Room 317, Saturday Afternoon
Sep. 29th, 2007 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
multiplezThe girl who lived in 317 was, like many people today, a bit confused. She'd woken up (again like many people today) not knowing who she was, but a dig through her things had unearthed a pile of letters from someone named 'Z' to someone named 'Jack' who was in jail. And she'd found a lot of uniforms in her closet. She assumed she was Jack, and they were prison uniforms of some sort. This didn't look like a jail cell, though, though she wasn't even sure how she knew what a jail cell looked like. A halfway house of some sort, maybe? She wasn't sure she trusted the look of the robot-thingy.
If anyone came by room 317, they would find the door open and 'Jack' peering out, wondering if it was okay for her to go outside.
((Open!))
If anyone came by room 317, they would find the door open and 'Jack' peering out, wondering if it was okay for her to go outside.
((Open!))
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Date: 2007-09-30 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-30 01:58 am (UTC)[OOC: Shall we have them make a visit to Caritas?]
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Date: 2007-09-30 02:04 am (UTC)((Sure!))
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Date: 2007-09-30 02:06 am (UTC)[Awesome! I guess I could tag in for us? :D]
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Date: 2007-09-30 02:22 am (UTC)((Shiny!))
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Date: 2007-09-30 02:39 am (UTC)