the slammed door is the first announcement of jeannie’s presence as she ran into the room, nicely brushed hair a pipe dream -- messed with dirt and apparently a twig (?) -- the heavy panting is the second give away as she presses her body up against the closed door. ‘ you -- you have to help me barricade the door ! ‘ jeannie announced, a desperate plea to any of the people she’s now apparently decided to lock in the room, ‘ -- he’s coming -- god he’s gonna kill all of us. ‘ // @cfdickgrayson
















