Post by Amelia Smith on Aug 6, 2015 7:49:31 GMT
Just recently, everyone had gotten the most awful information. They would be stuck in this place for a while. A long while. Amelia fully and foolishly believed that there would be no killing between any of the people she had met. For the most part, they were great. She’d spoken with people from all over the world, each just as talented as the last. Surely, they could find a way out of his. Or at least be saved.
Murder will not happen.
She continued to tell herself this, hoping eventually it would be considered true.
Amelia promised herself that she would not be sad, especially in the beginning of their time here. People surely would start to miss their families and friends, worry about surviving, or anything along those lines. And she wanted to be the one to help them through such a painful time. Of course, finding anyone in this large place was quite difficult for her, thus, she decided to hope others would find her.
While the Ballroom may not have been the most comforting place to be at that moment, she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, this was her favorite room. The detailed mural of the sky on the ceiling brought her enough comfort to remain in this particular room. While in there, the girl wanted to find a way to entertain herself and others. At the same time, she figured they would be there a while and wanted to start off her life in this mansion with the simple joys she could make. Surely someone would come to her attention eventually.
The pilot sat on the floor of the large, square room. Plopped beside her was a large stack of papers. She had anticipated someone would join her eventually, and she had hoped it would be someone who was kind enough to join her opposed to scold her for making a mess. Paper after paper, she folded them into paper airplanes. After making a good pile, she began tossing them across the room, making quite the mess. She was having a good time, chuckling joyously to herself. Amelia could amuse herself in anyway she wanted to, and this was one of them.
Murder will not happen.
She continued to tell herself this, hoping eventually it would be considered true.
Amelia promised herself that she would not be sad, especially in the beginning of their time here. People surely would start to miss their families and friends, worry about surviving, or anything along those lines. And she wanted to be the one to help them through such a painful time. Of course, finding anyone in this large place was quite difficult for her, thus, she decided to hope others would find her.
While the Ballroom may not have been the most comforting place to be at that moment, she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, this was her favorite room. The detailed mural of the sky on the ceiling brought her enough comfort to remain in this particular room. While in there, the girl wanted to find a way to entertain herself and others. At the same time, she figured they would be there a while and wanted to start off her life in this mansion with the simple joys she could make. Surely someone would come to her attention eventually.
The pilot sat on the floor of the large, square room. Plopped beside her was a large stack of papers. She had anticipated someone would join her eventually, and she had hoped it would be someone who was kind enough to join her opposed to scold her for making a mess. Paper after paper, she folded them into paper airplanes. After making a good pile, she began tossing them across the room, making quite the mess. She was having a good time, chuckling joyously to herself. Amelia could amuse herself in anyway she wanted to, and this was one of them.
