|Kytana Rogers (underpressurexx) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2016-01-18 08:27:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, ~kytana rogers, ~steve rogers (old)|
Who: Kytana R, Mom, and Dad ( <3 )
Where: Their place in the Temple
What: Emotions run high. Kyt wants to move out.
Closed; Temple Dwellers welcome to chime in
All Kytana had done for days was pace. Around and around. Since receiving that group message from Sunni, who was so kind and generous to want to invite others to live with them, others like them, she was annoyed. Outraged. Not to mention her bike was now, also, in pieces filled with bullet holes and stained with her tears. She could only take so much. She couldn't do it anymore. So that afternoon she went up to her room with a stomp stomp on the floor, clearly in distress, banging things around as clothes and such were thrown into a bag. Mostly memorabilia went with her. Mermaids did not need clothes. Not a lot of clothes, anyway. Just enough to be decent in front of the one man down there and her friend.
Kytana was muttering to herself. More like shouting. Anyone within earshot--which was particularly wide of range considering the abilities of those living in the home--could hear her. Hate this place, she said. Gotta get out of here. I can't do it anymore. Pack, pack. Her bag was filled and then dragged down the stairs without so much as a breath to then find her parents. Cheeks pink, eyes clearly tired and her hair a mess, the girl needed to cut herself some slack.
But she never did, did she?
"Mom. Dad. I'm moving out!"