Tracey Morgana Davis (tracing_davis) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-03-14 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 03, character: tracey davis |
RP: Tracey
Who: Tracey Davis
Where: Leaving London
When: 14th March, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Tracey goes on an extended holiday.
Looking at her packed trunk, Tracey smiled in satisfaction. Her clothes were neatly packed, her medical kit was packed in the bottom and her general knick knacks were neatly stored too. She'd decided to take some time off from work after Cal's death; working only seemed a way to distract herself from grieving and she knew, for the first time ever, that she needed to cut loose and just relax. Actually listen to her feelings and emotions rather than try to numb them with cases, puzzles and long hours with little sleep.
Tracey had told Pat a couple of days ago about her plans and she had started packing soon after. Her robes and Muggle clothes were in the trunk, all of her possessions that she thought she would need too. Everything else had been left in the flat. She wasn't planning on selling and would come back to London at some stage, once she felt in a happier or better place.
First on the itinerary was Europe to relive some of her youth, travelling around like her and Adrian had first done as a young couple. Then she planned to go East and see the world, practice other religions and live in a different culture. She hadn't decided how long she'd be away but she had told St Mungo's she was taking a six month sabbatical. Considering she had taken very little holiday since starting at the hospital, she well deserved it and after the recent events and Cal's death, the hospital hadn't begrudged it her.
Looking around the flat to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she closed the lid and dragged her trunk over to the Floo. Tracey used the powder to create bright green flames, saying the name of the hotel and stepping into the fire with her trunk. Perhaps, just maybe, this hotel would be just the thing she needed to finally stop.