RP: Still in Shock Characters: Corey, Luke Time/Date: Evening, September 3 Location: Library Warnings/Rating: Traumatized and shocked Corey still trying to adjust Summary: Corey has no idea how to acclimate to this place Status: Complete
She ate. She slept. She moved through the motions of a day. Showered. Read the posts in the network, wandered around outside. She didn't have her blades. She didn't even have the cross she usually wore around her neck. She felt naked, and she was more alone than she'd ever been. She'd always had Roland. Always. Very recently, Roland became all she had ... and now he was gone. Or she was gone, but the point was the same. They were separated, and she was terrified.
Corey had never been the brave one. Not in the field of emotions, at any rate. She'd hunt. She'd shoot. She'd kill a witch if it came to that, but not unless there was a reason to. Her father had hunted indiscriminately, but Corey and Roland had been selective with their hunting. Not every witch was out to harm people.
Though the last coven they'd run into ...
Corey shied away from the memories of that. They haunted her nightmares; she had no desire to think about them in the daytime.
Venturing downstairs, she ate a light dinner in the kitchen, watching a woman with a panther. Neither of them said anything, and eventually the woman moved outside, leaving Corey to her own devices. She didn't really want to hang out by the TV; she imagined people were going to be there. But the library should be quiet enough. She didn't want to go back up to her room, and she thought she should meet people here who she didn't stab right off the bat. Not that she could stab anyone right now ...
Moving from the kitchen, Corey drifted into the library. She found a stuffed armchair near the corner, and she mentally claimed that as her own before she moved to survey the shelf of books to see if there was anything interesting to read.