Room 508, Friday afternoon
Apr. 29th, 2016 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soniaroadsqueenTime away from the island had done wonders for Ringo's emotional equilibrium. Funnily enough, it had never occurred to her to not come back to Fandom, and that meant that she had to actually return at some point.
Ringo didn't really believe that Kathy and Raven were back on the island. She didn't really believe that they were ever going to be back. Still, deep down inside, there was some tiny spark of hope that she'd open the door to room 508 and they'd just be lounging on their beds eating some of those ice cream bars Kathy kept stashed in her mini-fridge.
So the first thing Ringo did when she got back to the island was to run up the stairs of the dorm, taking them two at a time, and rush down the hall to burst into room 508 without knocking. The room was empty. The welcoming grin on Ringo's face faded into something a little sad and a little rueful. That little spark of hope had her ready to welcome them back, but of course there was no one to welcome.
She looked around the room slowly. It felt like the occupants had left expecting to come back. The room was tidy, with nothing strewn about, but it was still a room that expected someone to be back soon. The mini-fridge hummed softly, beds were made, and Kathy's desk was neatly organized as if expecting a study session any night now. A room waiting for a return that was never going to happen.
Ringo's lip twisted slightly as she considered that, and she felt that lump in her throat that seemed to be a pretty constant companion these days begin to form again. She walked across the room and opened the mini-fridge, finding exactly what she expected. She reached in and took one of the ice cream bars out. She hoped Kathy wouldn't mind.
Then she walked over to sit cross-legged on Kathy's bed, leaning back as she peeled the wrapper away and took a bite of ice cream. She absently tossed the wrapper toward the trash can, the location of which she knew without having to look after so many visits. She thought to herself that she should take out the trash. A thought that brought with it a snort of self-derisive amusement. As if anyone would notice.
Though, now that she'd had the thought, she realized that she should do it. And, maybe, do some other things around the room, too. Ringo sat up slightly and looked around again, a plan already beginning to form in her mind. All these little pieces of lives lost. They couldn't just stay here, and they should be seen to by someone who could recognize their value. Someone who understood what they represented. Who they represented.
Yeah. Someone should do something with those things.
Ringo began compiling a mental list of what she'd need.
[ooc: Room modded with permission. Open if you like!]
Ringo didn't really believe that Kathy and Raven were back on the island. She didn't really believe that they were ever going to be back. Still, deep down inside, there was some tiny spark of hope that she'd open the door to room 508 and they'd just be lounging on their beds eating some of those ice cream bars Kathy kept stashed in her mini-fridge.
So the first thing Ringo did when she got back to the island was to run up the stairs of the dorm, taking them two at a time, and rush down the hall to burst into room 508 without knocking. The room was empty. The welcoming grin on Ringo's face faded into something a little sad and a little rueful. That little spark of hope had her ready to welcome them back, but of course there was no one to welcome.
She looked around the room slowly. It felt like the occupants had left expecting to come back. The room was tidy, with nothing strewn about, but it was still a room that expected someone to be back soon. The mini-fridge hummed softly, beds were made, and Kathy's desk was neatly organized as if expecting a study session any night now. A room waiting for a return that was never going to happen.
Ringo's lip twisted slightly as she considered that, and she felt that lump in her throat that seemed to be a pretty constant companion these days begin to form again. She walked across the room and opened the mini-fridge, finding exactly what she expected. She reached in and took one of the ice cream bars out. She hoped Kathy wouldn't mind.
Then she walked over to sit cross-legged on Kathy's bed, leaning back as she peeled the wrapper away and took a bite of ice cream. She absently tossed the wrapper toward the trash can, the location of which she knew without having to look after so many visits. She thought to herself that she should take out the trash. A thought that brought with it a snort of self-derisive amusement. As if anyone would notice.
Though, now that she'd had the thought, she realized that she should do it. And, maybe, do some other things around the room, too. Ringo sat up slightly and looked around again, a plan already beginning to form in her mind. All these little pieces of lives lost. They couldn't just stay here, and they should be seen to by someone who could recognize their value. Someone who understood what they represented. Who they represented.
Yeah. Someone should do something with those things.
Ringo began compiling a mental list of what she'd need.
[ooc: Room modded with permission. Open if you like!]
