Who: Sally and Barrel What: Proving the urban legends are full of crap. Where: The B-floor hallway by his room When: This afternoon Rating: PG-15, subject to change.
Another package from father, opened God knows how long ago and dug through for... what the hell did they think he'd send her? A new book (Song of Kali by Dean Simmons; once again she was impressed at how her father was able to get these things to her), a CD that she had sitting on her bookshelf at home and had asked to her father to send to her, a small box of tangerine-flavored taffy that she intended on giving to L straightaway, and a bag of random candies that Sally's father new she liked. Nestled in the bottom was a box of graphite and a pad of thick drawing paper. The quality of the journal paper and pencils wasn't worth Johnny's talents and she wanted to give him something better - which was why when she'd last talked to her father on the phone, she'd requested this little addition as well. This was only a small package compared to what he usually sent, but it was something either way.
She made her way upstairs, holding the brown box with one hand and shuffling through it with the other. She'd taken the long way back to her room, just to check on some of the rooms that had recently been filled up and take stock of the new patients. She was trying to only casually glance inside of the rooms that had only recently been empty, but found that most of the patients were elsewhere. Clearly not paying much attention to where her feet were going, she tripped on her own shoe, swearing as she stumbled and sent the box to the floor, spilling its contents and sending a packet of Pop Rocks and a few cellophane-wrapped jawbreakers skittering across the floor.