Envy Adams (
whenshewasnice) wrote2013-08-30 03:05 pm
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Room 227, Early Friday Afternoon
This was it, wasn't it?
The room was all packed up. Everything neatly in boxes and bags, headed for various destinations. (Well, just two, really.) The walls has been stripped off photographs and alternative universe weekend collages and all personal mementos. The dresser and the closet and the desk drawers had been all emptied out. Comfortable clothes and anime figurines and old textbooks all packed away. The furniture that was to remain behind had all been put back in their original places. The way they'd been before Jace had broken in and moved everything, and before Sam had been there to necessitate making the two beds into a single big one. It was just another dorm room again.
To Natalie, standing close to the doorway, surveying the room, it was starting to look like she'd never even been here. It was a weird feeling.
She hated letting go of things.
[ooc: *cries* Open door/post, for one last time!]
The room was all packed up. Everything neatly in boxes and bags, headed for various destinations. (Well, just two, really.) The walls has been stripped off photographs and alternative universe weekend collages and all personal mementos. The dresser and the closet and the desk drawers had been all emptied out. Comfortable clothes and anime figurines and old textbooks all packed away. The furniture that was to remain behind had all been put back in their original places. The way they'd been before Jace had broken in and moved everything, and before Sam had been there to necessitate making the two beds into a single big one. It was just another dorm room again.
To Natalie, standing close to the doorway, surveying the room, it was starting to look like she'd never even been here. It was a weird feeling.
She hated letting go of things.
[ooc: *cries* Open door/post, for one last time!]

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"No."
But she wasn't sure she'd ever feel ready, so the point was moot.
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It was still like an itch right underneath her skin. Thankfully she was too mild to freak out, and too smart to think it meant she shouldn't go through with things. It was just a natural reaction.
But still. Things felt weird.
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"Are you just going to stand there?"
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Which he already had. But it was good to be polite, wasn't it?
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Sigh, timelines.
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Not as much as just watching Peter work interested her, but still.
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