angelina_jo (angelina_jo) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-09-12 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian pucey, angelina johnson |
Who: Angie and Adrian
What: Angelina needs to get away and Adrian offered his room
When: Saturday late afternoon/early evening
Where: Adrian's quarters wooo
Rating: PG? TBD?
To say Angelina was freaking out was a little bit of an understatement. It wasn't as though she was trying to be a drama queen, but with news of the quarantine extending into months rather than a week, it only took moments for the space around her to close in and a feeling of claustrophobia to settle in her chest. There was no leaving. She couldn't play in games, she couldn't go skiing, she couldn't even see her parents. This turn of events tore at her, and what was even worse? She was trapped in a place full of bad memories. Full of shadows and death. Full of shades of dead friends. All of this in more poured in on her, leading to a full blown panic attack which meant Georgie had to basically half carry her to the hospital wing. And then to the kitchens to drink herself into a depressed and anoxious filled stupor. But even that didn't help, and she woke up on Saturday with a crushing weight still on her chest as she was reminded that she had been replaced in her Chaser position she worked herself ragged for.
She hated this. She hated everything. So gathering herself up, she skipped both breakfast and lunch and made her way to Adrian's room, letting herself in easily enough to the inner emptiness and made her way to his bed, falling into it and curling up into a ball and pulling his blanket over her form. His sheets and pillow smelled of him, and oddly it was ridiculously comforting. Before long she fell into a deep sleep, not even realizing at first when he finally came back.