<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Messy and winkled black leggings, white t-shirt, with a blue plaid flannel overtop. Combat boots.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Institute infirmary<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6, close to lunch<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Time to reset<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia | Closed<br/><hr/>For a few moments she faded out all of the sensory overload the mess hall brought and she fell into a half dissociated state. The memory of that thing, that vampire, lunging at her seemed like a vivid nightmare instead of something that actually happened. And she really wished that she could just wake up and be back in her own bed as if none of this had happened. But the gut sinking dread she felt was too real for her to even hope that this was just all in her head.<br/><br/>Bouncing back to reality as Ksenia turned back toward her with the wax wrapped sandwiches, she offered a smile as best she could, wanting to be polite and not seem like she was self loathing. But God, was this hard.<br/><br/>However, on hearing that they were going to get some quiet isolated time, she felt a wave of relief wash over her.<strong>“Thank you,”</strong>she murmured, blowing out a breath and following her back out the door and down the darkened hallways once more.<br/><br/>Soon, Ksenia led her to her room and she hurriedly stepped inside, not at all surprised by the decorations. The room looked nice, but it was just as gothic and moody as the rest of the place. She glanced around, taking it all in before turning to Ksenia.<strong>“Even your bedrooms are dark, it’s quite the aesthetic,”</strong>she teased lightheartedly, now feeling more at ease being safe with just her, rather than out in the open with a bunch of people she didn’t know who all looked rather intimidating.<br/><br/>Delilah nodded at the offer for clothing, making her way over to the closet and glancing through. Her own clothes felt dirty and grimy from sweat and blood, which she hadn’t really noticed until the offer to change came up. Choosing simple black leggings and an oversized hoodie, which was likely not worn very often given the collection of black and leather clothing that she knew was the usual choice in this line of work, she made her way back over to Ksenia.<br/><br/><strong>“This okay?”</strong>she asked, a bit sheepishly. Delilah hated being a burden on anyone, having grown pretty independent since losing her mother.<strong>“I think I’ll shower and change first, then eat.”</strong>