Post by Tobey on Jun 29, 2006 10:42:28 GMT -5
Grumbling about the lack of empty girl's rooms, Christina made her way to the third floor. She had considered staying in the room with Dahlia and Guadalupe, both of them being more human than the rest; but she hadn't completely forgiven Guadalupe for her rebellion. She had also considered the room with Bea and Echo; for both of them were experiments she wanted to keep an eye on. But in the end, she decided that she would rather have a room to herself, even if that meant living on the boys' floor. She didn't as much care that she was on the boys' floor as that she was on the /third/ floor. Climbing stairs is not easy when your height is measured in inches.
She saw the door of the unclaimed room, and wondered how she would open it when she couldn't reach the knob. That was easily solved; she had claws. She dug her claws into the wood of the doorframe, and climbed up to the doorknob, and turned it. The door swung open, she jumped down, and went in, shutting the door behind her.
Yes, the room was certainly unclaimed. Christina set down her backpack, and rifled through the contents. Clothes, some meager food items, and paper and pencil. The last two were most important, for on the paper was written various equations; chemical equations. She was determined to find a cure for her mutated condition, and she didn't care how long it took to work out all the details. She would steal the equipment she needed from Camp Sunshine; for once, she appreciated the fact that the security there was almost nonexistant. But that wasn't necessary just yet; she had only had time to work out the barest beginnings of all the calculations that would be necessary. She climbed up to one of the bottom bunks with her paper, pencil, and clipboard in hand, and began her work. Even with the equipment she would steal, she knew that it would take years to find a cure, at best.
She saw the door of the unclaimed room, and wondered how she would open it when she couldn't reach the knob. That was easily solved; she had claws. She dug her claws into the wood of the doorframe, and climbed up to the doorknob, and turned it. The door swung open, she jumped down, and went in, shutting the door behind her.
Yes, the room was certainly unclaimed. Christina set down her backpack, and rifled through the contents. Clothes, some meager food items, and paper and pencil. The last two were most important, for on the paper was written various equations; chemical equations. She was determined to find a cure for her mutated condition, and she didn't care how long it took to work out all the details. She would steal the equipment she needed from Camp Sunshine; for once, she appreciated the fact that the security there was almost nonexistant. But that wasn't necessary just yet; she had only had time to work out the barest beginnings of all the calculations that would be necessary. She climbed up to one of the bottom bunks with her paper, pencil, and clipboard in hand, and began her work. Even with the equipment she would steal, she knew that it would take years to find a cure, at best.