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Peggy Carter ([personal profile] agtcarter) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-05-19 11:20 pm

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CHARACTERS: Peggy Carter and YOU
LOCATION: The Oxygen Garden
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Peggy is exploring the ship and comes across the oxygen garden.
NOTES: Basically an open post for new and old CR. Gimme it~



It wasn't her intention to go to the oxygen garden but somehow, Peggy had ended up in the area and she was fascinated by it. The room reminded her of botanical gardens she had been to when she was a young girl back home, except this was much more technologically advanced. She knew the function of the area by reading a guide but in a way, she still wanted to see it for herself. It made her think about the future; not that she would be around of course but even so. Is that what the people of the future would construct? Peggy could only speculate.

As she walked around the room, her thoughts drifted to Steve and how his arrival seemed to have change things for her. Peggy thought that he was dead and seeing him was such a shock, then a relief. Perhaps it was selfish of her to want to have him here, especially considering how dangerous the ship could be, but a part of her was glad because she got to see Steve again.

Anyone who comes across Peggy now will find her deep in thought.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-20 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't much of a surprise for Rey to find herself back at the oxygen gardens, especially now. Out of anywhere aboard this ship, there was very much a comforting presence that lingered here.

Perhaps one would call it meditating. Clearing her mind of things wasn't terribly difficult for her. Sometimes, it came as instinct: How she sits cross-legged, hands over her knees, back arched and neck craned slightly upward. Eyes closed. Mind opened.

She listens. A song plays on in her head, backwards and forwards, and existing constant.

Until there's the sound of footsteps wandering here, and she tilts her head towards the ruffling. Brows furrowed, eyes still closed...

Who is there?
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-20 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
At the voice, she looks up.

Since the jump, Rey's ongoing silence had been a ritual. She had no reason to talk to people, and people had no reason to talk to her. It was useless. Purposeless. That's what she ever is and will be.

Whether or not if she's with purpose now, or something else that's been summoned with the song stuck in her head, she finally makes an exception -- and speaks:

"Here."
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-20 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a good thing that Rey is less prone to violence when being unexpectedly approached -- a habit which she tried to control. Not always a good idea to go around attacking passengers; they were all trapped in the same situation.

"No big deal." Hearing her own voice again is strange. It's like listening to a complete stranger speak, and the sound alone is enough to rattle her for a moment.

It's my fault.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-20 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Distance is a comfortable proximity that Rey doesn't usually take for granted. Still plagued by the feeling of hands or needles or something running over the surface of her skin, being near people in general had a penchant for making things worse.

Loneliness was better. She liked being alone. But she didn't have the energy or the inexplicable discourtesy to turn someone away. Not when they talked to her like that. In some strange way, Rey easily fell prey to one's niceties, more so than she'd care to admit.

She nods slightly, though her eyes narrow, as she tries to place the name and face to some familiarity, and finding nothing.

"It's Rey."
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-20 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
If it were up to Rey, and she fell victim to her own whims, she'd have simply crawled into a hole and stuck it out on her own. Forget all of these people that were on the same boat as her.

But then a latent fact came to mind, and it turned out to be a quiet desire for approval. Or, it was something. Buried deep, Rey had no idea what it really was.

Once again, she nods. She turns up her arm, to reveal the tattoo.

001.

"Since the beginning." Considering that it isn't the first time someone had wondered about this, it must've meant that Rey was seriously failing somewhere here. And she had a feeling that she knew where.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-22 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Rey just as easily shrugs, like it's nothing. It was difficult to care about her situation when she didn't feel like she was leaving much behind. There were people here who tried so badly to make it home, but Rey didn't know where she would end up. Dead or alive, it gave her no reason to care.

"When I woke up, I didn't even know my own name for several days. I walked around, thinking that maybe someone could recognize me and tell me. No one ever did. I had to remember."
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-25 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"No. I'm alone. I've been alone." Even when in the company of others, she still feels so faraway from people. Disconnected. She can't bring herself to pull close to someone, even to those who try. Like Ariadne, who definitely comes immediately to mind when Rey thinks about such things.

She's wondered what it must be like, to feel that sense of closeness to someone. It isn't that she doesn't have a desire to, but it almost feels like it's never been something worth pursuing. At one time, she mistook it for disinterest, but now it's become something else -- something buried in the song that reruns inside her head, sings in her sleep.

Then, it wakes her from that dream -- and she's alone all together again.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-26 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
She nods, and scratches the back of her head. The apology seems counterproductive, but even then, Rey doubts she's deserving of it.

"I know it is."

But I am not good people.

At least, that would have been the straightforward thing to say. Nice, succinct, and straight to the point. Surprisingly, though, even Rey has enough tact to not just blurt stuff like that to people she'd just met.

People don't need to know the things that go on in her head when they aren't aware...
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-28 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Where is she from.

The question was met with a long, expressionless stare at first. It didn't change much, but wavered slightly more just before words came out:

"Underground." At least, that was the closest semblance to the truth that Rey had to offer. "Can't be more specific than that."

Because, really, the details were pretty fuzzy.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-29 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugged. "I don't know where it's located, exactly. I remember being stationed in Russia, once. And Nevada. But I'm not from those places."

Rey paused. She'd never really shared much information to people before. Suppose the fact that she used to not have an answer for any of them had a lot to do with it. But it was different now. For someone still fumbling in the dark, there were little bits and pieces left for her to pick up.

It was different.

"London." She stopped to think. "Don't think I've ever been there, but I've heard of it."
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-30 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey shrugged. "Sort of."

She didn't know what it was, in truth. Her orders were clear and cut, and resembled a military fa├žade on the surface. But the wars she fought were more like slaughters...

"Ah." Her brows knit as she digs for thought. "I remember lots of places were being bombed back then..."

She isn't sure if what she remembers matches up with what Peggy remembers. For all Rey knows, they're not even from the same version of their worlds.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-02 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
That piqued Rey's curiosity somewhat. "Which branch?"

There was only so much that Rey could tell. Not because she didn't want to, though the notion of sharing too much information with a stranger (even if the stranger had the name -- Peggy) didn't seem prudent, either. She was still piecing together bits of a puzzle, so to speak. The events were there, but the timelines were displaced.

A shattered chain.

"It wasn't really my world." Rey blurted, then paused, then decided to amend herself: "I was an outsider. I was called when something needed to get done, and no one else could do it. Mostly solo missions. I don't get to see people that much. What I do know about the world... It's been killing slowly itself for a very long time. Just people fighting one war after another. Last I heard, they called it the Long Winter."

Rey stopped. Realization.

Funny.

"I've never told anyone this before." Because she couldn't.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-12 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"It usually is." Though Rey's memory of it all blew past like a blurred dream, she did not recall ever even having the opportunity to divulge in any information regarding her past. She also did not express much desire to do so.

Most people she knew would have rather slit her throat while she slept.

The more she thought about it, Rey began to change stance. She was not relaxed, legs crossed, but wound up folding her knees to her chest. Her arms rested over her knees, and her chin over her arms. Her green eyes fell on Peggy and beyond Peggy, listening, but at the same time hearing her own strange words that somehow sounded like it belonged to someone else.

"I believe the only reason it was difficult, for a time, is because it got buried in my head for a reason. When it was dragged out, I got stuck for awhile, unable to communicate. It was like being trapped in a box again."

Again being the key word here. She thought about the casket she woke up in, and the song, and the device that somehow ended up in her locker...

One thing after another...

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