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Room 301, Saturday Morning
Feb. 8th, 2014 05:25 pmIsabelle Lightwood II, mysterious heiress to glorious (and possibly also mysterious) riches... had tragically slipped into a coma an indeterminate amount of time prior to this morning. Also mysteriously.
So, she was laying on her bed, for some reason, and not at a hospital. Clearly this was a private arrangement. Arranged with a lot of money, by a mysterious benefactor – which made little sense, because you probably would have thought her own money would have been enough to cover for this. But just go with it.
And despite not being dead, there was a single red rose on her chest, and she currently looked to be at peace. This was also fairly mysterious, as her dark past tended to haunt her at all other times. So, yay for a coma?
[ooc: I am re-doing my own shtick from four years ago: I'm gonna be AFK, but the door and the post are open for all your random bouts of confessing your secrets to a coma patient! Or accusations directed at said coma victim.]
So, she was laying on her bed, for some reason, and not at a hospital. Clearly this was a private arrangement. Arranged with a lot of money, by a mysterious benefactor – which made little sense, because you probably would have thought her own money would have been enough to cover for this. But just go with it.
And despite not being dead, there was a single red rose on her chest, and she currently looked to be at peace. This was also fairly mysterious, as her dark past tended to haunt her at all other times. So, yay for a coma?
[ooc: I am re-doing my own shtick from four years ago: I'm gonna be AFK, but the door and the post are open for all your random bouts of confessing your secrets to a coma patient! Or accusations directed at said coma victim.]
