Matty Ballard (halosandthorns) wrote in the_next_step, @ 2009-03-23 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | matty ballard/thorn, tamsin doniger/colt |
Rec. room, evening; OPEN
Though she had a room all to herself, she didn't like it. Well, she didn't like being cooped up in it. Not when there were so many noises around her, people laughing, people pacing the length of their rooms, people reciting lines from plays or stories or whatever over and over again, trying to memorize them.
Quite frankly, it was enough to drive her a bit nuts.
So she had settled into one of the sofas in the rec. room, her guitar set on her lap. Quietly, she picked at the strings, playing something easy and nothing in particular at all. She had things on her mind. A lot of things, really, and that was just a bit too much. She didn't like to think, not when it left her this damn confused. And curious. Oh, she was curious.
What was that they said about cats and curiosity, and why they don't mix?