Madison McKenna (_burnbabyburn_) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-08-22 00:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 046, madison |
Who: Madison [narrative]
Where: The craft room and then Owen's room
When: Early morning, while this goes on
Ever since her conversation with Lila something had been brewing in Madison's head. She definitely needed to step up her game now that these new arrivals seemed intent on providing entertainment daily - and in new and original ways, no less. Since their conversation had not only included Tobias, who seemed to be more of Simms' project now than hers, but also Cecilia and her 'bodyguards', Madison couldn't help but remember some things she had seen on the feeds and read on the network that might be interesting to play with. Ideas had been brewing for as long as the conversation had happened, and all she needed was an opportunity. In fact, she was surprised that no one had thought to take up Owen's trauma for the loss of his child as a potential point of conflict, or at least personal tension. She didn't take Owen for the kind of man who believed in ghosts, at least the supernatural kind, but ghosts and demons did not only exist in those realms - in fact, Madison firmly believed they existed more often inside one's own head, of one's own making. Those could haunt you for life.
She had woke up quite early today, and gone for the feeds instantly. It appeared that Lila and Felix had already been up to their bit of mischief, and so had They, judging by the state of the kitchen and Juno and Jack's reactions to the food situation. Not long after, Owen showed up downstairs, which could only be a sign, if Madison believed in such things. She didn't change from her pajamas when she left her room and ran for the craft room. It didn't take too long, nor was it too hard to grab a piece of paper and a few crayons, and drawing like a small child wasn't as hard - nor was it as easy, in the end - as drawing like someone her own age ought to. Writing like a small child might was even worse, but Madison managed.
Taking the paper and folding it in four, Madison exited the craft room like nothing had happened, like she'd just needed to make herself a note. Instead of going straight for Owen's room, Madison stopped by her own room and checked the feeds - he was still in the kitchen, though he looked ready to head outside for a bit. Either way, he was not in his room. Madison ran like a very quiet wind down the stairs to the ground floor, where she waited until she was sure no one saw her enter Owen's room. Once inside, it was a simple matter to shove the drawing, still folded in four, into one of the top drawers of his dresser. It would be the first thing he saw the next time he needed a pair of socks.
Madison poked her head carefully out of the door to check if the coast was clear before carefully walking away from the room, closing the door behind herself, walking up the stairs and back to her room on the third floor.