Katalina Xarhakos (1inthechamber) wrote in ofourowndevice, @ 2013-04-12 18:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 07-01-13, katalina, regan |
I was raised up like a snake, You were raised to leave me bait
Who: Regan and Lina
When: Late morning
Where: Second floor, pearl wing hallway
When Lina woke up again she felt a little closer to normal, and she was told she could go back to her room. The security guard had offered to take her back to the main building in a golf cart, and for whatever reason Lina had gone into uncontrollable laughter at the idea. It appeared that, for the time being at least, her brain had decided it was just not going to deal with a single damn thing. She would go back to her room, take a shower, go to the bar and get wasted. Really, this seemed like the only wise course of action right now. Any time she tried to think about her current situation with anything closer to actual depth, she felt like throwing up again. Shock to the system, they'd told her. Give it time.
'Kay. Drinks then.
When Lina stepped off the elevator onto the second floor, she felt a little less like death, but she was still quite the sight. She'd gone for her little run in a pair of ratty grey sweatpants and a black tank top, and wearing sneakers so old they were practically falling apart. Her hair was still limp and damp with sweat, and she'd thrown it back into a messy pony-tail. The expression on her face hinted that she was having something of a bad day, and when an all-too-chipper housekeeper offered her a smile Lina stopped and stared at the woman until the maid realized she suddenly had something much better to do in a different part of the hotel. Wise decision, that.