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ataraxionlogs2013-05-02 04:26 am
cons) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-05-02 04:26 am
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i've finally found it, a place where i am wanted ( closed )
CHARACTERS: Wichita and Stiles ( now with bonus Damon Salvatore and Edgeworth threads! a few days after. )
LOCATION: space babylon. home sweet home!!
WARNINGS: drinking? language? typical wichita warnings, sure.
SUMMARY: Wichita's freeeeeee from the medbay, so naturally she runs straight to the bar, and tells Stiles to meet her. because something's up and she can't figure out what and so, naturally, she's asking one of her few teenager friends here for some help on the matter.
[ call it dramatic ( it is ) or crazy ( definitely is ), but when Wichita steps back into the bar for the first time in a month, she feels like she's finally back where she's supposed to be. it feels good here. like she hadn't really found her way back until that very moment. this feels familiar, safe, normal. normal. ..not completely normal, seeing as she's got a lot of shit on her mind, but it's better than how she's spent the last few weeks, which is exactly what she needs. her hands are stuffed in the pockets of her jacket, eyes hidden behind dark bangs, as usual, but at least there's a small grin on her face too. it's probably a dumb idea to jump back into things this quick when something was very obviously wrong with her still, but she won't admit it. nah, she's alright.
sure.
so she's not so quick to stir up conversation with the people already in there this time, instead she's actually ( quite literally ) keeping her head down, only looking up every so often when someone finds her at the bar and asks for a drink. she's keeping her conversations short, direct, to the point. no stories about stuff that may or may not have actually happened to her, no goofing around with the people she sees more often than not here. nope, none of that. she's just mixing drinks and waiting for Stiles to get there. safest bet.
because she's sure people might have questions about where she's been, what she saw, who she talked to- hell, she even has a few of her own. but she can't handle it now, not yet. so she'll play the silent-and-brooding card, for now, just to avoid any of that. maybe if she plays this off right, she can avoid talking about it altogether. maybe.
meanwhile, she's just going to sit back behind the bar, kind of hidden from view because she doesn't want people to approach her, with a bottle of Captain Jack's finest propped between her knees. drinking out of the bottle is healthy, right? don't you judge.]
LOCATION: space babylon. home sweet home!!
WARNINGS: drinking? language? typical wichita warnings, sure.
SUMMARY: Wichita's freeeeeee from the medbay, so naturally she runs straight to the bar, and tells Stiles to meet her. because something's up and she can't figure out what and so, naturally, she's asking one of her few teenager friends here for some help on the matter.
[ call it dramatic ( it is ) or crazy ( definitely is ), but when Wichita steps back into the bar for the first time in a month, she feels like she's finally back where she's supposed to be. it feels good here. like she hadn't really found her way back until that very moment. this feels familiar, safe, normal. normal. ..not completely normal, seeing as she's got a lot of shit on her mind, but it's better than how she's spent the last few weeks, which is exactly what she needs. her hands are stuffed in the pockets of her jacket, eyes hidden behind dark bangs, as usual, but at least there's a small grin on her face too. it's probably a dumb idea to jump back into things this quick when something was very obviously wrong with her still, but she won't admit it. nah, she's alright.
sure.
so she's not so quick to stir up conversation with the people already in there this time, instead she's actually ( quite literally ) keeping her head down, only looking up every so often when someone finds her at the bar and asks for a drink. she's keeping her conversations short, direct, to the point. no stories about stuff that may or may not have actually happened to her, no goofing around with the people she sees more often than not here. nope, none of that. she's just mixing drinks and waiting for Stiles to get there. safest bet.
because she's sure people might have questions about where she's been, what she saw, who she talked to- hell, she even has a few of her own. but she can't handle it now, not yet. so she'll play the silent-and-brooding card, for now, just to avoid any of that. maybe if she plays this off right, she can avoid talking about it altogether. maybe.
meanwhile, she's just going to sit back behind the bar, kind of hidden from view because she doesn't want people to approach her, with a bottle of Captain Jack's finest propped between her knees. drinking out of the bottle is healthy, right? don't you judge.]