[Center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3e583390-1a2c-4abe-a897-2d12227d3708.png [/img] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/5dd2ae42-d43d-439f-ad60-9dd8cb66e7e7.png [/img] [/center] [hr] [Right][sub][Color=FFEDA8]Place | [/color][color=A1A1A1] Hotel room > Momma May's[/color] [Color=FFEDA8]Interactions | [/color] [color=A1A1A1]No one as of yet[/color][/sub][/right] [hr] [color=A1A1A1]Sitting cross legged in the middle of the worn down bed, or at least what she thought was one (honestly, it could've been sheets of plywood with a blanket on top), the small blonde stared listlessly at the t.v. in front of her. It wasn't on of course, she couldn't stand the sound of the fuzzy speakers or the glitchy movements of the characters on screen, she had given up trying to fix it a long time ago. She listened to the sound the faucet dripping slowly. Repeatedly. And the light hum of the mini fridge that hardly worked. The AC had shut off some time ago, making the dark room unbearingly [i]hot[/i], but she stayed put, her tee shirt hung around her neck and the blanket pushed to the edges of the bed. She felt like she was suffocating. Although this town had more space than one could ask for, the townsfolk sure helped with that, the pressure in her head only worsened at every small sound. She was irritated and stressed, and she knew from past experiences that it never went well in the end. For her nor for other people. God, she needed a drink; a whole bottle of wine would do. Maybe two. Her last visit with her parents hadn't gone as well as she planned. Of course, yet another argument had brewed, old but not forgotten about feelings had stirred up, and of course knowing herself, she just couldn't hold her fucking tongue. It happened every time. Every goddamned time. A conversation turned into a banter which turned into an argument and then quickly a fight, that led to Meredith yelling, "Fuck you!" Before storming out. But it was different this time. This time they didn't try to stop her. This time she didn't apologize. This time...felt final. She left and didn't look back and ended up in Coalfell. It made her angry. Sighing, Meredith pulled her shirt over her body and slid a pair of black shorts on, wincing at how pale her legs looked, which would only look worse when the sun hit them. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun and left the bed the way it was: no need to make it just yet. She grabbed her car keys as she put her shoes on, grunting as she struggled a little bit with the tight shoelaces. She needed to do something. The feeling of unproductivity was overwhelming, but there was nothing to do in this town, and she needed stimulation or she'd drive herself crazy. But first, she needed food. The cafe she was searching for was a little ways away, but luckily gas here was cheap. She pulled into its parking lot, blocking the sunlight with one hand, trying her best to maneuver her way into one of the spaces, but the asphalt was choppy and she really [i]really[/i] didn't want to ruin her tires. Plus, parking had never been her strong suit, but she was trying her best goddammit. Putting her car into park, the young woman sighed loudly, enjoying the last few good seconds of AC before she had to face the sun. She was already stressed as is, she did not need a giant ass sunburn to top it off. Turning the car off and getting out, she noticed a woman not too far off in some kind of discussion with the neighborhood delinquents. Her neat figure seemed out of place compared to them and at first Meredith believed they were going to beat her up, but with further investigation it looked as if the woman was holding her own. Shrugging, Mer closed the car door and- Wait. Shit. [i]Fuck.[/i] [Color=FFEDA8]"I better fucking not have,"[/color] she said firmly to herself, her heart in her stomach. She checked her pockets. Not there. Looking inside the window, she noticed them sitting there. In the seat. Looking almost tauntingly at her. Her [i]fucking[/i] keys. Leaning her head against the window, her body tense but exhausted. The window looked very tempting to punch in right now, but she wasn't looking to break her knuckles at this point. Or her car window. She was already short and angry and so so tired. She took a deep breath and- [Color=FFEDA8]"Shiiiiiiiit!"[/color] The blonde yelled. [Color=FFEDA8]"Ho-ly FUCKING hell! I swear to fucking GOD![/color] This was it. This was the last straw.[/color] [hr]