[Well, Estelle’s not really feeling better today with her dream being something she’s still been dwelling on. She’s conflicted and confused and it shows as she’s looking at her profile with her finger underlining one of her likes: her powers. She doesn’t get it. It doesn’t make sense.
She hates her powers right now, especially the way her dreams are going. She hates how they make her feel, but there’s not much she can do.
Eventually, she makes her way to the vending machine as she gets anew haul. The overskirt she thinks is cute and she’ll probably end up eating the pastries eventually. Wine’s not quite her thing, but maybe she could indulge in a little sip? She just wants to forget she's here, even for just a moment.
She ends up finding herself in the library where she doesn’t seem to really be getting far reading. The book is on the table, but she hasn’t turned a page even though it appears she’s reading. Words are just glossing over her eyes and she can’t focus whatsoever. Eventually, she closes the book and puts it back on the shelf before leaving and going back to room 6. She keeps talking about being positive, but it’s hard right now as she curls up in the corner of her bed. The door's open so anyone's free to come in.
Because between her dreams and this place she’s just getting one message: she’s probably going to die.]
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She hates her powers right now, especially the way her dreams are going. She hates how they make her feel, but there’s not much she can do.
Eventually, she makes her way to the vending machine as she gets a new haul. The overskirt she thinks is cute and she’ll probably end up eating the pastries eventually. Wine’s not quite her thing, but maybe she could indulge in a little sip? She just wants to forget she's here, even for just a moment.
She ends up finding herself in the library where she doesn’t seem to really be getting far reading. The book is on the table, but she hasn’t turned a page even though it appears she’s reading. Words are just glossing over her eyes and she can’t focus whatsoever. Eventually, she closes the book and puts it back on the shelf before leaving and going back to room 6. She keeps talking about being positive, but it’s hard right now as she curls up in the corner of her bed. The door's open so anyone's free to come in.
Because between her dreams and this place she’s just getting one message: she’s probably going to die.]