[Careful in the butterfly room this morning. Someone's playing hooky... and standing still as a statue, almost as if she's trying to be one. Maybe she's trying get the unreal butterflies to land on her? At the sound of someone approaching, Carrie will jump.]
H-how long have you been there?!
[Much later, in the afternoon, she'll be on the playground. Six months in this place, even if she can't remember most of it... her hands are soft, now. She's not as strong as she was. Ignoring that is no longer an option.
Formulaic, repetitive physical training hasn't ever been something she really does, and climbing the outside of the school building isn't an option without getting the attention of the sheep, but doing some kind of endurance run on the monkey bars, keeping her elbows bent as much as she can manage, switching direction at either end by swapping hand positions and turning while dangling... well, she's going to keep that up until either her hands and arms and shoulders hurt too much to keep going or someone, sheep or not, notices she's out there.
If you happen upon her after she's finally unable to keep going, she's just going to be lying on the ground, staring up at that horrible excuse for a sky.]
Don't worry, I'm not dead. I might need a hand up, though.
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H-how long have you been there?!
[Much later, in the afternoon, she'll be on the playground. Six months in this place, even if she can't remember most of it... her hands are soft, now. She's not as strong as she was. Ignoring that is no longer an option.
Formulaic, repetitive physical training hasn't ever been something she really does, and climbing the outside of the school building isn't an option without getting the attention of the sheep, but doing some kind of endurance run on the monkey bars, keeping her elbows bent as much as she can manage, switching direction at either end by swapping hand positions and turning while dangling... well, she's going to keep that up until either her hands and arms and shoulders hurt too much to keep going or someone, sheep or not, notices she's out there.
If you happen upon her after she's finally unable to keep going, she's just going to be lying on the ground, staring up at that horrible excuse for a sky.]
Don't worry, I'm not dead. I might need a hand up, though.