Penelope had spent the afternoon reading, that was until a couple phone calls interrupted the peaceful quiet of her day. So of course she returned them, mildly confused, but determined to put her mind at ease once more.

[Open, of course.]

Penelope lay away for several moments thinking about the events that took place over the weekend. The more she thought about them, the more she felt a bit ill. Perhaps it would be a good idea if she kept to her bed all day and simply ignore life. That would work well for her. While knowing it was Fandom playing around with them again, she wasn't ( Read more... )

Penelope stood on top of a rocky cliff, looking down below over the thrashing waves of the ocean. She was barefoot, and her long white thin kind of see-through gown clung to her delicate frame. Or more that the mist plastered it against her curves ( Read more... )

It was a rare kindness to find that leaving and coming back, hadn't changed a thing. Mostly her relationship with Hurley. No questions were asked; they were simply a couple again and she for one, couldn't be more thankful.

Smiling to herself, she finished putting away the las few things she'd unpacked, and more or less straightened an already clean ( Read more... )

With Joan kind enough to lend Penelope the room for the evening, she'd set it up rather nicely for her picnic and movie night with Hurley. There were candles lit in various vantage points, and a comfy blanket with big fluffy pillows neatly arranged on the floor. Dinner was fried chicken, potato salad, fresh dinner rolls, and cherry pie for dessert ( Read more... )

Penelope was... in a mood. A mood that she couldn't quite label. Many thoughts, many people, many feelings took over and as she lay on her bed on her side, she stared forward, towards her open door; her gaze unfocused.

She thought once the curse was broken, she would feel new. Somehow different. But she didn't. She was the same old Penelope. Perhaps ( Read more... )

Guys? I can't type anymore 'cause I'm super high and stuff and can't think, much less type without having to correct every word.  I haveta lie down now. Nyquil demands it. I feel icky. So pardon the dropped threads! I'll get to them eventually and stuff.

It was an easy day for Penelope and she considered thoughtfully what she was going to do for the weekend. Most likely keep to herself, possibly read. Or maybe she'd see what Joan or Ino were up to. She was in a good mood though and settled back on her cot, munching on a Ho Ho. She promised Miss Daisy she was going to cut down on the chocolate cakes ( Read more... )

Penelope was up on the roof, feeling the need to be away from everyone. She wasn't in a somber mood, or even a bad mood; she was in that space in between.

She wasn't sure what to do about Hurley and her emotions were conflicted.

( My faith is shaking... )

Penelope woke up with a languid stretch and sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She'd slept in longer than she should have, or rather would have liked. It was just last night a cloak of loneliness settled around her and she curled up with her book light and read her beloved The Dreamer; staying up late into the night and early morning ( Read more... )