Post by Sybil Conium on Dec 23, 2016 23:11:25 GMT 1
| Ever since they had escaped the deadly class trial, the group of survivors had been allowed to explore a whole new floor of attractions. In it, the only place she found that could possibly do any good was the nurse's office. If anyone escapes an attempted murder, at least they can get the wound treated, huh? ..As if that made up for the deaths of five people over the course of their imprisonment. With a yawn, Sybil truly wished she could rub her tired, baggy eyes. It was fairly early in the morning, so there didn't seem to be anyone that wanted to travel down to the new floor yet. The perfect place for her to relax for a good few minutes. Sitting on the couch, the calligrapher sighed. By now, she was just wishing she could escape this place. Her eyes felt heavy. Though, the fear that sleeping may get her killed kept them open. Seriously, just sleeping felt risky. It made her feel like she took her old life for granted. Music.. The smell of rain... Writing. Sybil had a bit more appreciation for her talent... Before getting lost in thought, the girl pinched her self as best she could through her jacket sleeve, sitting up. "C'mon.. Keep a clear head. You'll get back there, just.. Gotta stick with the others and end this game.. Somehow." She felt hopelessly hopeful, sitting there, talking to herself like that. Anyone walking in might think she was some weirdo, though thinking out loud was just her little way of keeping calm under stress. |
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