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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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... Yeah.
[ Breathing a long sigh, she glances over to study his face, before again dropping her gaze and... slowly taking his free hand. Hopefully, the sentiment there is clear enough without her having to say it aloud. ]
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You want to stay here for a while?
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[ She keeps her eyes down, touches her cheek again before reaching out to distractedly brush sand off his shirt too. It just figures it's a day where the stuff seems to get everywhere, huh? ]
Should probably start back before I get tired of it...
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You're the boss.
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Of course she is.She just barely manages to drag up a little bit of a smile from the depths of who knows where before shifting up onto her feet and standing, pulling him along with her. Not that champion squatsmaster man needs the help in any way, but whatever...
Chances are, she's still going to be quiet for a while yet, though. ]