April (![]() ![]() @ 2012-04-26 20:36:00 |
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Sylvia was restless. She was ready to get off the train, but wasn't quite interested in asking someone to take her off. There was talk of a change being 'soon' and she wasn't really interested in getting stuck in a forest, enchanted or otherwise. While she hoped the stop was next, she wasn't going to hold her breath on that front. She was just ... tired of the same corridor and the same rooms, and the lack of anything useful to do. She wasn't useful, and it was starting to wear on her. She wanted to be useful, but didn't even know where to start. She couldn't cook, organizing was taken care of, she wasn't interested in somehow screwing up someone's laundry by offering to wash their clothes ... so what did that leave, exactly? What did she know how to do? She knew how to be a spoiled rich brat who lost at poker and who learned how to rob banks after being kidnapped by then falling for a boy from the ghetto. It wasn't much of a resume, and Sylvia smirked slightly. Disinclined to bother her roommate with her restless fidgeting, Sylvia headed out to roam the train. She didn't know what she wanted to try to do, so she figured she'd just stalk the corridors until something interesting presented itself. |