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pain_train) wrote2014-10-22 09:12 pm
pain_train) wrote2014-10-22 09:12 pm
SANCTUM INBOX
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To purchase tickets on the Pain Train, pull some more of your stupid-ass shit.
For a list of stations serviced by the Pain Train, press 2.
To leave a message for the conductor of the Pain Train, press 3.
To purchase tickets on the Pain Train, pull some more of your stupid-ass shit.
Day 152 | Morning | Action
It's important.
Wrath also thinks about the hazy, disorienting thing that happened earlier. Her fingers tighten around North's, rather unconsciously. "I think I'd fight harder for Whiskey, or for you. But if that's true..."
She can't quite get the connection there in her mind straight. She remembers waking up on the hospital, not quite so badly injured, several months ago. And everything was easy as gliding, like floating through a world that couldn't touch her. But it was also like being numb. She hadn't painted anything.
Maybe that's why she's clinging so fiercely to North now.
"If I still could do my job," because it's about the job, the job, that is all she is and all she needs to be, "and do it well even if I had more friends than Whiskey, do you think... maybe I'm not noncompliant?"
Day 152 | Morning | Action
Day 152 | Morning | Action
They put out fires. Her own words. But trying to find the one frayed thread of memory she'd found to say that is an impossible task. It had seemed so important at the time.
She squeezes his hand. "I want to keep feeling this way. Maybe I should have tried to have more friends before now, huh?"
Always too busy, right?
Day 152 | Morning | Action
"Yeah, maybe," he says. "But you can't go around regretting what's already happened. You can just look forward and see what kind of difference you can make in the future. You know what I mean?"
Day 152 | Morning | Action
She gives him a wry smile that shows a measure of bitterness she keeps well suppressed. "Probably helps that I can't actually remember anything I could regret, huh?"
Because she's not stupid. It's not easy to sort out her thoughts at times, but it would take a moron to not know that there's something seriously wrong with completely losing the first sixteen years of your life. Just... Before very recently, she hasn't cared, and now she did.
"Yeah." She nods. "That's how you do it, right?" And her smile comes back to something sunny again. "I'll do some good work with you. Get you and Whiskey up to speed and then we'll go with whatever wacky ass plan the boss has and make it sing."
Day 152 | Morning | Action
Then he squeezes her hand. "We'll do awesome work together. It'll be incredible."
Night 152; text
(ps found out y i still have hair. whiskey washed my hair! but pretend u dont no he was super embarrassed.
Night 152; text
I'm glad he was willing to pay attention to that, I know he's pretty busy.
Night 152; text
zen hugs til u sleep!
Night 152; text
[ North falls asleep shortly after, smiling to himself. ]