mymslanabananaxkittheinnocent rp, Part 1
Lana felt dazed. She raised her hand to place it on her forehead but then quickly put her arms out to steady herself as two guards relinquished her arms and pushed her gruffly through the common room doors. She paused for a moment once she regained her footing and attempted to look around: everything was somewhat hazy and she squinted, shutting her eyes really tight and opening them again in an attempt to clear her blurry vision. It seemed as if things had changed drastically in the couple of weeks or so that she’d been gone. The place was even more frantic and hurried than usual. Dazed or not, she could tell that the sense of order that had purveyed here under Sister Jude was already beginning to unfold. Something in her gut told her that it would only be a matter of time before the whole thing went to hell….or whatever place was worse because it had already been hell.
Lana gazed around room, searching for any familiar face, hoping, in fact, to find Grace. She needed a friend and moreover, she had mixed news for one particular individual; someone she’d come to realize she’d misjudged horribly… But the thing was it was probably too late. He wasn’t even there. The last she’d heard of him, he was in jail and on the phone with Oliver.
Lana sighed, she was exhausted and felt defeated. She decided to make her way over to the couch where she often sat, it was perhaps the best place to observe the goings on of the common room. Only there was someone already sitting there, draped in a blanket, his head down. She didn’t recognize him, and approached him cautiously, wondering if he was one of the unfortunate few who didn’t belong or one of the maddest of the bunch. She tilted her head, observing the man more closely now as she neared him. She was a little confused, and her vision hazy from a sedative Mary Eunice had forced her to take and realized, as she walked closer, that this might be someone she knew.
When Lana got to the couch, she bent down to look at the man, peering straight into his face.
“Kit!” She exclaimed happily, her voice conveying a sense of joy never uttered at Briarcliff, and one that Lana was sure Kit assumed she’d never associate with seeing him.
