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thestormishere) wrote2012-03-30 12:18 am
thestormishere) wrote2012-03-30 12:18 am
☈ strike # 20 (action / voice)
[ Lightning's actually not much of a morning person. Military girl or not, on most days it's usually the sun that beats her up- especially once the daylight hours start lengthening a little, and she has no real obligations except to get an early start on going out to run or something...
This time, though... something's been bothering her all night, and sleep in general hasn't come easy at all. It's still mostly dark when she tumbles out of her room, on edge because even if she doesn't yet recognize the source something is wrong--
It doesn't take her long to figure out why, that her current family in Luceti number has abruptly dropped, four total to three instead. After all, she's been around plenty long enough to know the signs that someone has left, even if she's never experienced it firsthand.
In this case, it's an empty bedroom- the only sign that it's ever been lived in at all the color of the walls and several of the dog's things left behind.
And to say that the woman's upset is like saying water is wet, or really, that Luceti is unfair. Rather than alerting anyone else, however, there's only a distinct SLAM of the front door as the pink-haired l'Cie flees the scene, taking Baldr with her - even now she's not cruel enough to make the animal think two of his people have left him.
Whether her housemates choose to go after her immediately or discuss amongst themselves first or whatever, regardless, eventually there's brief audio message that gets thrown out to the winds of the journals, delivered in a voice that's deceptively flat. Considering the general sentiment behind such a common type of report here, however, she's probably not fooling even those who don't know her personally. ]
Hope Estheim's gone home.
[ ... Someone just try and be smart with her about the teen's name right now. She's not in the mood. ]
This time, though... something's been bothering her all night, and sleep in general hasn't come easy at all. It's still mostly dark when she tumbles out of her room, on edge because even if she doesn't yet recognize the source something is wrong--
It doesn't take her long to figure out why, that her current family in Luceti number has abruptly dropped, four total to three instead. After all, she's been around plenty long enough to know the signs that someone has left, even if she's never experienced it firsthand.
In this case, it's an empty bedroom- the only sign that it's ever been lived in at all the color of the walls and several of the dog's things left behind.
And to say that the woman's upset is like saying water is wet, or really, that Luceti is unfair. Rather than alerting anyone else, however, there's only a distinct SLAM of the front door as the pink-haired l'Cie flees the scene, taking Baldr with her - even now she's not cruel enough to make the animal think two of his people have left him.
Whether her housemates choose to go after her immediately or discuss amongst themselves first or whatever, regardless, eventually there's brief audio message that gets thrown out to the winds of the journals, delivered in a voice that's deceptively flat. Considering the general sentiment behind such a common type of report here, however, she's probably not fooling even those who don't know her personally. ]
Hope Estheim's gone home.
[ ... Someone just try and be smart with her about the teen's name right now. She's not in the mood. ]
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[ Aerith will run, then; she needs to catch up somehow. ]
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Lightning knows that the other woman coming after her probably means she already knows there's a reason she's ... leaving, but she still doesn't offer a proper response. Catch up to her all you like, flower girl, but don't be expecting much. ]
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But she is catching up, still jogging a bit to keep Lightning from pulling ahead with her long strides. ]
...Where are you going?
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She doesn't answer for several seconds and several steps, doesn't really look at Aerith save to aim a narrowed gaze at the woman from approximately the knees down. ]
Does it matter?
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[ Light might not notice the missing jacket, and there's a good chance Aerith hasn't herself. Bare feet against the ground though, that's noticeable, and a sign of just how upset Light is. Aerith folds her arms, uncomfortable and upset herself. She'd liked Hope, and knowing the hardship he was going back to... but it had to be so much worse for the other woman. ]
Light, I'm so sorry.
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Look at that, she's not wearing shoes after all. Distantly, the woman is abruptly aware that it is a little too cold to be in such a state going out barefoot, the chilled earth feeling strange beneath her feet...
But perhaps that could be a good thing too, considering she really could use the anchoring of physical sensation right now. Everything else seems grey and dim, the sounds of early morning reduced to distant echoes; the breaths she takes in seem reluctant to come back out, once the air's been caught in her chest.
Aerith is sorry? Gradually, a frown begins to form on Lightning's face. ]
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Let's go back for the shoes, alright? If you want to take off again--that's okay. [ She doesn't want to trap Light. It'd hurt, a bit, if she took off again, but sometimes that's what you needed to do. ] But you have to take care of yourself. You know you're going to see him again.
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[ Her voice is sharp, and yet she suddenly cuts off mid-word, annoyance flaring up quick and hot in her belly; her hands clench in the pockets of her jacket, though one soon gets pulled out for an averted, frustrated gesture. However, even if at first even she thinks it's directed at Aerith... it takes her a moment more to understand its true source.
Of course she doesn't want to go back- just look at her, trying to run away again. Whenever she's upset, angry, sad, confused... trying to run away is always the first thing she tries to do.
She's not entirely sure what else she's supposed to do, though. If there was a solution, she would have already found it; if there was something she could do, she would have already done it.
Baldr's head bumps into her free hand, but she doesn't really react even as he frets confused words in a whine, wagging his tail nervously as he glances between the two women. ]
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[ Welp. Aerith's just going to start slipping off her own boots, then. Even if there's a lump in her throat. ]
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[ if anyone finds her being barefoot at the flower shop odd they...probably haven't witnessed her talking to the flowers yet. SHE CERTAINLY DOES THINGS ODDER THAN THIS. ]
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[ It's preposterous enough to surprise Lightning out of her angry tongue-tied silence, at least, but still her voice is tired and her posture defensive. Rationality is not something she has much of this morning, regardless of how hard Aerith's actions are doing their best to pull it out of her. ]
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I know you're upset. But... [ Aerith flounders with words there--she's not so good at this. ] Try to think of how you'll see him again. Because you definitely will.
[ But she is pulling back a bit, assuming that Light is going to take off no matter what. ]
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The funny thing is, she's just so used to not being able to react like this, to always having some sort of obligation that requires her to swallow her emotions and press on for the sake of someone else that...
... Geez, she doesn't even know if Aerith's boots would fit her, anyway. ]
I know that.
[ And she frowns as if actually pained; the fact that she'll see Hope again eventually isn't her main deal here... ]
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[ Sob. She is not telepathic. Just Miss Positivity-Even-In-Prison-Likely-To-Be-Executed. ]
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The miserable look stays, and the woman withdraws with an averted gaze and some conspicuous silence. Can her escape go here? ]
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Despite a rush of self-consciousness for it, Lightning inclines her head, backing up a step to pivot sharply. She and the dog will ... be back before long, honest. ]