Room 515, Tuesday Afternoon

[anarchist_queen]

Leda was not hiding. Okay she totally was. Just what and who she was hiding from she didn't particularly know. Just, hiding in general. From the world she supposed.

Spending the weekend as Florida again had been an oddly enjoyable experience. Odd considering it was due to a cursed necklace. But she had liked spending time with Momoko and James and others while in her wee state. It reminded her of happy times with Wolfboy.

But then things had taken a drastic turn for the worse.

So, now she was hiding in her room, huddled on her bed, trying to ignore the ache in her shoulder, which was harder every time she tried to adjust the sling. Which she probably shouldn't be doing anyway.

She was trying to hide from the memories as well, hiding in memories of better times. Making pizza with Momoko, flirting with James and his sword, playing with Jello with Karla, or her reunion with her mother and Mooner.

She even tried thinking of fairly innocuous things like the first time she saw Kurt without his disguise. He'd been so cute, she kind of had a minor crush on him. Which made her think of meeting and flirting with some of the new kids.

But then she'd think of something like learning fencing from James, and the events of the day before would come crashing back down upon her.

[Door is closed, post is open.]

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[glacial_queen]

"Taking a life is difficult, even when you don't already have positive feelings for the other person." Trust her, Leda. She knew. "And I don't care what the novels say. You can't instantly switch feelings on and off."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda sipped her tea. "This is good." she complimented her. "Karla, how, how did you deal right after, you know."

[glacial_queen]

"My first time?" Karla asked, hiding the shadow of a smile behind her tea. "There was a lot more going on--there were three of them and they were most assuredly not trying to kill me. Plus, Morton was there. He helped. But those first few hours in the Coach, I was terrified and trying not to cry, even as my body cried out for poison. It was...complicated."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

If she remembered right, they were trying to do worse than kill her. By some people's judgment of such things. "Any um, nightmares?"