though)
When: Backdated to Day 46
Where: Around town
What: Fi's finally Fi again. :D
When Fiona woke up that morning, she was instantly confused. Fiona didn't like being confused. She looked around the vaguely familiar room, searching out anything she could use as a weapon and got out of bed. Looking down at herself, she gasped. The nightgown she was wearing was something her grandmother would've worn. She went to the closet and found that all the clothes there, though they were her size, they weren't anything she'd ever even consider wearing. She dug through the closet, her nose turned up at the outfits that nuns would probably find too conservative until she came across the outfit she'd been wearing when she arrived in Peaksville.
Everything came rushing back to her then. West, the tape, Anthony. She froze then, truly scared for the first time in a long time. That kid could do anything if he'd made Fiona Glenanne into a 50's housewife and mother for a few days. She dressed quickly, immediately thinking of her options on how to get out of the house without running into Anthony. It was the easiest way.
Grabbing her tape and journal, she crept slowly out of the bedroom, using all her training as an IRA soldier to make sure the coast was clear. Thankfully, the house seemed to be empty and she made a run for it. Once out of the house, she headed towards town square, hoping to run into someone. She'd remembered hearing about a boarding house on one of her trips into town, but honestly had no idea where it was. Everything felt like that to her. She felt like she knew little bits of a lot of things, but that she had just generally been sleeping and dreaming up most of this since her arrival. Had she woken up anywhere else, she would've thought the last week to be a nightmare. The only thing really clear that stuck out in her mind was that Michael was in town too, and she really needed to find him.
When: Backdated to Day 46
Where: Around town
What: Fi's finally Fi again. :D
When Fiona woke up that morning, she was instantly confused. Fiona didn't like being confused. She looked around the vaguely familiar room, searching out anything she could use as a weapon and got out of bed. Looking down at herself, she gasped. The nightgown she was wearing was something her grandmother would've worn. She went to the closet and found that all the clothes there, though they were her size, they weren't anything she'd ever even consider wearing. She dug through the closet, her nose turned up at the outfits that nuns would probably find too conservative until she came across the outfit she'd been wearing when she arrived in Peaksville.
Everything came rushing back to her then. West, the tape, Anthony. She froze then, truly scared for the first time in a long time. That kid could do anything if he'd made Fiona Glenanne into a 50's housewife and mother for a few days. She dressed quickly, immediately thinking of her options on how to get out of the house without running into Anthony. It was the easiest way.
Grabbing her tape and journal, she crept slowly out of the bedroom, using all her training as an IRA soldier to make sure the coast was clear. Thankfully, the house seemed to be empty and she made a run for it. Once out of the house, she headed towards town square, hoping to run into someone. She'd remembered hearing about a boarding house on one of her trips into town, but honestly had no idea where it was. Everything felt like that to her. She felt like she knew little bits of a lot of things, but that she had just generally been sleeping and dreaming up most of this since her arrival. Had she woken up anywhere else, she would've thought the last week to be a nightmare. The only thing really clear that stuck out in her mind was that Michael was in town too, and she really needed to find him.