Room 220 | Friday Afternoon
His seventeenth birthday wasn't a day Griff really could let himself care too much about. The date on his clock was just a reminder of hot days out at the Empty Quarter with a fresh bucket of paintballs. Memories that were best buried and ignored.
Keeping life going along the new normal Griff had created for himself, he popped back to the room with his afternoon coffee and decided it would be best to stay indoors and avoid the sticky rain. At any rate, books were an excellent escape from thought, if not from people who knew where he lived. Oh well.
[Door and post open. Icon stares at you all.]
Keeping life going along the new normal Griff had created for himself, he popped back to the room with his afternoon coffee and decided it would be best to stay indoors and avoid the sticky rain. At any rate, books were an excellent escape from thought, if not from people who knew where he lived. Oh well.
[Door and post open. Icon stares at you all.]