Who: Mini and Taylor When: Day 9, early morning Where: Mini's room
Taylor woke up a bit groggily. After hearing about last night's attack, she had kind of gone into her shell a bit. She'd managed to avoid the temptation of listening to her iPod too much, but she couldn't avoid one of the funny little cigarettes she had stored away in her fanny pack. Before she knew it, the world was a much happier place than it had been a few minutes earlier. Eventually, she had managed to put the joint out before completely passing out in a dreamy haze, dreaming of the Forests of Gondor, where she fought bravely to rescue the red-headed maiden from the monsters that held her captive.
The sun peeking into her room, however, had awakened her. Stumbling around her room, she washed her face and got dressed. She knew she needed to do something, but she couldn't figure out what it was supposed to be. It wasn't until her t-shirt was halfway over her head, one arm in a sleeve and one arm out, that a little bell rang in her head. "Mini!" she exclaimed as she shirt fell over her head with a floomp. She wondered if anyone had bothered to tell Mini what had happened, and if they had, had she even understood them. Forgetting her socks and shoes and finishing putting her shirt on as she went, she ran out the door and up the stairs to the German girl's room.
It was actually rather quick getting up the stairs- Taylor had always had a little bit of a "thing" for Parkour, and she instinctively used those skills to find the path of least resistance up to the fourth floor. She really hoped Mini was all right, and mentally kicked herself for not checking up on the girl sooner. She felt like she'd let her down, not being there and instead thinking of herself and getting high. Running down the hall, not particularly caring if she woke anyone up, she pulled to a stop outside Mini's room. "Mini?!" she said, banging on the door rapidly. "Mini, are you awake? Are you there?"