Gert Yorkes (arsenical) wrote in devolve2, @ 2011-04-22 01:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | gert_yorkes, molly_hayes |
Molly, Backdated to Sunday the 17th
Gert didn’t have a mental plan of how long of a time to give Molly as a cool down, but she figured that she had let a sufficient amount of time pass. If she was mistaken, then she could always bow out and return later. Her patience was pretty much infinite, and she was willing to wait it out as long as needed to.
After checking Molly’s room as well as a few other places, she had taken to wandering the halls and looking into various doorways occasionally. When she reached the med lab, she paused for a moment, fidgeting with the rings that were still on her finger and thinking, pondering. It was not like her to hesitate. Squaring her shoulders, setting her chin and letting out a deep breath, Gert turned into the room, eyes scanning it and then she smirked and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the door frame.
There was Molly, stocking shelves, iPod firmly entrenched in her ears and dancing slightly. For a moment, time seemed to slip backward, and Gert could believe that nothing had changed, that the world was just like it had always been, that they were just like they had always been. That sort of thinking was what had originally gotten her into trouble in the first place, though.
She couldn’t leave it hanging there, though. Stepping forward, Gert knocked on the wall although she wasn’t sure whether Molly would be able to hear her or not. It just depended on how loud she had the music currently up currently.