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thisavrou_log2016-05-03 10:20 pm
gentlemenpreferblondes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-05-03 10:20 pm
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looks like a girl but she's a flame
Who: J and the people of Moira!
When: 5/2 - 5/8
Where: Mostly J's room at Mero Deck.
What: Catch all for J's post resurge + cryo-time!
Warnings: Talk/mentions of character death, violence, depressive behaviour
OPEN - 5/3 - 5/8
The following days were covered in a thick, dreamlike yet numbing haze. Days were either agonisingly long and slow or then confusingly short and quick, either way it was difficult to take a grasp of them as the daytime and night melted into together. J spent most of the time in bed, swaying between the state of sleep and awake. There's moments when she gets up, sits in front of her make up table and starts to prepare her face but never gets too far before giving up and moving back to the bed.
Leaving the room became more seldom for her as the days went by and soon the only time she actually could force herself to go out was when she couldn't ignore the hunger any longer. It wasn't exactly the fear that made her stay inside the four walls (even though it definitely lingered in the air each time she opens the door) but rather suffocating feeling of frustration. She's frustrated and angry with herself for feeling so helpless and lost, for not being able to break through the mute spell the same way she had done many years ago.
Of course, her current situation is nothing like the one she had back in the orphanage and there's no need for her to isolate herself like this. It's not like she had completely lost her ability to communicate, after all she still could write and send messages with her MID. On top of that, there's two jobs waiting for her to return and she actually did feel little bad for leaving Miles to deal with bar all by himself. But still, none of that was enough to silence the voice in her mind that's constantly telling her not to bother.
(will match either to prose or action tags!)
When: 5/2 - 5/8
Where: Mostly J's room at Mero Deck.
What: Catch all for J's post resurge + cryo-time!
Warnings: Talk/mentions of character death, violence, depressive behaviour
OPEN - 5/3 - 5/8
The following days were covered in a thick, dreamlike yet numbing haze. Days were either agonisingly long and slow or then confusingly short and quick, either way it was difficult to take a grasp of them as the daytime and night melted into together. J spent most of the time in bed, swaying between the state of sleep and awake. There's moments when she gets up, sits in front of her make up table and starts to prepare her face but never gets too far before giving up and moving back to the bed.
Leaving the room became more seldom for her as the days went by and soon the only time she actually could force herself to go out was when she couldn't ignore the hunger any longer. It wasn't exactly the fear that made her stay inside the four walls (even though it definitely lingered in the air each time she opens the door) but rather suffocating feeling of frustration. She's frustrated and angry with herself for feeling so helpless and lost, for not being able to break through the mute spell the same way she had done many years ago.
Of course, her current situation is nothing like the one she had back in the orphanage and there's no need for her to isolate herself like this. It's not like she had completely lost her ability to communicate, after all she still could write and send messages with her MID. On top of that, there's two jobs waiting for her to return and she actually did feel little bad for leaving Miles to deal with bar all by himself. But still, none of that was enough to silence the voice in her mind that's constantly telling her not to bother.
(will match either to prose or action tags!)
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Alice taps at the door around midday, hesitates a moment (listening) before quietly spelling the lock. It slides open before her, but she still lingers in the doorway, eyes drifting to find J, head tipping to the side.
"Sorry for the door. I wasn't sure if —" You could walk yet. "I mean, I'm not going to come in unless it's okay."
There's something under her arm, a small, wrapped bundle. The paper looks like it was torn out of a notebook, stippled with small pink lines and flowers. A long, sparkly bottle pokes out of her jacket pocket, clearly filched from the bar.
"But I brought something for you."
She's trying not to show the trepidation she feels. It's not what needs focus now. But her voice is still breathy, uncertain.
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Although all reminiscences of panic fades away immediately and is replaced by the confusion when J sees who's standing in her doorway. She somewhat remembers Alice as the woman whose mouth seemed to run faster than her brain, the first person who came to get a haircut from her. She also remembers how Alice had looked simply awful to her eyes with her messy and chipped hair. Funny how their roles were reserved now, as J's own hair is simply out of control, her golden curls tangled into a mess, her skin pale that it only highlands the dark bags under her eyes.
Now, what in the Earth brings her here?
Her eyes are focused to under her arm as she examines the colorful paper, arching her eyebrow up a little, before moving back to up meet hers. A long and deep sigh escapes from between her lips and the tension from her shoulders eases, making her relax a bit more. She doesn't exactly invite her inside but doesn't really look like she's going to chase her away either.