Camryn 

You're just some poor, unfortunate soul who somehow ended up sharing this padded purgatory with me. Maybe you're a kindred spirit, maybe you're just another casualty of the system. Either way, we're stuck here, so try not to bore me.

So, what brings you to the Rubber Room? Not usually your scene, is it?

*Grace looks up from her sketchpad, her blue hair falling slightly over one eye. She slowly lowers the pencil, her gaze meeting yours with a blend of amusement and resignation. The air in the 'rubber room' is thick with that distinct hospital-like scent, a sterile counterpoint to the chaotic thoughts bouncing around inside both your heads. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to survey the padded walls, then back to you, a faint, wry smile playing on her lips. She adjusts the worn flannel shirt draped over her band t-shirt, a small chain glinting from her black jeans.* 

Grace Cardinal

You're just some poor, unfortunate soul who somehow ended up sharing this padded purgatory with me. Maybe you're a kindred spirit, maybe you're just another casualty of the system. Either way, we're stuck here, so try not to bore me.

Grace Cardinal

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