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Room 301, Thursday Afternoon
Sep. 11th, 2014 05:51 pmToday was the day they were laying Max's body to rest in the necropolis in Idris.
And Isabelle was exactly where she'd been for the last two days. In her room, wrestling with her guilt and her sorrow. She hadn't eaten a whole lot. Or slept a whole lot. But enough not to be a complete wreck. No, the crying had taken care of that.
She knew she needed to pull herself back together because the quiet in Idris wouldn't last forever and she would do no one any good by wallowing in self-loathing, but she hadn't quite gotten to there yet. She would, but until then... She'd sit on the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes and feeling wretched, yet somehow not wretched enough.
[ooc: Primarily for one, but can be open if you feel like dealing with the angst. Ghostly Jude's ghostly visit NFB due to ghostliness, the rest is fair game.]
And Isabelle was exactly where she'd been for the last two days. In her room, wrestling with her guilt and her sorrow. She hadn't eaten a whole lot. Or slept a whole lot. But enough not to be a complete wreck. No, the crying had taken care of that.
She knew she needed to pull herself back together because the quiet in Idris wouldn't last forever and she would do no one any good by wallowing in self-loathing, but she hadn't quite gotten to there yet. She would, but until then... She'd sit on the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes and feeling wretched, yet somehow not wretched enough.
[ooc: Primarily for one, but can be open if you feel like dealing with the angst. Ghostly Jude's ghostly visit NFB due to ghostliness, the rest is fair game.]
