Re: Quicklog: Vegas, Sam & Mere
[To Meredith's credit, she wasn't curled up in bed for once. Ever since Neil had disappeared and she had been left, for the most part, without the safety net she had grown so accustomed to, she had realised that if anything was going to change, she was going to have to be the one to make it happen. It wasn't easy, getting used to how things were now, but she was trying. And that had to count for something, right?
The room was dark, but sun came through the blinds in thin slats of light, and Meredith, she was curled up in a chair near the window, bare feet tucked up beneath her, music playing as she attempted to do something with the yarn in her hands. Two needles and the start of a scarf rested in her lap, but she had paused for the moment, head canted to the side as she listened to the music.
The sound of the door opened, though, broke her from her reverie, and she turned towards the sound, soft conversation filtering through moments prior, voices that were familiar - Sam, Cris - and the knitting was gathered up and put down in the basket near her feet.
The room wasn't much to speak of. A dresser, a single bed, an overstuffed chair near the window, a bathroom off to one side with the door cracked open. Simple and bare, but comfortable enough for the blind girl. She didn't wear bandages any longer, and though the injuries had been enough to blind her, they hadn't been enough for her to lose her eyes entirely. They were cloudy, filmed over, focusing on nothing in particular as she stood to greet the pair that entered. Red hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, loose strands near her hairline that had escaped the black tie she twisted around it. The bruising had faded almost entirely, only a couple of small shadows remaining if one looked close enough.]
Sam. Cris. [It was an easy smile as she moved towards them, having memorised the layout of the room shortly after she had arrived.]