Room #122 Friday Night, After Caritas
Cally had practically run home from Jarod's party, glad that she had worn her boots rather than something foolish like heels. Her eye makeup was running a bit, as she couldn't help but cry a bit.
She had screwed up again. She seemed bound to do it, nowadays. She slammed the door behind her, not out of some rage but just because it seemed the thing to do. She didn't even take off the wig, she just buried her face in her pillow, smudging it blue and gold and black between the makeup and the tears.
She curled up on her sofa, clutching her hands at the emptiness next to her.
She was alone. And she was alone because she was stupid, or at least so she believed.
[ooc: The door is closed, but if anyone wants to drop by on the emo girl, she'd answer.]
She had screwed up again. She seemed bound to do it, nowadays. She slammed the door behind her, not out of some rage but just because it seemed the thing to do. She didn't even take off the wig, she just buried her face in her pillow, smudging it blue and gold and black between the makeup and the tears.
She curled up on her sofa, clutching her hands at the emptiness next to her.
She was alone. And she was alone because she was stupid, or at least so she believed.
[ooc: The door is closed, but if anyone wants to drop by on the emo girl, she'd answer.]