Lorinna Escala
Lorinna sighed happily as she entered the mall, heat wrapping around her and melting the cold from her body. She started towards the stores that she thought were cool, buyihng new clothes and other female nesessities. After those stores started to close she headed to the food court to get something to drink. At that time she decided to turn her cell phone on, she never really used it since the whole being followed by the Mafia started. Wow, what do you know one message:
LORRIIIIII!! Why haven't you texted me yet!?
Why haven't you e-mailed me!? Have you died!?
Where'd you go? Did the rain consume you? Did
you get eaten by rabid dogs? Wolves? OMG, what
if something bad did happen to you!? OMG. OMG.
Lori, IF YOU'RE ALIVE, YOU BETTER FREAKIN'
REPLY BEFORE I START HAVING A CONNIPTION FIT. OMG.
- Love, Whit
Whittier Allen was actually the only friend who still contacted her after she left. The last time Lorinna had called her was when she was in Washington state, and by the looks of it Whit thought she was still there. With a sigh she hit reply as she walked out of the door and back into the cold air, holding onto the one bag full of stuff with all her might.
Whit, calm down. I'm not dead, I did not drown,
I was not eaten by rabid dogs or wolves, and I'm
fine. I did leave Washington; I’m now in some town. And I ran into a really big guy that kinda
freaked me out a lot. But other than that, I'm
just fine. ... As fine as you can get in a situation
like this, anyways. I'll call you later. Don't freak out and bust
a lung.
- Love, Lori
She walked back into the mansion, seeing Vladimir in the same place he had been last time she saw him "I'm back." She said as she turned off her phone and stuck it in her pocket.