Post by Keira on Oct 5, 2010 16:55:20 GMT -6
Keira sat at her writing desk, pen in hand as she scribbled away in one of her journals. The bookshelf beside her desk housed almost all her journals that were not stored away anywhere else. Her pen glided over the pages as her thoughts poured from her mind to the paper. It was as if it was her own type of therapy that never truly worked they way it should. Keira remained the same as if whatever switch was turned the day that Gilles had left it was stuck or broken beyond repair.
She continued to write before placing a few ending periods after her last entry. Looking down at the scrolling words a smirk formed on Keira's lips. Flipping the journal close she opened the long drawer and placed it inside along with her pen. Everyone knew not to enter her wing but one could never be to careful. If she did ever find anyone with her journal, reading her words she would kill them on the spot. Her wrath knew no bounds when it came to her own personal things.
Standing up Keira gave a bored yawn before leaving her rooms. Heels clicking off the marble flooring as she moved. It was un necessary but something she liked to hear reminding her of days long ago. Dressed in Black leather practically from head to toe she was comfortable and liked the feel of the material along her skin. When she reached the double staircase Keira paused and looked around. The manor was quiet but she could still hear the rustling of feet and the hear the hearts beating of those donors that lived within.
A smile curved along her lips as she practically glided down the stairs and moved to the more open quarters for anyone to use. Falling into a single armed chair Keira's one leg hung over the arm of the chair while she relaxed and let her mind wander. She was staring straight ahead almost as if she were bored but her mind was constantly working no matter how blank her face appeared. She could have almost looked like a dressed doll except for the slight sway of her foot hanging in the air...
She continued to write before placing a few ending periods after her last entry. Looking down at the scrolling words a smirk formed on Keira's lips. Flipping the journal close she opened the long drawer and placed it inside along with her pen. Everyone knew not to enter her wing but one could never be to careful. If she did ever find anyone with her journal, reading her words she would kill them on the spot. Her wrath knew no bounds when it came to her own personal things.
Standing up Keira gave a bored yawn before leaving her rooms. Heels clicking off the marble flooring as she moved. It was un necessary but something she liked to hear reminding her of days long ago. Dressed in Black leather practically from head to toe she was comfortable and liked the feel of the material along her skin. When she reached the double staircase Keira paused and looked around. The manor was quiet but she could still hear the rustling of feet and the hear the hearts beating of those donors that lived within.
A smile curved along her lips as she practically glided down the stairs and moved to the more open quarters for anyone to use. Falling into a single armed chair Keira's one leg hung over the arm of the chair while she relaxed and let her mind wander. She was staring straight ahead almost as if she were bored but her mind was constantly working no matter how blank her face appeared. She could have almost looked like a dressed doll except for the slight sway of her foot hanging in the air...
