E l l a J e a n P e g g y ❝ On my last night on earth, I'd pay a high price,
To have no regrets and be done with my life ❞
[action;chatting] [location;mary's home for teens] [with; Tom] [crush;none]
"Oh, I'm kind alike that as well, but I don't scream, I just get ill," she said with a sad smile, as the conversation went on she was finding it more and more easy to understand his accent. She had never had a problem with Irish, but sometimes it got a little confusing. "I'd join you with the playing but I want to check this place out first, a little bit of exploring never did anyone any harm," she said, before adding, "Then again, neither did playing guitar," she grinned a little and gestured to the double gigbag on her back it contained her guitar and her ukulele, she hadn't. "So Tom, I'll see ya around, thanks for chatting, hopefully there's a music room in here somewhere, I'll let you know if there is if I find it," she said, and with a fleeting smile and a wave she set off, back through the winding corridors, trying to find her way back to her luggage, it was quite a big house. She was lost in this place, unsure of where to go, so, upon seeing a window and people outside she opened it up and called out. "Hey guys, sorry to being making this first impression, yelling from a window and all, but you could you tell me how far I am from the entrance, I left my luggage there and I'm lost in a maze of corridors, thanks," she said and beamed out of the window. She could see the two people, a red-haired girl and a black-haired boy. She couldn't see them that well, but she could make out that much. Hopefully they'd help her, whomever they were, they seemed fairly nice, and if she had the courage to yell for help out of a window, they must at least be approachable. She grinned again, "I'm Ella by the way, would do the whole handshake thing but I can't exactly get out of the building right now," she said and laughed.
