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Mar. 26th, 2010 10:32 pm[Semele had absolutely enough with being in the lobby; alone, for the most part like many others and suddenly having the lights go out, only to have five Olympians dead in the middle of everyone after the power flickered back on. Picking up her pillow and blanket, she's well on her way for the stairwell, careful to avoid bodies (living and otherwise). If she was going to die, it wasn't going to be in front of mostly complete strangers. She was at least going to be as close to her own bed as possible. Semele feels filthy, her nerves are shot. Whose weren't by this point?
Semele feels horrible for all those who lost loved ones. She'd lost a son that she knew nothing of; Zeus had lost so much more. Many others had as well, and to be honest, she found it incredibly difficult to comfort those around her when she wasn't sure how to comfort herself; mainly because she isn't sure what she's supposed to feel other than fear and sadness for those who had been lost. Anger? Paranoia? Guilt because she wasn't dead but should be?
Her mind's a mess.
She needs to think.
She needs a bath, chance of drowning be damned.]
Semele feels horrible for all those who lost loved ones. She'd lost a son that she knew nothing of; Zeus had lost so much more. Many others had as well, and to be honest, she found it incredibly difficult to comfort those around her when she wasn't sure how to comfort herself; mainly because she isn't sure what she's supposed to feel other than fear and sadness for those who had been lost. Anger? Paranoia? Guilt because she wasn't dead but should be?
Her mind's a mess.
She needs to think.
She needs a bath, chance of drowning be damned.]
