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Oct. 7th, 2012


[info]fated_wren

Ellipsis

Characters: Wren and Ryan
Setting: his room

Wren saw everything going on, and rubbed at her eyes a little. She normally got up early in the first place, though she had been asleep when the alarm sounded. The night before she'd been up late, thinking over everything. Like Chester. Charlie. Whatever his name really was.

Seeing Ryan's name, however, had her pushing everything else aside. She then read the message he had sent her, and she didn't know how to feel about it. In the end, she wound up staring at her screen for a long moment, before she quietly got up, changed into a day dress, then exited her room, to knock on Ryan's. "Ryan?" she called, just loud enough that she might be heard.

Sep. 19th, 2012


[info]insheepsclothes

Morning bird

Characters: Ryan and Wren
Setting: About 10 or 11, Hallway, elevator, laundry room

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Aug. 22nd, 2012


[info]insheepsclothes

The start of everything again...

Characters: Ryan and Wren
Location: hallway on Level 2
Warning: With Ryan, there's possibly going to be language at times, if only in his thoughts, just sayin'.


Ryan had caught up on his sleep when he'd be turned loose here. He didn't know what was in store for him, but he was generally unconcerned. Certainly he didn't like the fact that wherever he was, he was going to have to start all over again from scratch. It was inconvenient and bothersome and would take a lot of effort, but he'd done it before and he would do it again.

He got up, stretching languidly, and explored his closet, pleased to find a selection of clothes much to his liking, and even better, a cowboy hat in the top of the closet. His lips curved into a smirk as he set it on the bed and started shedding his prison jumpsuit, leaving it on the floor and padding naked into his private bathroom for a long, hot shower. It was, perhaps, not the same sort of fun without others there, but privacy had a joy all its own.

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