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fandomhigh2011-12-06 03:43 pm
angelo_wings) wrote in fandomhigh2011-12-06 03:43 pm
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Library, Tuesday
There had to be something. Rinoa had spent the last several days poring over books and files and more books and more files until she felt like her eyes wanted to yank themselves out of her head.
The books didn't help, and the files didn't look to be any closer to actually being done. When she got burned out on one, she changed to the other. When she got completely and absolutely burned out on both, she practiced her showcase piece on the piano, in short bursts, or she slept. The piano was more helpful; it calmed her down.
And so today she was in the library, feeling like she wanted to puke instead of look through one more book that wasn't going to tell them anything, or decipher one more file about imprisonment and cruelty.
But she couldn't stop. Her phone had stopped ringing, and the Acting President of Galbadia no longer picked up. No one back home did. And whatever-it-was was getting closer.
She had been a horrid excuse for a daughter but she was going to fix it. She had to. She just needed more coffee. And more books. And ... something.
The books didn't help, and the files didn't look to be any closer to actually being done. When she got burned out on one, she changed to the other. When she got completely and absolutely burned out on both, she practiced her showcase piece on the piano, in short bursts, or she slept. The piano was more helpful; it calmed her down.
And so today she was in the library, feeling like she wanted to puke instead of look through one more book that wasn't going to tell them anything, or decipher one more file about imprisonment and cruelty.
But she couldn't stop. Her phone had stopped ringing, and the Acting President of Galbadia no longer picked up. No one back home did. And whatever-it-was was getting closer.
She had been a horrid excuse for a daughter but she was going to fix it. She had to. She just needed more coffee. And more books. And ... something.
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