Madison McKenna (_burnbabyburn_) wrote in playinghouse, @ 2012-09-08 17:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | 01-12, madison |
Live minimal, die unaffected
Who: Madison and Open
Where: Her room, and then the common room in the fourth floor
When: Mid-Morning
Having lived most of her life in an insane asylum - or psychiatric hospital, as the more political correct ones would call it - there wasn't much in terms of worldly possessions that Madison held dear to her heart. Sure, when she got out she'd bought a few trinkets here and there, some shiny accessories, an eye-shadow or two, just to experiment. But the bottom line was that she did not have many of either of those things, and was not overly attached to them.
This morning's shower had been paved with things she counted on gone weirdly missing, like hair conditioner - otherwise her hair might look like a giant orange brush - body lotion and her blow-dryer. It was when she got back to her room and decided to spend her time by painting her nails and found her one nail polish bottle missing that Madison realized something was going on. Something else. It wasn't just caffeine and sugar missing anymore, and she highly doubted she had been the only victim.
A quick scurry for her bracelets, earrings and hair accessories showed that them, too, were gone. When she opened her closet, the very few things that were not jeans and t-shirts were - you guessed it - gone too. "Huh." Madison immediately wondered what it was like out there with everyone else. As for her, well, you didn't really have access to a lot of luxury items where she had grown up. And privacy counted among those. Did it irk her? Of course. But it was nothing that she couldn't get over. At last she began to understand what people talked about when they mentioned 'life experience'. It came in handy once or twice.
With her hair still wet like a mop and her usual get-up minus the accessories, Madison made her way to fourth floor common area with a book she had found in the library. That was how she planned to pass the time before things blew up all over the 'intranet'. Meanwhile, in the back of her head, she wondered if herself and her fellow Experiment B mates were as immune from the scientific experiments as they seemed to think.