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whenshewasnice) wrote2013-05-25 06:48 pm
whenshewasnice) wrote2013-05-25 06:48 pm
Room 227, Saturday Afternoon
Well, if nothing else, at least this Sam thing had made Natalie and Brid able to talk on the phone like civilized people. Of course, when the topic of this morning's call had been that Sam had finally made good on his earlier intentions to bail and gone AWOL without even taking his phone... Well, it wasn't exactly pleasant small talk.
It was a small miracle Natalie was still here. But trust her, she'd considered running to Seattle. She had. But she had even less of a clue about where Sam could have gone off to than the people who were already there, and it wasn't like she was great at reassuring other people when she could barely reassure herself. So, she'd stayed. And got to work on distracting herself.
There were clothes strewn all about her room, now. Today's method of distracting herself had been to sort her clothes into two categories based on whether they were casual teen wear, or things she could put on to look more like a respectable grown up. Most of the latter category was made up of things she'd bought with her mother when she'd last been in Montreal. Upside to having someone like Abigail Adams as a mother. She knew how to dress to demand respect. Not that Natalie cared all that much about what she wore. It just seemed like a natural thing to keep in mind if Peter sent her off to a place or two this summer.
And today she just needed a task to focus on. Clothes were as good as any. Even if that didn't stop her from spending this particular moment by her open window, smoking a cigarette. These things happened. She was pretty sure she was going to end up roaming the dorms before the day was out.
[ooc: Half open door, completely open post.]
It was a small miracle Natalie was still here. But trust her, she'd considered running to Seattle. She had. But she had even less of a clue about where Sam could have gone off to than the people who were already there, and it wasn't like she was great at reassuring other people when she could barely reassure herself. So, she'd stayed. And got to work on distracting herself.
There were clothes strewn all about her room, now. Today's method of distracting herself had been to sort her clothes into two categories based on whether they were casual teen wear, or things she could put on to look more like a respectable grown up. Most of the latter category was made up of things she'd bought with her mother when she'd last been in Montreal. Upside to having someone like Abigail Adams as a mother. She knew how to dress to demand respect. Not that Natalie cared all that much about what she wore. It just seemed like a natural thing to keep in mind if Peter sent her off to a place or two this summer.
And today she just needed a task to focus on. Clothes were as good as any. Even if that didn't stop her from spending this particular moment by her open window, smoking a cigarette. These things happened. She was pretty sure she was going to end up roaming the dorms before the day was out.
[ooc: Half open door, completely open post.]