Who: Kiley and Chase Where: Chase's room When: Early afternoon after this
Once Pam had left the kitchen, Kiley put the bag of cookies away and downed the rest of her water before storming back upstairs to Chase's room. Hopefully he was there, and not wandering the house, or in the basement with the costumes. Pam had irritated her, and Kiley was pissed at herself for allowing it to happen. Maybe there were just certain things that got under Kiley's skin and very few people knew how to provoke her. Most of the time, Kiley let shit roll off her back without batting an eyelash, but Pam wasn't one of those things.
She knew most people in the house thought Pam was harmless, but fuck that. Kiley knew better. All she wanted to do in that moment was smoke a cigarette and she was relieved that she had remembered to pack some in her bag before she had known where They were moving her.
Standing outside Chase's door, Kiley moved to open it, but remembered the subject bracelets needed scanned to gain access. Cursing softly, Kiley knocked, hoping Chase was inside. If not, she was going to end up chewing what remained of her fingernails off. And maybe setting fire to Pam's room. An exaggeration, sure, but a comforting image anyway.