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wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-06-07 12:52 am
wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-06-07 12:52 am
Room 418, Monday Morning
After a solid month of nearly unbroken repression, numbness and apathy it should have been a good sign that Cara actually felt something when she woke up this morning, but when that something was utter mortification with a good dash of confusion thrown in, she couldn't get back to pushing things back down into emotional white noise fast enough.
A bank. She thought she was a bank. She'd developed a random accent, tried to convince people to invest in her, and she was quite sure she'd been mistaken for a whore. More than once. Though at least she'd had the presence of mind to kick Nathan in the gut.
Even if she should have aimed lower.
[ooc: establishy]
A bank. She thought she was a bank. She'd developed a random accent, tried to convince people to invest in her, and she was quite sure she'd been mistaken for a whore. More than once. Though at least she'd had the presence of mind to kick Nathan in the gut.
Even if she should have aimed lower.
[ooc: establishy]