Julie Grigio (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
misscabernet) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thecapitol2013-05-27 12:50 am
misscabernet) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-27 12:50 am
Entry tags:
[open!]
Who: Julie Grigio and OPEN
What; Getting used to being around myriads of people and generally reacting to a normal life in general. What is normalcy???
Where: The training center, wandering around, WHEREVER U WANT HER.
When; Post-Arena
Warnings/Notes: idk cursing I guess
Julie was thinking how weird it was -- only in retrospect, of course -- that the first time she'd been back in a, moving city after, oh, ten years, she'd needed to take it in alone. It was overwhelming, all of it: people moving without watching their backs, dressed in flashy, overwrought clothes that they hadn't scavenged from shredded corpse two towns back. There were wigs and bright gleaming gems and restaurants that sold food without rot and maggots and, Christ, she could get anything she fucking wanted if only she could figure out what that was.
She still wasn't sure. All of that wishing for what not only she'd lost, but humanity itself -- maybe it was just something simple. Fireworks and making out with Perry under a full moon, veins warm with beer. Then they could go see some stupid action movie where things exploded but not into sparks of color, and there was always a sweeping soundtrack, music that wasn't guarded jealously because it was so hard to find.
Going out and taking it all in was too much. She'd heard about it: culture shock. Had to figure this was something like it. So after that fiasco (where her heart had pounded and she'd felt a little sick from the lights and the natural heat of too many humans in too small a space), she stayed inside. Quieter there. And training, no matter how fucked it seemed, was normal. Keep up the accuracy, always be on your toes. No rest. Don't stop looking behind you.
God, if she could thank dad for all his shitty new-world colloquialisms that stuck in her head.
She was getting more adventurous. Wow, small goddamn victories. Still, she kept thinking... it wouldn't be too far off, getting thrown back in there. Getting to try her hand again at surviving or killing.
She could use the vacation. Besides, she wasn't up for admitting she might've been a little too fascinated with the center's elevator. What? Like she'd ever seen one of those working before. Not that she could remember. There was definitely a childish glee in watching the buttons light up, riding the box from one bumpy floor to another.]
What; Getting used to being around myriads of people and generally reacting to a normal life in general. What is normalcy???
Where: The training center, wandering around, WHEREVER U WANT HER.
When; Post-Arena
Warnings/Notes: idk cursing I guess
Julie was thinking how weird it was -- only in retrospect, of course -- that the first time she'd been back in a, moving city after, oh, ten years, she'd needed to take it in alone. It was overwhelming, all of it: people moving without watching their backs, dressed in flashy, overwrought clothes that they hadn't scavenged from shredded corpse two towns back. There were wigs and bright gleaming gems and restaurants that sold food without rot and maggots and, Christ, she could get anything she fucking wanted if only she could figure out what that was.
She still wasn't sure. All of that wishing for what not only she'd lost, but humanity itself -- maybe it was just something simple. Fireworks and making out with Perry under a full moon, veins warm with beer. Then they could go see some stupid action movie where things exploded but not into sparks of color, and there was always a sweeping soundtrack, music that wasn't guarded jealously because it was so hard to find.
Going out and taking it all in was too much. She'd heard about it: culture shock. Had to figure this was something like it. So after that fiasco (where her heart had pounded and she'd felt a little sick from the lights and the natural heat of too many humans in too small a space), she stayed inside. Quieter there. And training, no matter how fucked it seemed, was normal. Keep up the accuracy, always be on your toes. No rest. Don't stop looking behind you.
God, if she could thank dad for all his shitty new-world colloquialisms that stuck in her head.
She was getting more adventurous. Wow, small goddamn victories. Still, she kept thinking... it wouldn't be too far off, getting thrown back in there. Getting to try her hand again at surviving or killing.
She could use the vacation. Besides, she wasn't up for admitting she might've been a little too fascinated with the center's elevator. What? Like she'd ever seen one of those working before. Not that she could remember. There was definitely a childish glee in watching the buttons light up, riding the box from one bumpy floor to another.]
no subject
"Yeah. I was lucky." She shrugged. Probably shouldn't be sharing secrets here, nice enough girl or not. And she wasn't mentioning R to, oh, anyone. Some people were out for his blood. She wasn't gonna give them a way to find him.
Fucking lance guy.
"Did that happen to you? 'Cause it was seriously fucking unfair."