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𓆝 𓆟 𓆜 𓆞 𓆡 One. Agatha Was A Feisty Storm.
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A day filled with trees, creaking against the wind — in a dance where they battle for the top spot. People huddled inside spaces, and corners just so they could make it out of the storm alive. Agatha wasn't happy so she left her mark for hours until the end. Throughout the night a light orchard shade dripped down the windows and reflected into the room, its shadows forming paintings that disappeared by one movement. With her hands outstretched arms in an empty bed, she got ahold of her phone from the nightstand. At this time, she would be face timing Pope and discussing whatever plans JJ and John B felt the need to drag them into. Sadly, no service.
Aaliyah scanned the room in a daze until sleep decided to finally wear off, she'd already taken three naps and wasn't so sure if she could handle another one. After rubbing her eyes with a yawn that made her almost fall off the bed, she walked around the room, mainly to walk the sleep away, and decide what she was going to wear for the day and finally decided on tugging on the same pair of denim shorts she wore yesterday (her jeans rarely got dirty), then slipped on an oversized tee she stole from Pope (he's never getting it back) to conceal her green bikini top underneath. The emerald and blue orchid pendant necklace and multiple beaded bracelets made their arrival on her skin, whereas her braids were styled in a half updo with two strands in the front. And like always, her green tote bag was in clutch.
