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izzyalienqueen) wrote2008-03-08 01:01 pm
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Room 406, afternoon
She'd needed last night, Isabel realized. After everything that had happened, she needed a night of being quiet and feeling safe.
Eventually she'd made it back to her room. After a shower, she'd called her mom, feigning surprise at the news of the destruction of the Meta-Chem, and quickly changing the subject to the cleaning supplies that were currently working busily around the room.
"I know mom," she said eventually. "Yes, we'll be out for dinner soon. I promise. Bye." Isabel hung up her phone and opened her laptop. Solitaire would be a good way to not think for the afternoon.
Eventually she'd made it back to her room. After a shower, she'd called her mom, feigning surprise at the news of the destruction of the Meta-Chem, and quickly changing the subject to the cleaning supplies that were currently working busily around the room.
"I know mom," she said eventually. "Yes, we'll be out for dinner soon. I promise. Bye." Isabel hung up her phone and opened her laptop. Solitaire would be a good way to not think for the afternoon.
[Door closed, post is open! And I'm about to go AFK till about 7 EST. I'll grab pings when I get back. And I'm back!!!]
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"Are you okay?" she asked, feeling bad that hadn't been the first thing she asked when she walked in.
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"Mostly," Isabel shrugged, because denial wasn't just a river. "Wyatt told me what happened, so that has me a bit freaked out. I'm sorry you guys had to see that."
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"There's nothing wrong with stamping your feet and crying," she teased gently. "In the right circumstances it could get you a shiny new toy. Although personally I've always been partial to the pout with puppy eyes." Teasing and pretending everything was alright was just easier, Isabel realized.
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