#flawed--by--design

‘Are you hiding from someone?’

The young man in the way too big Siouxsie and the Banshees jumper took a deep drag off his cigarette and contemplated his response, staring out the boarded up window, thoughts racing. Why would anyone take shelter in an abandoned building? Was there ever a non-pathetic answer to it?

@flawed--by--design

Tracey’s fingers moved furiously over her phone’s keyboard. Help! She wrote. I woke up in a strange room full of pastel everything! And I think I hear a Bible study downstairs! I don’t know any cabs in this city, can you call and send one to 495 Baker Drive? That’s what’s on the mailbox downstairs, I think that’s where I am. She sent it to her roommate, the one who had been assigned to her by the university the week prior. The woman had seemed cool enough, she’d have an idea as to what to do. Right?

At least, Tracey thought she sent it to her roommate…

Lucifer was just minding his business when got what must be an wrong number. Grinning in amusement over what the texts contained. Mostly the pastel bit with the possible Bible study was what was amusing.