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kore_logs2014-10-17 02:50 am
foundacause) wrote in kore_logs2014-10-17 02:50 am
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Who: Meg & open.
When: Evening of day 244.
What: Drinking!
Where: The dining room.
The dining room was pretty quiet. Meg had made herself quite at home at one of the tables. Legs stretched out, feet propped up on the table. She was surrounded by bags of potato chips, liquor, books and magazines. Her Walkman was playing, ear buds firmly fixed in her ears as she flicked idly through one of the magazines.
To say she was bored would be an understatement. The dull, nothingness days were driving her stir-crazy. She tried to remind herself that it was better than being dead, and better than being mauled by Hellhounds. But a little entertainment wouldn't go amiss.
When: Evening of day 244.
What: Drinking!
Where: The dining room.
The dining room was pretty quiet. Meg had made herself quite at home at one of the tables. Legs stretched out, feet propped up on the table. She was surrounded by bags of potato chips, liquor, books and magazines. Her Walkman was playing, ear buds firmly fixed in her ears as she flicked idly through one of the magazines.
To say she was bored would be an understatement. The dull, nothingness days were driving her stir-crazy. She tried to remind herself that it was better than being dead, and better than being mauled by Hellhounds. But a little entertainment wouldn't go amiss.