𝛃 - 002
[It's now been several hours since her ordeal in Insolitus with the Midnight Man. She's spent the early morning with the others at the Lux, and now she's back in her room. She's exhausted, but she still can't sleep, she still can't shake the hallucinations, of being back there, in that particular operation.]
[She cracks open her journal, intent on trying to lose herself in continuing the in depth report she'd been writing up over the past few days for Noble One in case he ever came in, but instead she just sat looking at it, unable to distract herself from the previous night, seeing his name where she'd written it and seeing him in the hallucination, reaching for the nuke.]
[She can't close her eyes or it would be that much clearer, so instead she looks up at the wall.]
[That damned yellow and white and brown wall with the damned framed picture of a bowl of candy corn. She grabs a coffee mug - emblazoned with happy little candy corns - and lobs it at the picture frame.]
[The journal records the resounding crash and shattering glass, and then her dictating. She'd intended to filter it to York, but in her frustration she forgets. She sounds pissed, but to those discerning it's the kind of pissed that's trying to hide something else,]
Is there anywhere in this goddamned place that's not fucking yellow?
[[ooc; Open journal! Her 'playing-in-CastleNet has been postponed until she's feeling a little better :3 ]]
[She cracks open her journal, intent on trying to lose herself in continuing the in depth report she'd been writing up over the past few days for Noble One in case he ever came in, but instead she just sat looking at it, unable to distract herself from the previous night, seeing his name where she'd written it and seeing him in the hallucination, reaching for the nuke.]
[She can't close her eyes or it would be that much clearer, so instead she looks up at the wall.]
[That damned yellow and white and brown wall with the damned framed picture of a bowl of candy corn. She grabs a coffee mug - emblazoned with happy little candy corns - and lobs it at the picture frame.]
[The journal records the resounding crash and shattering glass, and then her dictating. She'd intended to filter it to York, but in her frustration she forgets. She sounds pissed, but to those discerning it's the kind of pissed that's trying to hide something else,]
Is there anywhere in this goddamned place that's not fucking yellow?
[[ooc; Open journal! Her 'playing-in-CastleNet has been postponed until she's feeling a little better :3 ]]