[Faith was laying down on her mattress (no bedframe yet) in her room off of the kitchen. Staring up at her ceiling, she contemplated her circumstances. It was fucked up, was what it was. She'd escaped gotten out of prison and had finally started to get her shit together. Now she was here? She'd make do, because what else could she do?
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted movement and she stilled. Her door was starting to slowly open from it's cracked position. Her eyes went wide at the carpet that came into view. It was floating in air. Holy shit. Had it just wove at her?
House Seven
escapedgotten out of prison and had finally started to get her shit together. Now she was here? She'd make do, because what else could she do?Out of the corner of her eye she spotted movement and she stilled. Her door was starting to slowly open from it's cracked position. Her eyes went wide at the carpet that came into view. It was floating in air. Holy shit. Had it just wove at her?
Wide eyes. This place was too much.]