Rayan Grayson (_girl_wonder_) wrote in motelca, @ 2016-01-13 07:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent (i_am_allison), rayan grayson (_girl_wonder_), thomas (wehavearunner) |
Late night for a song bird. [ota]
Rayan hadn't been able to sleep, after a few hours she had given up. Too much had gone on and her mind was still mulling it over, not allowing her to actually calm down. Which was why she was currently in the ballroom, the only place she could find that was large enough to go through tumbling routines to try to focus.
On the table, where her boots and jacket were sitting, was a notepad she had gotten from the front desk and a pen. Everything that she could think of about the current situation was written on it, along with the names she had managed to get from some of the others. The notes were scribbled down in disorganized thoughts, mostly to try to get them out of her head, something else that hadn't worked, not that she had hoped it would, Rayan had issues back at the Manor with sleeping, catching catnaps when she could, but always waking hearing her parent's screams.
Another run of tumbling moves had her cross the width of the room again, this time a few no handed flips were added. She was at least behaving and not bouncing off the wall. The teen was lost in her thoughts, trying to put together the last waking moments back in Gotham, hoping to figure out how she had woken on the cable car in the first place.
Ending the run in a low crouch, she sank the rest of the way to the floor, crossing her ankles in front of her. “It doesn't make sense!” Her words weren't that loud, but echoed in the empty ballroom.