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lorentzian) wrote2012-10-02 04:50 pm
lorentzian) wrote2012-10-02 04:50 pm
02 ✴ action/written
[ The morning of the second dawns cool and bright, and Jane wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Just how long was this mess going to go on? Despite sleeping a solid ten hours the night before, she wakes up feeling exhausted, and she is absolutely not looking forward to her day.
... well. Seeing Loki might be nice.
Of course, she quickly discovers that it is likely not to be. For the first time, as she heads out into the village, she isn't seeing people with their name tags. An hour spent people watching in the square tells her what she's already begun to suspect:
It's over. Everything is back to normal.
So, really, she doesn't know why she goes to Seventh Heaven. Loki won't be there. She knows it like she knows her own heart is beating, and she still goes. She isn't really sure why. Some misguided hope, perhaps. Maybe an act of mental self-flagellation, punishment for ever having bothered in the first place.
She spends a while there, sitting at the table they'd met at nearly every day of the experiment. She gets a coffee, sits there, stares into space, and eventually, quietly, wonders aloud just how stupid she is. ]
[ With her aching heart too much of a distraction for her to try and face anyone or anything else, Jane does something rather out of character and retreats to the bar. She's not the only person moping around Good Spirits, but she does her best to find the darkest and least occupied corner possible and curls up there in a chair, miserable beyond words.
She developed feelings for Loki. She knows; she feels it, and the knowledge presses painfully behind her eyes. But the man she came to care for doesn't really exist. He's a monster now, again, a twisted caricature of the kind, thoughtful, brilliant, and ultimately unhappy man she'd spent days talking to.
God, it hurts. She's felt so damn lonely these past few days and facing reality makes it all hurt even worse.
Please come bother the unhappy woman in the bar; she could use some company.
Whether she gets it or not, later in the evening she'll finally try reaching out, though she questions the wisdom of it even as she scrawls the words. ]
( Pepper Potts and Susan Richards | Locked 100% )
I know both of you probably haven't been having an easy few days yourselves, but I could really use someone to talk to. Someone that isn't male. Or teenage. Or both.
... well. Seeing Loki might be nice.
Of course, she quickly discovers that it is likely not to be. For the first time, as she heads out into the village, she isn't seeing people with their name tags. An hour spent people watching in the square tells her what she's already begun to suspect:
It's over. Everything is back to normal.
So, really, she doesn't know why she goes to Seventh Heaven. Loki won't be there. She knows it like she knows her own heart is beating, and she still goes. She isn't really sure why. Some misguided hope, perhaps. Maybe an act of mental self-flagellation, punishment for ever having bothered in the first place.
She spends a while there, sitting at the table they'd met at nearly every day of the experiment. She gets a coffee, sits there, stares into space, and eventually, quietly, wonders aloud just how stupid she is. ]
[ With her aching heart too much of a distraction for her to try and face anyone or anything else, Jane does something rather out of character and retreats to the bar. She's not the only person moping around Good Spirits, but she does her best to find the darkest and least occupied corner possible and curls up there in a chair, miserable beyond words.
She developed feelings for Loki. She knows; she feels it, and the knowledge presses painfully behind her eyes. But the man she came to care for doesn't really exist. He's a monster now, again, a twisted caricature of the kind, thoughtful, brilliant, and ultimately unhappy man she'd spent days talking to.
God, it hurts. She's felt so damn lonely these past few days and facing reality makes it all hurt even worse.
Please come bother the unhappy woman in the bar; she could use some company.
Whether she gets it or not, later in the evening she'll finally try reaching out, though she questions the wisdom of it even as she scrawls the words. ]
( Pepper Potts and Susan Richards | Locked 100% )
I know both of you probably haven't been having an easy few days yourselves, but I could really use someone to talk to. Someone that isn't male. Or teenage. Or both.