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thecapitol2014-04-22 11:16 am
earthborn) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-22 11:16 am
On Any Other Day
Who| Shepard And Her Adoring Fans
What| The Customer Complaints Desk Is [OPEN]
Where| A lovely little park outside a lovely little café on a quiet day when the sun is shining, just after a certain network post
When| The morning after Shepard's Exposé goes live.
Warnings/Notes| Talk of murder, genocide, cussing, and political discourse. God help us all.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, she's got a rail-thin barrista with a shock of violet-pink hair, and he keeps bringing her coffee from all the way across the street. On any other day, she'd call it perfect— he keeps sarcastically saluting her and she keeps sarcastically thanking him as 'private', and the coffee is damn good in addition to cheap and hand-delivered. On any other day.
But despite the shining weather and the convenient caffeine-drip, she's not set up here with the empty chair beside her own for the sake of simple joys.
Come at me, bro.
What| The Customer Complaints Desk Is [OPEN]
Where| A lovely little park outside a lovely little café on a quiet day when the sun is shining, just after a certain network post
When| The morning after Shepard's Exposé goes live.
Warnings/Notes| Talk of murder, genocide, cussing, and political discourse. God help us all.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, she's got a rail-thin barrista with a shock of violet-pink hair, and he keeps bringing her coffee from all the way across the street. On any other day, she'd call it perfect— he keeps sarcastically saluting her and she keeps sarcastically thanking him as 'private', and the coffee is damn good in addition to cheap and hand-delivered. On any other day.
But despite the shining weather and the convenient caffeine-drip, she's not set up here with the empty chair beside her own for the sake of simple joys.
Come at me, bro.
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"We gotta do what we gotta do right?" She thought out loud. It wasn't a matter of what Sandy wanted, or even so much what she needed. It was what would be required for her to keep going.
"I've been ripped apart, dragged around a mangled leg for a month, eaten three times, and blown up. I even had some kind of monster burst out of my chest. If I can handle some hurt feelings after all of that maybe I'm doing it wrong."
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"Good point," What a good kid. She'd go far if nothing really killed her, "And after all that, you deserve a free drink, at least. Hot cocoa, on me?"
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"Thank you Shepard." She stood up to follow the woman inside and then a funny thought crossed her mind. She stiffed her posture a little the way she'd seen people do in the video and saluted the woman.
"Ma'am." She added sheepishly.