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frost_jewel) wrote2012-11-01 09:01 pm
frost_jewel) wrote2012-11-01 09:01 pm
17 [action/written]
[On the border between afternoon and evening of the 31st, the draft ends for Mia. For a while, all she can do is look around at the village, standing still near where they all arrive. Then she takes what remains of her notes to the battledome. To turn them over to...well, whoever is there to give them to. She doesn't want to talk, at least not for very long.
Then she goes home, House 16, and checks on her housemates before taking what is perhaps the longest shower in her entire life. The water is freezing by the time she's done, and she doesn't care. The next morning, whoever wakes first will find the coffee is ready and there is no Mercury Adept in sight.
She's out for a walk. It's not a long one: back to the battledome, to check on people. Any people, but especially those she knows well. If there are questions she has to answer - and she doubts very much there won't be questions - then she will, as polite and quiet as she ever is. When she's through there, she'll head for nearby houses and apartments, without going too far. She knows her limits and is waiting to meet up with them.
That autopilot carries her until midafternoon. What follows isn't exactly a crash. It's a slow spiral, one that finds her walking back to the house at a glacial pace, as though she might find somewhere to hide instead. But she can't. Instead she huddles into a chair in the living room, finally opening the journal to write something.]
Thank you to everyone who was there to help us. [She doesn't feel the need to specify where. The next several things she tries are crossed out, until:] I'm sorry we couldn't do more, sooner.
[[ooc: Whew look at all that action! She's mostly bouncing from house to battledome, and if you want to run into her while she's walking or standing and staring off into space, that's great too!]]
Then she goes home, House 16, and checks on her housemates before taking what is perhaps the longest shower in her entire life. The water is freezing by the time she's done, and she doesn't care. The next morning, whoever wakes first will find the coffee is ready and there is no Mercury Adept in sight.
She's out for a walk. It's not a long one: back to the battledome, to check on people. Any people, but especially those she knows well. If there are questions she has to answer - and she doubts very much there won't be questions - then she will, as polite and quiet as she ever is. When she's through there, she'll head for nearby houses and apartments, without going too far. She knows her limits and is waiting to meet up with them.
That autopilot carries her until midafternoon. What follows isn't exactly a crash. It's a slow spiral, one that finds her walking back to the house at a glacial pace, as though she might find somewhere to hide instead. But she can't. Instead she huddles into a chair in the living room, finally opening the journal to write something.]
Thank you to everyone who was there to help us. [She doesn't feel the need to specify where. The next several things she tries are crossed out, until:] I'm sorry we couldn't do more, sooner.
[[ooc: Whew look at all that action! She's mostly bouncing from house to battledome, and if you want to run into her while she's walking or standing and staring off into space, that's great too!]]
[Action]
He hesitates for a moment. He had heard things. Bad things, and he knew Mia's name was on the draft list. Though Mia was quiet and reserved normally, everything was just off about this picture.
He didn't know what he could do. But he couldn't do nothing. He hurries his pace to catch up to her, though it's not hard to do so.]
Hey, Mia.
[Action]
Hello, Adell. [And her voice is soft, though she hasn't done much talking in the past few days.] How are you?
[Action]
[Maybe that story might cheer her up, if she asks about it. But he's almost afraid to ask...]
How about you?
[He's not good at hiding intent. Mia can probably read the concern on his face, despite his best efforts to try to keep a more stoic look.]
[Action]
[If he was, she wonders if she'll be able to find it within her to help him.]
I'm okay.
[The biggest lie she'll ever tell.]
[Action]
[...He could tell it was a lie. But he could never guess just how much of one it was. Not yet. All he heard were rumors, nothing concrete, nothing solid. He debated pressing. But sometimes that just made things worse. For once, he decided against it.]
Good... I'm glad you're back. I was worried.
[Action]
Thank you.
[So, so very many were not as lucky.]
[Action]
[He shakes his head.]
You finish your shift for today?
[Action]
[Action]
I see... just checking up on some of ours who got hurt?
[Come to think of it, he hadn't heard from Rydia or Kain since they left.]
[Action]
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Are you sure you're okay? I've never seen you look so... distant.
[Action]
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Don't be sorry. If it was a long week, I could hardly blame you. You do look pretty wiped out though... maybe go home and get some rest? I'll walk with you, if you'd like.
[Action]
[She certainly doesn't expect anything to happen to her on the way home, but the company will be nice.]