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thea queen

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Who: Thea Queen, OTA
What: She's Not Exactly Come Out Of Hiding
Where: HQ for now
When: 11/1 that evening
Warnings: Aftermath of violence, possible Arrow spoilers for late S3, depression/mental issues, awful coping skills, past drug addiction

Since the unplanned arrival via crashing into the HQ pool Thea had not exactly left her room. Sure she had left briefly post physical for some clothes along with a radio and a small TV. But beyond that she's basically kept to herself and not left the little room that was now home. She has also not exactly eaten or slept properly in what feels like age outside of naps and midnight snacking. For now she's curled up on the bed behind a closed door attempting to sketch (having bought some art supplies in an attempt at making clothes again along with keeping a journal of the gunk in her head).

"I'm just the family disappointment, don't deserve to get better."

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Grace stayed in HQ. While she wanted to see the city she was a little to young to go out on her own. Within her curious explorations of the place she noticed that Thea's door was always closed and that the girl inside never came out. She began to look for her through the hours that the cafeteria was open but wasn't able to find her. She requested a small tray from the kitchen which she promised to return later. On that tray she put tea, a small jar of honey and a few warm biscuits. She wasn't sure if the girl was sick or if it was something else but she wanted to come prepared.

She stopped at the girls door and lightly knocked using her knee. With her hands full it was the best she could do.

"Hello?" The small voice rang out in a sweet tone. "I brought you some tea and biscuits."

Grace paused, chewing over thoughts in her head. "Are you okay?"

The voice was too sweet and kind for Thea to ignore.

So she got up and actually opened the door to reveal a young girl with a tray standing outside. "I'm ok but not really?" she finally admits. Thea was not going to spill everything running around her head to someone so young. But the room does speak volumes: the small radio was on since her show was not on till later and her sketchbook was open on a rough idea for a dress. She also looks as miserable as she feels on the inside: her emotions were running amuck.

Grace was more observant than most gave her credit for. Her lips fell into a soft frown as she looked up at Thea.

"You should eat then. It's step one to feeling better." She nodded her head decisively as if it's been decided. "I made you tea. It's supposed to help when you're feeling down." At this piece of information Grace's grin widened into a warm smile. "I promise it'll work."

Her eyes took in Thea's room and while curiosity nagged at her brain to go take a look at the picture sitting on the bed, Grace waited to be invited inside first. If to much time went by Grace's hands were going to start shaking from the weight of the tray but for now she held it steady, her right forearm aching from the effort.

"Yea right." but Thea accepts the tray from Grace so the girl would not drop it or worse. "Tea does cue everything." she finally does admit as she made room for Grace to come in for a few minutes. But the room did oddly mirror Thea's mental state, from the piles of clothes to the art supplies. The in progress dress sketch however was still on the bed in plain sight, she has the talent but just needs a push.

Grace exhaled a soft breath as the tray was lifted from her hands. She kept her injured arm beneath her cloak knowing that she probably shouldn't be using it just after getting hurt.

"That's what I think too." It's what her father had told her.

Grace stepped inside, her eyes falling to the drawing. "Are you a seamstress? This is beautiful." She only had a few dresses and it was simply because she couldn't always wore the one she woke up in.

"I can sew a bit but I'm better at putting ideas onto paper. Came up with some dresses for my friends at home" Thea admits thinking of Felicity and Laurel so name a few. The dress on the page was a classic cocktail design but with a lot of color and flair. She finally added,"My name's Thea aka the one who landed in the pool."

Grace offered her a smile. "It's nice to meet you Thea. I'm Grace. I think you should design more. I really like these and I love wearing dresses." Though she'd need to grow a bit first.

"Would water be softer than the ground?" Grace asked with the earnestness of a child.

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