[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d65982248d22a4a2f08d12283f865536/tumblr_inline_mm97tybye31qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr]Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]The bell continued to toll, and Nora set down the paper in irritation. If there was one thing that Miss Kingston did cherish in the world, it was peace and quiet. The din of the bell interrupted her each and every thought, to the extent that she could not ponder any further the meaning of the Nobel Prize pamphlet that had been distributed to her. 

[i]They're going to be heard in London with such noise,[/i] Nora thought to herself, leaning back on the sofa for a moment. She wished that she could feel tired, but that evening, she felt more of an insomniac than ever before. The bell tolled relentlessly, and Nora knew that it would be a day if the culprit was not apprehended. She shut her eyes, but her mind would not quiet, and the racket outside did not decrease. Her eye twitched in annoyance, and Spot, seemingly understanding Nora's distress, brushed his head against her hand. 

But instead of winning affection from his mistress, he only caused her pain, for his nostril had rubbed her wounded hand. Nora nearly pulled her hair out from pain and frustration, when seemingly learning of her plights, the universe decided to further complicate her situation. A gnawing hunger, unlike any she had ever known before, spread through her. She ate the normal proportions of an English lady at the most--never did she indulge in anything more. Nora's mother praised the quality in her, though it brought out concern in her brother Ethan. Nora herself likened it as a souvenir of her childhood illness--a lack of appetite.

Regardless, this evening had proven absolutely monstrous. Nora rose from the couch, and allowed her hunger to guide her thoughts, searching the kitchen for some nourishment. She smiled wryly at the thought that perhaps her hunger was connected to her injury. It was a foolish and fantastical notion, she knew.

Yet she could not deny that the fantastical seemed ever the more real.