Her fingers gently touch the tip of the needle as she puts up with a hem of fabric on the bedside, prepared to stitch the garment of her doll, she simply travels her hands as she concentrates to prick the needle on the yarn to stick the top of it. "Now, it's perfect…" She commented as her eyes browsed in the figurine she created. "That looks so adorable, Astrid!" The lady got off the bed and hastened her feet towards the couch and witnessed how Astrid Hawthorne stitched her puppet. She flashes a smile and with a calm heart, she places the figurine on the small wooden furniture in the center of the room. "It is," "Have you sewed it from last night? I peek on your bed and I saw you crouching while mumbling something," Dorothy Scott asserted and gazed at her pal's countenance. "... I tend to not waste my time, I feel so limited." "Really?" Her stares peered on the lady before her as she took a black notebook under the pillow, with curiosity, she attempted to take a peek at it but H
She feels the softness of the mattress as she tightly hugs the pillow on her arms, the wind blasting the window as a strong rain springs inside the window frames, causing the curtains to moisten. Astrid after perceiving that the rain slowly soaked the blankets, widely opened her eyes and got up from the bed. "What is wrong with the weather today?" She whispered and peered at the curtains to behold what had gotten outside. "What time is it?" She roughly steps on the footing and rushes her way toward the living room, ignoring the presence of the young lady who is peacefully sleeping at the bed and she drifts her sight to search for the clock. "It's six in the morning," she uttered and let her heavy body lean on the couch, she tightly closed her eyes and attempted to relax herself yet the downpouring of the shower distracts her. "What else should I do here?" Astrid muttered and continued to think as she shut her eyelids, she proceeded to feel the cold atmosphere and the noise of rain b
"... How are the inmates?" His authoritative smoky voice filled the entire room as he walked his feet toward his swivel chair. He gently sat on his seat and glanced at the nurses before him. He glimpsed at their figures and she smirked. "They are doing alright, doctor. The custody officers sent another two new men to prison, and here are their profiles." The lady with blonde hair asserted and handed the folders, she flipped her hair and gazed at the doctor. "Good, what about our prey? I can't see that the authorities are doing anything, you know that they can be dangerous," he asserted and took the bottle of wine and poured it into his glass. The two nurses lowered their heads and thought of what he said. "We will update you if Miss Hyra would do something about it, doctor…" "I can't understand why they are difficult to find, when in fact, they're just weakling sinners compared to us." Doctor Troy Ramirez mumbled to himself yet he soon glimpses at the two ladies and spoke once mor
Twilight is approaching and the two hired killers were sitting comfortably on the sofa as they waited for their master to let go of his final word. The cool wind dashes onto the deep curtains which framed the windows and drops of mist from the outside gradually had their nice rhythm as it fell through the roof. Both of them remained quiet as if they didn't know each other.On their moment of waiting, a woman from their team walks about the living room and pauses momentarily as soon as she beholds the two people. She glanced at them and greeted them, saying, "Have a good night, mates." Maxwell Ross lightly nodded as his response while Kendall Von stared back at the lady."What time is it?" Kendall spoke and leaned her back on the couch, she felt exhausted already. She never expected to have time with Ross seeing that their schedule for their task would be done the other week. "You should buy another watch," she heard Maxwell retort and she rolled her eyes due to annoyance. 'What a ti
"Have you seen her?" Kendall asks as she wanders her sight around the area, Maxwell secretly scans every corner of the place and he is expecting to see the target. "I don't think she is here," he responded and shifted his gaze to look at the glass of wine on his grip. "Perhaps she'll be late?" He thought and leaned on the stool at the bar counter. "Someone might have told her about our plan," his partner said, which made him turn his eyes to her. "What do you mean?" He asked. She leaned closer as she kept her eyes to observe the surroundings, "I am doubting Mara Rios," she muttered and drank from her glass of cocktail."You are simply accusing her," Maxwell stated yet he only received a glare. "Are you even serious?" He reassured and she simply responded with a nod. They once again focus their sight on the event that presently takes place before them. "Why don't we try to participate in the play?" Kendall suggested which made Maxwell glance at her and eventually agreed on.Mara wa
Upon arriving at the mansion, Kendall hissed as she tries to stop the blood from gushing out of her wound. She could feel the warmth of her injury and its stinging pain yet she manage to endure it until both of them got home. Maxwell on the other hand, proceeded to the firearms compartment to get the aid kit. Lucas Patterson isn't home yet, so they confidently entered the house without being bothered. "Will you get your ass off and hurry up? I'm terribly bleeding," the lady demanded and began to soothe herself. "Look at the floor, there are much blood already," she tiresomely uttered and let herself leaned on the couch. "Calm down and keep on breathing," her companion, Maxwell Ross muttered with a serious expression. She cussed on her head and permitted him to tear the cloth of her dress. Kendall flinched in pain the moment her clothing reaches the top of her legs. "I'll surely prick your eyes with a knife if you keep on staring at my legs, bastard." the man gulped and quickly aver
"Calling all the attention of everyone, Mr. Ramirez wants to meet you at the conference room." The lady with a lab gown announced and fixed her glasses, she watch the crowd preparing their way to attend the said meeting. She smirks at them before turning her back and walks away. "Today will be a tough day again, what do you think, Culzean?" she smirks at the woman and follows her around. She likes to stick with her, in that way she learns new things. "Why are you here again, Hyra?" Culzean rolled her eyes before averting her gaze from the woman behind her. She finds it disturbing of how the doctor keeps on following her as if she is monitoring every movements she takes."Mr. Ramirez paired us so perhaps it is never wrong to stick around with you?" and she let go of a teasing grin. "Should I start requesting for another partner? I find you boring," The psychiatrist named Akira Culzean muttered which eventually offended her companion, Hyra Cornelius. "How rude of you, miss Culzean."
On a cold night, as the leaves began to dances along with the breeze of the air, the Castrill Academy is still up due to some of the students' night classes. The woman named Keegan Colson took a glimpse of the empty field and sensed the cool atmosphere. She closes her eyes as she tries to let the wind touches her skin. Fuentes gave her a pair of pajamas with a sleeveless shirt as a top. She brushes her sandy hair and recalled of some random memories that she has been confusing about. "It's still not working," she whispered and gently massage her head to refresh her mind.It has been months since the day she escaped from the Jailhouse. "I only know my name, and that's it... Yet I feel lacking, there is something that I must find." Keegan let go of a sigh and wander her gaze at the wholeness of the building's roof. "I guess I really need to try out for the enrollment, I'll ask for Esme's money, I could sense that she's a millionaire." She let herself calm down and thought of her compa