[It almost felt like home, being here on the swing set. Beat would always take her there and then run off to skateboard or something like that. Rhyme would always follow, but by the end of they day they'd return to the swing set, and he'd put her on a swing and push her as high as he could.
But those days were gone. She was here alone, with no Beat to push her, or to comfort her. She was being told to make friends right after Beat died, and really, she wasn't feeling up to it. She'd put on a smile for all her roommates, but now she couldn't help herself from frowning slightly. She'd be fine, she thought. After all, once she got those million joypoints, Rhyme could go home and Beat would be there waiting for her, alive.
She's quiet, deep in thought. If anyone were to sneak up on her, she'd never notice.]
Park, on the swing set
But those days were gone. She was here alone, with no Beat to push her, or to comfort her. She was being told to make friends right after Beat died, and really, she wasn't feeling up to it. She'd put on a smile for all her roommates, but now she couldn't help herself from frowning slightly. She'd be fine, she thought. After all, once she got those million joypoints, Rhyme could go home and Beat would be there waiting for her, alive.
She's quiet, deep in thought. If anyone were to sneak up on her, she'd never notice.]