Tina Cohen-Chang is Princess of the Asian Vampires (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} colored_streaks) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2011-01-06 16:34:00 |
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What: Elliot's shoes have a mind of their own
When: Early Evening
Where: Complex Lobby
Warnings: None at the moment
Status: In Progress
Tina wasn't sure what to feel. She'd been cooping herself up in the music room ever since it had been constructed. Well, beyond when she had gone up to Quinn's room to drink wine. Now that had been unexpected, but it seemed that the once Queen Bee had mellowed out since giving birth (and keeping her daughter) as well as this world. It was the only logical explanation. War changed people. And Tina was afraid of that. She was afraid of everything she would face and the fact that she might not have MIke. Oh, he said they'd still be there for one another, but it would be different. They had crossed a line and now? Now she was afraid of losing him. But she couldn't hate him and she couldn't hate Kitty for it either. Mike just had that effect on people.
But for once, the lone female Asian wasn't in the music room. She was in the kitchen making herself some tea. With all of the singing she'd been doing, on top of crying, her throat needed some TLC. So it was tea with lemon and since she was in the kitchen, Tina made herself a sandwich. No matter how depressed she got, she wasn't going to forget to eat. She couldn't. She just couldn't let herself fall that far.
Finishing up with her impromptu dinner, Tina made her way to the lobby. She wasn't sure what she was doing there. Maybe she wanted to go out and explore? No, not really. She knew she was going to need to get used to the area but it would probably be best with someone with her so she didn't get lost and attacked. So no, she wasn't there to leave. Was it to people watch? Well, maybe... But it was certainly peculiar to people watch while standing in the middle of the lobby.
Tugging on her black lace skirt, the goth sighed and started towards a seat to sit and observe.