Corrine Fisher (hunts_witches) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-09-11 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 09, corrine fisher |
RP: Coping
Characters: Corey
Time/Date: afternoon, September 11
Location: rec area
Warnings/Rating: skittish Corey
Summary: Corey drifts
Status: Closed
Corey was slightly more relaxed with Roland around. She was still kidnapped, their father was still dead, but Roland was here to ground her, keep her stable. She still had nightmares, but now he was there next to her to hold her, to comfort her, to try to chase them away. To assure her that no one else was going to put her in a coffin. That no one else was going to hurt her like that.
It was a lie, of course.
He didn't know what was going to go on here. Maybe they would bury her in a coffin. Maybe they would bring in the witches, the other guardians, and maybe it would happen all over again. At least they couldn't kill her father again.
She hoped.
When Roland went to shower, and possibly explore, Corey wandered out of the room they were sharing. He'd moved into hers, and she was perfectly fine with that. If anyone had any questions about it, she really didn't care. Let them think whatever they wanted; they were probably right.
Corey started down the hallway. She started to go to the library before changing her mind. Maybe some mind-numbing TV would suit her better. She drifted to the DVD rack and started to sort through the titles to see if anything appealed to her.