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badfic_manor2012-01-14 08:07 pm
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Cherry Bomb 36 ♦ Nice ♦ [In person] Who's left and who's leaving
[Nice hadn't done anything productive during the day, so, in order to quell the boredom she'd been experiencing the last few hours, she had left her room in order to go and find some entertainment. Usually, that meant testing bombs, watching movies, or bugging John; in this case, she decided to go do the latter. So, hands in pockets, she heads towards his room.
It takes her a moment before she realises why no one is answering her knocks. When she finally registers that his nameplate is gone, her hand slowly comes away from the door. She doesn't really outwardly react at first; she isn't really sure what to think. Normally, she would have been happy that he got to go back to his life, and to the girl he had waiting for him..but he'd been 'killed' when he was brought back to the Manor. All he was going back to was his own death.
She can feel a lump forming in her throat, but she forces it back down as she backs away from his room, and heads back to her own, willing herself not to cry. She wasn't 6 years old. Crying would make it better or bring him back. Nothing to do now but wait for the next plot to roll around, and wait for the Author to tire of her and send her home.]
It takes her a moment before she realises why no one is answering her knocks. When she finally registers that his nameplate is gone, her hand slowly comes away from the door. She doesn't really outwardly react at first; she isn't really sure what to think. Normally, she would have been happy that he got to go back to his life, and to the girl he had waiting for him..but he'd been 'killed' when he was brought back to the Manor. All he was going back to was his own death.
She can feel a lump forming in her throat, but she forces it back down as she backs away from his room, and heads back to her own, willing herself not to cry. She wasn't 6 years old. Crying would make it better or bring him back. Nothing to do now but wait for the next plot to roll around, and wait for the Author to tire of her and send her home.]