015 | action | ota?
[ She's glad the Mist is pretty much gone, but wasn't it the world's biggest chore to get out of the bunkers without a second question asked.
Hermit!Meg is back in business, only this time, with less of a bruise on her neck, and more on her face. She'd been lucky enough to keep it from the shorty that was her roommate, by sleeping with the blankets over her head, but she knew that it wouldn't last much longer than that.
Her mind would wander back to under the bunkers and what happened, but she always managed to shoot all the doubt down with false hope and misconceptions. Ice stopped working after the first day or two; at least it wasn't her newest fashion accessory in a dark purple anymore. She reread old books, revisited old assignments and flipped through textbooks to pass the time. When did she let herself sink so low? It isn't until later in the evening when no one's around that she slips into the library unnoticed. She makes her home in a bean bag chair stolen from the preschooler's area, and holes up in the deepest corner of the place, hopefully? Out of sight. Flipping through all sorts of books, picture books, hobby books, how-to books. She finds them all very amusing, but not very practical. They just passed the time. ]
Hermit!Meg is back in business, only this time, with less of a bruise on her neck, and more on her face. She'd been lucky enough to keep it from the shorty that was her roommate, by sleeping with the blankets over her head, but she knew that it wouldn't last much longer than that.
Her mind would wander back to under the bunkers and what happened, but she always managed to shoot all the doubt down with false hope and misconceptions. Ice stopped working after the first day or two; at least it wasn't her newest fashion accessory in a dark purple anymore. She reread old books, revisited old assignments and flipped through textbooks to pass the time. When did she let herself sink so low? It isn't until later in the evening when no one's around that she slips into the library unnoticed. She makes her home in a bean bag chair stolen from the preschooler's area, and holes up in the deepest corner of the place, hopefully? Out of sight. Flipping through all sorts of books, picture books, hobby books, how-to books. She finds them all very amusing, but not very practical. They just passed the time. ]