helen magnus, m.d. d.t.c.x.b. (lifelines) wrote in marinanova, @ 2013-07-10 19:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | helen magnus, rebekah mikealson |
Day 227 | action; | closed to Rebekah
The day after the holidays had gotten Helen Magnus to thinking. It was early November for her, yet the holiday the wardens had just thrust on them was very clearly late December. She'd taken the previous day to walk around, get her bearings, and decidedly not think about what December meant. That was for next month. Or never. If she were to be honest with herself, she would never want to remember the 8th of December.
Which was why she had thrown herself into her work at the clinic. Little else needed to be done, but she was cataloging as much as she could, taking notes for herself on what she had learned so far in her week in this prison. They were enlightening on some level, but it wasn't enough to keep her mind from wandering. Yesterday, she'd gone out to find something new to wear, a nice jacket and pant suit. Today, she was working. At the moment, she was in the back, so focused on her work that someone could very easily walk in without her notice. Not that she expected anyone to, but when did anyone do as expected in her life?