Jaz lay on her bed, plaiting her hair. This was strange for two reasons. One; Jaz was terrible at plaiting her hair. And two; she was only ever in the barracks at night. Usually she was training or visiting her father or doing something. But no, today she had nothing to do. Instead of being relieved Jaz was bored, very bored. She unplaited her hair before it could get to tangled and gazed around the room. "Bored, bored, bored.." she muttered to herself. It didn't look like there was anyone else here. If there was she would have started talking to them long ago.
Subject: Home Sweet Home (OPEN) 
Wed Jan 25, 2012 7:06 pm
