song_tra_bong: (golden)
Mary Anne hadn't spent much time at home in Greece, but after last night, she decided it was overdue.

As it happens, she's spent her first full day cleaning, top to bottom. All the windows are open, letting in a glorious cross-breeze and carrying out the last, lingering smells of cleaning supplies. She pulls the bandanna down from over her hair and leans against the windowsill, looking out toward the sea.
song_tra_bong: (Default)
As soon as they get home, Mary Anne heads into the kitchen. Dish soap gets out blood better. She's got lather up to her elbows before she says anything to Ruin.

"You want to tell me what that was all about?"
song_tra_bong: (Default)
Mary Anne faces down her nemesis with weapon in hand, dressed for battle.

Her armor is paint-splattered jeans and a t-shirt, hair tied back under a bandana.

The weapon of choice? A paint roller loaded with what the hardware store called Eggshell White.

The nemesis? The third of four walls in the entryway.

She squares her shoulders and starts on the attack, humming to herself.
song_tra_bong: (hands)
She unlocks the door to her room and slips inside, pushing the door gently shut with her foot.

Ruin is asleep in her (their) bed. She sits down on the edge next to him and watches him sleep, hands (shaking) resting on her lap.
song_tra_bong: (sleeping)
Mary Anne doesn't move when she sleeps--no tossing and turning, no kicking or flailing of arms. She tends to wake up in exactly the same position she drifted off in, at least when she's sleeping alone. Some training dies hard.

And some not so. The need to wake up ready to fight has eased in her somewhat; she's harder to wake and the process of waking is slower. It hasn't been a problem yet, so now she sleeps, curled on her side with her hands tucked beneath her chin.
song_tra_bong: (golden)
Much as she likes the bar, Mary Anne figured it was time to do a little exploring in her new home. She spent most of the afternoon walking the beach before returning to the castle. After taking a wandering route through a library, a ballroom and a weapons cache, she's back in her room, standing out on the balcony and enjoying the sea air.
song_tra_bong: (laying lying lie-ing)
[ooc: from here]

After much persistant scrubbing (and a little getting sidetracked), they managed to clean each other up and collapse into bed. Mary Anne's been asleep for a few hours when her eyes snap open. She's still tired, but that's shoved aside as she lies in silence, thinking.

She knows what she wants. And if something else like the clock happens before she's willing to admit it, she may lose more than just her chance. She won't let that happen. She's made up her mind and he needs to know.

She puts one hand to Ruin's uninjured shoulder, shaking lightly. "Wake up."
song_tra_bong: (sleeping)
The painkillers help her sleep. They also make for interesting dreams.

silent night )

She opens her eyes.
song_tra_bong: (huh)
[ooc: from here]

Outside room M16, Mary Anne is drumming her fingers on Ruin's shoulder.

"You realize I have the key, right?"
song_tra_bong: (bound and broken)
Room M16 is oddly quiet.

Just a faint click


coming from the bathroom.

From the shower stall. It was the smallest place she could find with a door that shut all the way.

She's sitting on the floor of the shower, knees tucked to her chest and pistol in hand, flicking the saftey on and off. She's got no plans to be dramatic and blow her brains all over the wall in desperation--the weight of the gun is just...comforting.

She's not looking for visitors tonight, though had she been thinking more clearly she would have remembered to lock her door.


song_tra_bong: (Default)
Mary Anne Bell

February 2010



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