Presents from an apathetic Santa
Who: Mazie
Where: A Block

This was not really something she cared about right now. It wasn't something she cared about so much that she contemplated not helping. Like really, truly, gave it some deep thought. In the end, it was Adam and Rusty that kept coming to mind. Just because she was made didn't mean she had to be mean to other people, right? Rusty had called her out on it and she didn't want to be that person to him. And she didn't want to be that person to Adam either. And it would be devastating, she figured, if Adam didn't get to see Kyle. So while she was still deciding if she was even going to show up at the basement, if they got access to it, she was picking through items in the pool storeroom.

Why the hell she was in the pool storeroom, she didn't even know. It was where her feet had let her and it was a bad idea, because she had flashbacks to the time that Autumn had been hit. To the time that she'd punched that asshole to keep him away from Autumn. Groaning, she grabbed a deflated inner tube, bright pink and translucent, and started on her way back to her room.

She didn't even really care what room it stopped at, just dropped it at an open room and kept going. She didn't stop to look to see that she'd dropped it outside of room 10; just went back to her room and shut the door behind her.