[ after tearing apart her own room, Cashmere's grown curious about the rest of the hotel. she's finally changed out of her unitard, swapping it for the distinctly District One clothing from her suitcase. so far she doesn't recognize anyone but Annie, but she's good with faces and names so she's made a few passes through both halls trying to memorize who goes where. the shouting and general uproar from Johanna's room draws her attention because obviously someone has gone totally insane and that's worth noting.
no - not just anyone. the voice is familiar. Cashmere thinks no way and gives the door a careless shove. it swings into the wall with a thud. ]
You have got to be fucking kidding me. [ if it wasn't for the voice and her own familiarity with how Johanna carries herself, she'd never recognize the woman in front of her. ] You look like shit.
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no - not just anyone. the voice is familiar. Cashmere thinks no way and gives the door a careless shove. it swings into the wall with a thud. ]
You have got to be fucking kidding me. [ if it wasn't for the voice and her own familiarity with how Johanna carries herself, she'd never recognize the woman in front of her. ] You look like shit.