Marisa Santiago (strangelyquarky) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-11-08 16:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 056, erran, marisa |
Who: Erran and Marisa
When: Midafternoon
Where: Hallway outside their rooms
What: Just pure awkwardness
Marisa had not been having a very easy few days. She was alone in a house filled with strange people with weird things happening to them, and by the time she'd finished covering the last fifty-something days of past records on the in-house network, she was pretty certain they were all going to die horrible deaths in the very near future. She'd spent a lot of the first day crying, and on the second day she'd made it down to the incredibly creepy ghost town for clothing, where she'd found one of her dad's flannel shirts - unmistakably his, down to the initials her mother embroidered on the tag to separate it from her brother's when they got to be the same size and the scent of his cologne on the fabric. She'd cried her way back up to the house, arms full of clothing. She was wearing the shirt now, sleeves rolled to the elbows over a tank top and jeans.
She'd sat around for a good chunk of the day, still reading on the network, but figured she may as well do some more house exploring. She wasn't sure she really wanted to meet any people just yet, but she did want to see what the place where she was probably going to die looked like. And she remembered seeing a study on her way out the door, filled with books. That was a good place to start. And probably finish, if she was honest with herself. She was going to go get some books to read and then come right back upstairs.
Opening her door, she paused in the doorway to ponder the etiquette of doors in shared housing. Did she leave it open? It didn't lock, so it wasn't as if she was securing anything by closing it. But it was kind of weird to leave her personal space available to everyone's viewing pleasure, so probably she should close it. Right?