Room 217, Late Sunday Night

Music started playing as Savannah Constance Nast entered the room that she now knew she had shared with her one true love, Johnny Storm.

As she walked to the window, a series of flashbacks played out.

Her head was spinning with everything that had happened in the last two days.

She still didn't know much about her past... but she did know that she could never be forgiven for accidentally killing the man she loved. She knew that the right thing to do was turn herself in -- even though orange really wasn't her color. Eve -- her bodyguard turned not-really-dead-mother wtf? -- had made her promise that she wouldn't turn herself in to the police without coming to get her.

Pain shot through her and her eyes filled with anguished tears as she slid down against the wall. She would never forgive herself. Never.

"Johnny," she sobbed as the background swelled again, drowning out her sobs as she cried through the night.


[[OOC: Establishy]]

Room 217, Late Sunday Night

Music started playing as Savannah Constance Nast entered the room that she now knew she had shared with her one true love, Johnny Storm.

As she walked to the window, a series of flashbacks played out.

Her head was spinning with everything that had happened in the last two days.

She still didn't know much about her past... but she did know that she could never be forgiven for accidentally killing the man she loved. She knew that the right thing to do was turn herself in -- even though orange really wasn't her color. Eve -- her bodyguard turned not-really-dead-mother wtf? -- had made her promise that she wouldn't turn herself in to the police without coming to get her.

Pain shot through her and her eyes filled with anguished tears as she slid down against the wall. She would never forgive herself. Never.

"Johnny," she sobbed as the background swelled again, drowning out her sobs as she cried through the night.


[[OOC: Establishy]]

Room 217, Monday Morning

Savannah woke up sitting against the same wall where she had collapsed the night before. It took her a few moments for the events of the night came crashing down on her.

"Oh god. OH GOD!"

She managed to get to her feet even though she thought she was going collapse. She made it as far as the bed before she felt the desire to throw up. She was violently ill in the trashcan for a few moments. Straightening, she started to head to the door, knowing she had to turn herself in for what she had done.

Not that dealing with the police was going to be as bad as the fact that she had murdered the guy she loved more than anything.


[[OOC: For the not-dead boyfriend]]

Room 217, Monday Morning

Savannah woke up sitting against the same wall where she had collapsed the night before. It took her a few moments for the events of the night came crashing down on her.

"Oh god. OH GOD!"

She managed to get to her feet even though she thought she was going collapse. She made it as far as the bed before she felt the desire to throw up. She was violently ill in the trashcan for a few moments. Straightening, she started to head to the door, knowing she had to turn herself in for what she had done.

Not that dealing with the police was going to be as bad as the fact that she had murdered the guy she loved more than anything.


[[OOC: For the not-dead boyfriend]]