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stagewright) wrote2013-03-03 12:39 am
stagewright) wrote2013-03-03 12:39 am
NIGHT 1 PRIVATE CONVERSATION: PHOENIX & TRUCY
[ At least nothing had happened yet after the vote. Trucy didn't know what she had expected, really, but it's almost a relief to go back to "her" room. Daryan Crescend's room. She hadn't explored the room too much earlier - just briefly - but this time she yanks open the closet and finds some of her pajamas and changes of clothes.
Creepy, but not unwelcome.
Trucy ignores the samurai dogs but instead changes into pajamas and sits cross-legged on her bed until she hears a knock at the door. It's only been a little while since they'd all dispersed, and it occurs to Trucy she should be careful - so she eases the door open only a crack, ready to slam it back, before pulling it wide open. ]
Oh, Daddy, it's you. [ There's absolutely no reason to distrust him, and so Trucy steps aside to let her father through. ]
Creepy, but not unwelcome.
Trucy ignores the samurai dogs but instead changes into pajamas and sits cross-legged on her bed until she hears a knock at the door. It's only been a little while since they'd all dispersed, and it occurs to Trucy she should be careful - so she eases the door open only a crack, ready to slam it back, before pulling it wide open. ]
Oh, Daddy, it's you. [ There's absolutely no reason to distrust him, and so Trucy steps aside to let her father through. ]