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Elizabeth 『2』『4』『6』『0』 『1』
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Oct 28, 2014 03:21PM
First person to post here's character will be located here. This is where this character stays for a lot of the day. Maxi-glass windows, strongly locked doors, a bed, and white walls. Nurses are often in here for therapy.
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((Ella has claimed this room))
Marley slid herself into the small hospital bed she had after standing at the door, waiting for someone to come in so she could at least have a spot in comfort. There was barely anything else kept in the room. A camera monitor, a wide window with curtains, and the bed. Everything else had been taken out of the room for her own safety. She had nothing of entertainment at all. Night time wasn't as entertaining, either, she waited in her bed until getting a good 4 hours or so of solid sleep. And that 4 hours was the worst part of the 24 hours every day. Pain filled her body, and fear flooded in her mind. And they weren't dreams, even. They had happened before in her life.
Bloodshot eyes kept themselves wide open. She pulled her legs into her chest as she looked out of the window. Maybe she could go out soon? Possibly she could leave her room for a little bit to interact? She hasn't done that in a while, her terrors were getting worse. Maybe if she actually tried to improve, she could go in the hallways again. Or maybe even leave the dump of a place.
Marley slid herself into the small hospital bed she had after standing at the door, waiting for someone to come in so she could at least have a spot in comfort. There was barely anything else kept in the room. A camera monitor, a wide window with curtains, and the bed. Everything else had been taken out of the room for her own safety. She had nothing of entertainment at all. Night time wasn't as entertaining, either, she waited in her bed until getting a good 4 hours or so of solid sleep. And that 4 hours was the worst part of the 24 hours every day. Pain filled her body, and fear flooded in her mind. And they weren't dreams, even. They had happened before in her life.
Bloodshot eyes kept themselves wide open. She pulled her legs into her chest as she looked out of the window. Maybe she could go out soon? Possibly she could leave her room for a little bit to interact? She hasn't done that in a while, her terrors were getting worse. Maybe if she actually tried to improve, she could go in the hallways again. Or maybe even leave the dump of a place.
