Cherry Bomb 35 ♦ Nice ♦ [In person]

[fuses-n-scars.livejournal.com]

[Nice is sat in the kitchen, a piece of paper underneath a impatiently tapping pen. Give or take a month or so, she's worked out that she's been at the Manor for over a year. And lately, she's been feeling it. Sure, the field trips are great, and she's met some awesome people here. But that wasn't to say she didn't miss home. She (selfishly?) hoped that time hadn't passed back in 1930's Chicago, that her friends were still safe. She isn't sure what she wants to write down, but she knows she wants to get something out. Anything. It's as though she's become spoiled by this place. Always having food, always having somewhere to sleep...why should she get to be here, while everyone she loves back home don't?

Picking up the whiskey glass next to her hand, she takes a thoughtful drink. This wasn't a mood she often found herself in; and she isn't sure she likes it too much.]

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[noblehealer.livejournal.com]

Oh! I'm sorry, did I disrupt you from anything?

[fuses-n-scars.livejournal.com]

[Snapped out of her daydream, Nice turns in her seat, folding an arm over the back of her chair as she looks round. Giving the girl a once over, she follows it with a small smile]

Nah, you're cool. Whatcha readin'?

[noblehealer.livejournal.com]

It's a book of fairytales. I've never read such tales like these before. It's rather fascinating to see.

I will get my shit together eventually :I

[fuses-n-scars.livejournal.com]

Fairytales eh~? Haven't read anythin' like that for a while now

[Not that she did a whole lot of reading as a kid..]

What's your name anyway? Don't think I've seen ya round before

[noblehealer.livejournal.com]

I'm Estellise, but my friends call me Estelle.



What is your name?