WHO: Lenore Quinlan & Zayne (to multiple) WHEN: Wednesday afternoon WHERE: The park by the swings WHAT: What do you do when you have an excess amount of energy and a practically negative count of friends on this island? Swing, of course! RATING: PG-13 for language, maybe?
The lady of perpetual motion was sufficiently bundled up and ready to hit the park despite the cold, sad weather. She was an adult living with her parents for Heaven's sake because of this whole radiation debacle, and it was taxing. It wasn't like she hated her parents or anything, but she just turned 21 and she was feeling a little caged in. Suffocated. Super claustrophobic. She'd already gone for a run to try and flush out some of this built up energy, but she was like that bunny - she just kept going and going and going. There was no stopping her until she literally passed out or something. It was just... her nature. Or a weird defect in her DNA or some shitty side effect of the radiation poisoning. Who knows.
Playing from her phone was a truly obnoxious playlist which she has zero problems singing loudly to even though no one else can actually hear the music. It's fine, her voice isn't truly terrible. All in all, despite being completely alone she looked like she was having a pretty fun time. Even the gala event, despite knowing what it was and what it was for, didn't deter her from having fun. Lenore was just one of those people who seemed to perpetually find enjoyment and fun in just about everything.
Everything except being stuck inside somewhere, of course. That's why school had been so hard, why she didn't feel the need to go to college. No, she would get a job and live a regular life here on this Island until they let them go, or she would live here until she died. Wow, that was a depressing thought. She stopped on the swing for a minute, frowning. "Screw it." She said, turning the volume up to deafening levels. She'd worry about that another day.