November 7, 2013 [SYN]
WHO: Melody Carter WHAT: Released from prison the hospital ward. WHEN: Nov 7, 2013, mid morning. WHERE: 19th floor, room 1906 RATING: Low STATUS: Complete, Narrative, Closed.
Her release from the 'hospital' wasn't met with kind words or a family to pick her up. In fact, Melody wasn't sure where her family even was - she hadn't spoken to them in years. This didn't seem like the time to start, either. Confirm their suspicions that she was crazy? Right, that would be a really good idea. Instead, she left the hospital ward of Seagram tower with a faint wave to Elise Kadison, a bag of her bloody clothes and other belongings, and the trek down to the nineteenth floor, where she was now to live.
Her new room wasn't different. She had been a recruit before, they were familiar in a way that any room you felt no attachment to was familiar. It had a bed, walls, sink, bathroom, kitchen, and potentially a roommate. She found herself alone when she went in, and preferred it to be that way. Her stuff wasn't set up or put together, just kind of boxed and put in the bedroom area. "Good." She said to herself. That's how she liked it anyway. There was no reason to put too much effort into it - she would just be moved again anyway. Someday, or she would be dead. Either way, she felt no specific feeling for this room.
She pulled out some essentials - clothing and the like, to hang in the closet for easier access. After dilly-dallying around, she found her computer sitting on the desk and grabbed it. It was a laptop, one she'd had for a long, long time. It was ancient but ran fine enough for her, and she stopped whatever unpacking she was attempting to do and grabbed it, deciding to see what had been going on since she had, well, disconnected for a few days. There didn't seem to be much she was interested in. There had been a meeting - great, now everyone was going to hate her. Apparently it had kind of freaked out Emma, but the boys were playing the macho card.
Melody sighed. She opened up a tab for herself, to let them know she was back from quarantine and whatnot, but she just couldn't find the words. She typed and deleted and typed and deleted so man different things. She was sorry, sure, but for what? She didn't know, exactly. She wasn't even sure why she was sorry let alone what it would be for. She just felt this horrible sense of guilt rising in her. Maybe that wasn't even her own feeling. She had new neighbors with new emotions to deal with.
When she got something very to the point down for the network, she went rummaging for her phone. It had also been left in her prior room, and after some digging she found it, cracked, at the bottom of a box. She felt defeated, even moreso than she had in a long, long time. She sent a text to Luke, she wasn't sure why, and didn't expect a response.