nineteen_stars (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nineteen_stars) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-06-23 18:15:00 |
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What: Being mistaken for famous is hard work.
Where: All around Chicago
When: Day 3
Warnings: Uhm. It's Trenton and Isobel. Isn't that warning enough?
Notes: None at the moment.
The hotel the cabbie had taken them to was nice, even by modern day standards, and the bed was more than luxurious enough for Isobel to fall asleep on shortly after her head hit the pillow. For all that they had been through, sleep came easily and all too soon, the afternoon sun was glinting through the drawn curtains and she squinted into the light, pushing herself up with a yawn.
Hands clutched the sheet around her as she sat up, the blue dress from before abandoned for sleep. "Trenton?" she asked, hair mussed around her face, looking around for him. She could remember him being with her last night, his sharp words and glances that left her wondering what he was thinking.