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shelley_winters) wrote2006-10-24 10:21 pm
shelley_winters) wrote2006-10-24 10:21 pm
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It is several hours before Shelley gets bored of glaring at walls.
Not that she only glared. She walked about, examining the place, and mentally criticising the furnishings. Well, if he's determined to stick to monochrome, he should be prepared for that.
He still keeps knives in the drawers. She looks at one for a long while before carefully closing it again and stepping away to look out of the window instead.
But a long while after it had grown dark, her irritation is finally directed more specifically - namely at the fact that she is stuck in here. So the girl heads defiantly for the door, peering out before heading into the corridor to find her own room.
Not that she only glared. She walked about, examining the place, and mentally criticising the furnishings. Well, if he's determined to stick to monochrome, he should be prepared for that.
He still keeps knives in the drawers. She looks at one for a long while before carefully closing it again and stepping away to look out of the window instead.
But a long while after it had grown dark, her irritation is finally directed more specifically - namely at the fact that she is stuck in here. So the girl heads defiantly for the door, peering out before heading into the corridor to find her own room.
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She doesn't want to die.
But more, she doesn't want to face that almost-person again, and feel her gaze and notice slip away even as they raise a knife...
She shivers.
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I win again
Peering into the hall carefully, Ishamael frowned at the eerie twilight as the moonlight sifted through the curtains.
"Let us go, Lady Shelley."