Good Company (closed rp, gunsandbots)
Ray's been... pretty miserable. The Strip life was so cushy, so good, so full of light and flavor and safety; now she's right back where she started. Stuck at the School, with a bunch of smelly boys who can't clean up after themselves nor look her in the face. Her chest seems to be the main attraction, and she hates it. She spends most of her time attached to Lienna or the other lady Kings at the hip, to deter most boys from hounding after her.
Nate's been very busy, as well, and they decided it would be safer for her to stay with the Kings, so she hasn't even been able to visit her beau near as much as she'd like.
Yes, life here is rather droll and tasteless. She misses her spangly dress, and she misses singing to a crowd. Right now, Ray is singing to herself, alone in Lienna's room as the woman cooks up dinner for the School. She's hoping someone will stop by to visit. “The way you wear your hat, the way you sip your tea, the memory of all that, no, they can’t take that away from me...”
