Post by vox on Mar 12, 2010 17:23:30 GMT -5
Absolutely stone dead.
In her current state, Sendrah would have slept for a good amount of time after this night, and would have slept some more as soon as she woke up. This, however, was not the case. Her peaceful slumber came to an abrupt end when she woke up with a jolt, the cause being an apparent gunshot. Without thinking twice, her hand reached instinctively to the side for any possible weapon she had left in the orderly chaos that was her bedroom. Much to her dismay, this was in fact not her bedroom at all. After a few seconds of recollecting as many thoughts as she could manage, despite of the massive headache, but her memories remained unclear. She looked to her side to see a guy she had without doubt met yesterday, trashing about tangled in the bedsheets. First thing that popped in her mind was how awkward he looked right now.
She shut her eyes and found her hand rubbing her temples. The brightness was unbearable along with pretty much everything else at the moment and for the rest of the day or two. Obviously she had to make her way back home now that she was up and the idea of doing anything at all didn't sound too exciting for now. So, she simply fell back on the bed, holding the pillow against her face to shield herself from any discomfort. That wouldn't work, she had to at least breath and smell something else than the faint smell of both perfume and cologne.
Now she sat up again, mind currently blank aside from the spontaneous thoughts, unimportant and important alike. Trying to come up with something to break the awkward silence that ensued after short, but excessive swearing and of course, the gunshot, Sendrah came up with something that should probably explain everything in the first place.
“.. If you don't mind me asking, in case I'm not interrupting your foul mouthed irritation, but why the hell would you sleep with a godd**n rifle in your arms..?”
In her current state, Sendrah would have slept for a good amount of time after this night, and would have slept some more as soon as she woke up. This, however, was not the case. Her peaceful slumber came to an abrupt end when she woke up with a jolt, the cause being an apparent gunshot. Without thinking twice, her hand reached instinctively to the side for any possible weapon she had left in the orderly chaos that was her bedroom. Much to her dismay, this was in fact not her bedroom at all. After a few seconds of recollecting as many thoughts as she could manage, despite of the massive headache, but her memories remained unclear. She looked to her side to see a guy she had without doubt met yesterday, trashing about tangled in the bedsheets. First thing that popped in her mind was how awkward he looked right now.
She shut her eyes and found her hand rubbing her temples. The brightness was unbearable along with pretty much everything else at the moment and for the rest of the day or two. Obviously she had to make her way back home now that she was up and the idea of doing anything at all didn't sound too exciting for now. So, she simply fell back on the bed, holding the pillow against her face to shield herself from any discomfort. That wouldn't work, she had to at least breath and smell something else than the faint smell of both perfume and cologne.
Now she sat up again, mind currently blank aside from the spontaneous thoughts, unimportant and important alike. Trying to come up with something to break the awkward silence that ensued after short, but excessive swearing and of course, the gunshot, Sendrah came up with something that should probably explain everything in the first place.
“.. If you don't mind me asking, in case I'm not interrupting your foul mouthed irritation, but why the hell would you sleep with a godd**n rifle in your arms..?”