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1st Floor Rec Room - Thursday after classes
Today was Penelope's birthday and she hadn't told a soul. She didn't want to be the center of anyone's attention but more than that she didn't want people to feel like they had to celebrate her day.
The day she was born wasn't a happy one. Her parents sought out a plastic surgeon and found out all too quickly that plastic surgery was not an option. The tabloids and newpapers went crazy, which only led to her mother faking a creamation for her. Her piglet of a baby had died. And then Penelope had spent the next sixteen years of her life locked inside her own home. Never getting to play in the park, never getting to play in the snow, never being allowed out her own front door.
Her birthday was not a happy celebration so she did not see the need in telling anyone. It was just another day. A sad day. At least it was for her.
Alone in the rec room, she sat at the piano and began to play what she was feeling.
[Open for whatever rec room needs you might have. ETA: Hurley's thread last please since she leaves with him!]
The day she was born wasn't a happy one. Her parents sought out a plastic surgeon and found out all too quickly that plastic surgery was not an option. The tabloids and newpapers went crazy, which only led to her mother faking a creamation for her. Her piglet of a baby had died. And then Penelope had spent the next sixteen years of her life locked inside her own home. Never getting to play in the park, never getting to play in the snow, never being allowed out her own front door.
Her birthday was not a happy celebration so she did not see the need in telling anyone. It was just another day. A sad day. At least it was for her.
Alone in the rec room, she sat at the piano and began to play what she was feeling.
[Open for whatever rec room needs you might have. ETA: Hurley's thread last please since she leaves with him!]

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But not in a creepy, Edward Cullen sort of way.no subject
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He... had no other words, really.
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She blushed.
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Turning back to the keys, Penelope began to play (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UiBAoivy2k&feature=related) another piece she'd picked up sheet music for, learning it to memory rather quickly.
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In a really really depressing sorta way.
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She happened to turn her head to see him and she offered a small smile in greeting, allowing the music to fall to an end before she said, "Hello, Dean."
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A beat.
"How have you been?"
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What did someone say to that?
"...you didn't hurt anyone, did you?"
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