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paradisa2012-10-01 10:45 pm
mal_addict) wrote in paradisa2012-10-01 10:45 pm
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Fifty Sixth Sip
[Maladict likes to tell herself that she isn't prone to making friends. And by and large, that's very true. She naturally keeps people at arms length. Even amongst her regimental sisters, there are only two or three she'd be willing to call her friends.
But sometimes, people worm their way close to her. Just enough that when they eventually go, she misses their presence. That's happened more than once this month, and Maladict has found a rather disturbing absence in her life because of it. There was a touch of fear settling in, too. After all, it could send anyone home at any time, and it deeply concerned her to learn that neither she wanted to leave, nor did she want certain people to be sent home.
And so, she's headed out to the firing range, where she usually goes to try and get rid of stupid emotional feelings like that. She takes a few shots at the moving targets with her Horsebow, her journal open to catch the KA-THUNK as the bolts hit home. Eventually, she decides to speak, almost as if she's started half this conversation in her head already]
You know, that's one of the really annoying things about this place. You think you're comfortable. That you know what's what and you can deal with it. And then it just pulls the rug out from under you, and you're left struggling to catch your footing again.
It's times like that I can see the appeal of just picking up sticks and moving out to the dead zone. Lack of powers be damned. [There's another solid KA-THUNK]
You know what, forget it. Let's play a game. You people like inane games don't you? Name your favourite vegetable or colour or whatever. Or tell me if you find cats or dogs more enjoyable, or at least one less offensive than the other. Something.
But sometimes, people worm their way close to her. Just enough that when they eventually go, she misses their presence. That's happened more than once this month, and Maladict has found a rather disturbing absence in her life because of it. There was a touch of fear settling in, too. After all, it could send anyone home at any time, and it deeply concerned her to learn that neither she wanted to leave, nor did she want certain people to be sent home.
And so, she's headed out to the firing range, where she usually goes to try and get rid of stupid emotional feelings like that. She takes a few shots at the moving targets with her Horsebow, her journal open to catch the KA-THUNK as the bolts hit home. Eventually, she decides to speak, almost as if she's started half this conversation in her head already]
You know, that's one of the really annoying things about this place. You think you're comfortable. That you know what's what and you can deal with it. And then it just pulls the rug out from under you, and you're left struggling to catch your footing again.
It's times like that I can see the appeal of just picking up sticks and moving out to the dead zone. Lack of powers be damned. [There's another solid KA-THUNK]
You know what, forget it. Let's play a game. You people like inane games don't you? Name your favourite vegetable or colour or whatever. Or tell me if you find cats or dogs more enjoyable, or at least one less offensive than the other. Something.