(It's all good. c: Hope you feel better soon.)
|| Liliana Swann || Hunter || Tags: Open || Location: Outside Motel ||
Once Harley was finished, Liliana followed her back into the motel room. She took a quick shower and changed into some sleep clothes before readying herself for bed. She found that she was quite tired from all of the stresses of the day, and it would be easy to get to sleep. She hoped she wouldn't have any bad dreams, though knowing her this hope was futile. Her past always seemed to surface when she slept.
Once Harley was finished, Liliana followed her back into the motel room. She took a quick shower and changed into some sleep clothes before readying herself for bed. She found that she was quite tired from all of the stresses of the day, and it would be easy to get to sleep. She hoped she wouldn't have any bad dreams, though knowing her this hope was futile. Her past always seemed to surface when she slept.
|| Laura Lyons || FBI Agent || Tags: Arbor || Location: Greenhouse ||
Laura offered Arbor a sympathetic look. "Their parents are being too harsh," she stated. "Not that my opinion really matters. I don't usually like to judge people, but I just can't understand parents like that." When she was young, she'd wanted to spend a lot of her time outside. After school or on the weekends, she would often walk to whichever park was nearest to where she was living at the time. Sometimes, she'd meet up with friends, when she had any, and other times she would bring a sketchpad or some paper and draw some of the scenery or people she saw. "Not letting kids go outside is like putting a bird in a cage and clipping its wings so it can't fly."
Laura offered Arbor a sympathetic look. "Their parents are being too harsh," she stated. "Not that my opinion really matters. I don't usually like to judge people, but I just can't understand parents like that." When she was young, she'd wanted to spend a lot of her time outside. After school or on the weekends, she would often walk to whichever park was nearest to where she was living at the time. Sometimes, she'd meet up with friends, when she had any, and other times she would bring a sketchpad or some paper and draw some of the scenery or people she saw. "Not letting kids go outside is like putting a bird in a cage and clipping its wings so it can't fly."