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[hr][hr][b][i]Location[/i][/b]... The Dining Hall.
[b][i]Interacting With...[/i][/b] Ollie [@Liriia], Stacey via Text, Sebastian via Text [@HushedWhispers], Leah via Text [@GoddessSophia]
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Each and every person she held some level of adoration for entered the room. If she'd been a dog the sound of a tail thumping against the ground would draw their attention. Instead, she took the time to send a text to each and every one of them. She pressed palm into cheek, thinking carefully about if she'd send words or a simple smile...

[center][b]To: [color=#990033]Stacey H[/color].
From: [color=#CCFF66]Low G[/color][/b]
[i] o/ <(♥) [/i]

[b]To: [color=#9999FF]Sebastian R[/color].
From: [color=#CCFF66]Low G[/color][/b]
[i] (: [/i]

And lastly, Leah was sent a text.

[b]To: [color=#3366FF]Leah W[/color].
From: [color=#CCFF66]Low G[/color][/b]
[i] o: !!![/i]

If they spotted her in the Dining Hall, she'd give them an inch of a smile, neck flustered, cheeks red with the excitement of trying to be forward. Now, her timer began, the tick-tock of what energy she possessed was on the run. Low didn't know how long it would last but she cared. It would be expended wisely or not at all. As she resided on the more extreme side of the introvert spectrum, she liked to think that she was the battery inside of [color=gray]Ollie[/color]'s battered Galaxy. Last year she couldn't keep the poor thing charged and full for more than an hour.

[b]To: [color=#CCFF66]Low G[/color].
From: [color=Gray]Ollie K[/color].[/b]
[i]You found me quick. BRT[/i][/center]

Low watched a smile bloom on her best friend's face between passing clouds of people. She was a sun of a particular type. Mint-colored and astral. Psychedelic, almost, but without the horrid snag of drugs. She was a dragonfly in an everglade born below to rise above. She might've taken off in a UFO today, but the recovering girl knew she'd ask the aliens to swing by and pick up her pal. She rubbed beneath a dark eye, seeing black on the bend of knuckle. Her lips pursed to a thin line, staring at it rather than her approaching bestie. That all made sense, right? She'd held a strange adoration for life, comparing it. Maybe it was the latent drugs which still crawled around her spine.

Those were [i]fun[/i]...

[b]Not.[/b] She nudged out of the bench. One leg swung over 'til the tall, leggy thing stood. If anyone had been watching, they might have expected Low to give a light pat to the shoulder. Instead, she moved forward and gave the alien-oriented girl a hug. It lasted a few seconds before a swell of nausea, anxiety and discomfort came upon her. She backed away and tucked a long strand of bleached hair behind her ear. Finally, though it seemed like her voice was dry and rarely used, Low spoke:

[color=#CCFF66]”Hi Ollie...” [i]I missed you, you're everything to me. Do you know that?[/i][/color] And she giggled, covering her smile with the back of a long, worn sleeve. She thought to sit down again but realized her friend hadn't gotten breakfast yet. She reached out and brushed her fingers along [color=gray]Ollie[/color]'s palm, linking a pinky timidly to guide her to the line. Her own food could wait. It was still warm and her things were beside it. She felt strange, reaching out and trying to hold onto her friend (even if it was just one finger out of ten), maybe it was because she'd almost used. Hopefully she didn't start crying. It wasn't the time to make a scene and feel sorry for herself. No, rather, mad at herself. Very, very mad. She let go of [color=gray]Ollie[/color] and moved to the end of the line, prompting the other to meet her there once she'd grabbed her tray of breakfast delights. Then back to the table they went, one leg swung over the booth, the other straddling as she stuffed a forkful of egg in her own face.

Breakfast had to be her least favorite meal of the day. Most times she'd gone without it and had a healthy sized lunch. This time she didn't have that luxury. The counselors made sure that she participated in every meal. Even if it was a muffin. This time, after a long drive with plenty of calorie burning focus, she needed the energy. Low shivered as she chewed and stifled a yawn. Yeah, she wouldn't be up and about the entire day. She'd look for a comfortable patch of grass to snooze on with [color=gray]Ollie[/color] right after the morning announcements. Y'know. The 'Welcome to Camp Liberty, familiar faces... rules and yadablah'.

Cutting at her hashbrowns, she wrote in her journal that she'd made contact with four people, and the one beside her made her the happiest of all. [color=#CCFF66]"Was your trip nice? I drove here from home."[/color] Which home was a one bedroom apartment in a seedy part of town. Her psychologist and the police that toured it kept telling her to find someplace else, but it was affordable, she was able to save money there and she felt that was what mattered. Low was in a dangerous area full of addicts much like herself. It was all too easy to give in again when they'd knock on your door...

Still, she refrained. [color=#CCFF66]"I'm four months free today..."[/color] She admitted with the small, bubbling sense of pride. It was important to feel good about recovery. She'd try and focus on that instead of the fact she [i]nearly[/i] used.