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capeandcowllogs2013-01-31 03:38 pm
centurybaby) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-01-31 03:38 pm
Entry tags:
take what you want-- make it, make it sacramental.
WHO: Jenny Quantum & Terrance Ward.
WHERE: Southwest Phoenicia and later, Abby's apartment.
WHEN: After Abby and Jaime get sent back.
WARNINGS: Jenny's super cultured language.
SUMMARY: Things are not right at home.
FORMAT: Quickie.
[ it's dry enough that the skin of her lip has cracked just a little at one corner of her mouth, leaking a small drop of blood that gets thumbed away carelessly. she feels tiredness tugging at her body, making her slow, pulling at her eyelids and her muscles and her brain. she's isn't human, but she's close enough in all the ways that count-- despite all the posturing, all the tossing around of that spirit of the century bullshit. running a country alone is hard. no amount of reality altering can fix everything at once.
nights like this, pouring over the country's endless laundry list of problems in the gloomy, stale heat of a military bunker, jenny misses a lot of things. her father. outer space. home. it had helped though, to have her friends there. they don't agree with her, for the most part. she knows that. that makes it mean more, somehow, that they still came. that they still give a shit, even though she's sure they think she's crazy. it means something.
jenny untucks herself from her dusty desk, scrubbing at her eyes before she digs around in her pockets for a cigarette. she presses one to her lips, letting it hang there as she moves out into the hallway. terry's probably asleep. and he doesn't really need to be checked on. but still. she pauses outside his door, just a moment, then knocks. ]
Hey. You sleeping, or what?
WHERE: Southwest Phoenicia and later, Abby's apartment.
WHEN: After Abby and Jaime get sent back.
WARNINGS: Jenny's super cultured language.
SUMMARY: Things are not right at home.
FORMAT: Quickie.
[ it's dry enough that the skin of her lip has cracked just a little at one corner of her mouth, leaking a small drop of blood that gets thumbed away carelessly. she feels tiredness tugging at her body, making her slow, pulling at her eyelids and her muscles and her brain. she's isn't human, but she's close enough in all the ways that count-- despite all the posturing, all the tossing around of that spirit of the century bullshit. running a country alone is hard. no amount of reality altering can fix everything at once.
nights like this, pouring over the country's endless laundry list of problems in the gloomy, stale heat of a military bunker, jenny misses a lot of things. her father. outer space. home. it had helped though, to have her friends there. they don't agree with her, for the most part. she knows that. that makes it mean more, somehow, that they still came. that they still give a shit, even though she's sure they think she's crazy. it means something.
jenny untucks herself from her dusty desk, scrubbing at her eyes before she digs around in her pockets for a cigarette. she presses one to her lips, letting it hang there as she moves out into the hallway. terry's probably asleep. and he doesn't really need to be checked on. but still. she pauses outside his door, just a moment, then knocks. ]
Hey. You sleeping, or what?