it's such a silly thing to do
characters: Beatrice
location: Random hallway, most likely the one leading to the gym.
time: Afternoon!
rating: PG.
open/closed: SO VERY OPEN
summary: Finally the princess decides to rejoin civilization, but well... someone is going to get drop kicked before the day is out.
[ it had been days, she isn't all that sure, since it happened, since she locked herself in her quarters and finally allowed herself to grieve. once she was finished she stared at a wall, only allowing whoever saw fit to bring her meals to enter and leave, she had to think gather her thoughts, plan her next move. two of the three were still alive, though one was captured and the other missing, but she would make do. she had to.
she was surprisingly quiet when she finally left her room, her path set and rather clear. she needed an outlet, one that wasn't the wall, her fist hardly appreciated being abused in such a manner. something she learned early after the execution, when she broke a mirror and fractured her right hand.
though it may not have been very obvious as she walked that she was by no means in the mood for idle chit chat, most saw it wise to avoid her completely. but that did not mean all were as smart, did it? this is so lame, forgive me ]
location: Random hallway, most likely the one leading to the gym.
time: Afternoon!
rating: PG.
open/closed: SO VERY OPEN
summary: Finally the princess decides to rejoin civilization, but well... someone is going to get drop kicked before the day is out.
[ it had been days, she isn't all that sure, since it happened, since she locked herself in her quarters and finally allowed herself to grieve. once she was finished she stared at a wall, only allowing whoever saw fit to bring her meals to enter and leave, she had to think gather her thoughts, plan her next move. two of the three were still alive, though one was captured and the other missing, but she would make do. she had to.
she was surprisingly quiet when she finally left her room, her path set and rather clear. she needed an outlet, one that wasn't the wall, her fist hardly appreciated being abused in such a manner. something she learned early after the execution, when she broke a mirror and fractured her right hand.
though it may not have been very obvious as she walked that she was by no means in the mood for idle chit chat, most saw it wise to avoid her completely. but that did not mean all were as smart, did it? this is so lame, forgive me ]