Hippolyta Hollister (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
h_hollister) wrote2005-08-30 05:43 pm
h_hollister) wrote2005-08-30 05:43 pm
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Still in Los Angeles
Staring out at the ocean at sunset on the end of the Santa Monica pier was supposed to be romantic, right?
Well, it was if you were actually there with somebody.
Alone, she watched the ferris wheel, the midway games, the roller coaster, light up with neon and tiny blinking bulbs. It all smelled of the ocean and hot dogs and tar and Los Angeles. Leaning back against the pier's railing, watching the fishermen pack up their gear for the day, watching the homeless unpack theirs for the night.
People watching. She loved people watching. After two years of being one of only six people left alive anywhere in the universe, having strangers around her again was something of a giddy relief.
Her time spent in the Nexus was starting to seem unreal. A world apart from this little ball of dumb she'd ensconced herself in.
Normal. Things were normal. Her life was normal. She'd been craving normal.
So why did it all suck so bad? Oh, right, she acted like a complete twat and pushed all her friends away.
She could hear Key now. "GIRL YOU ARE ACTING SO EMO KNOCK IT OFF OR I'LL SLAP YOU GOOD." Heh. Sorry, Key. Beds to be laid in, here. Since I made it this way, you know.
She decided on a whim to peek into the Nexus, see if there was anything interesting going on. Hide in the shadows, stay on the down low, keep herself to herself, yadda yadda yadda.
Walking down under the pier, she made a quick glance about for anybody, felt no eyes on her, and PINpointed into the Nexus.
Nothing really all that world shattering la la l...
Oh.
Oh.
Smeg.
She didn't even bother to stick around to reply. She PINpointed outta there right quick. Back to LA. Back to her ball of suck.
She remembered her time in Better Than Life, staring out at the Pacific again. How he'd come in after her. How he'd grabbed her out of the 'ocean' when that damn Game overwrote her consciousness and demanded that she go surfing.
He didn't believe her. And he never would. Beauty.
She made her way back to the Motel 6, wondering if Thunder would even be around. Funny. It seemed like they'd been avoiding each other. He was probably just as confused and as hurt as she was by all of this.
Bugger. Bloody smegging buggery buggery fuck.
That letter better arrive soon...
Well, it was if you were actually there with somebody.
Alone, she watched the ferris wheel, the midway games, the roller coaster, light up with neon and tiny blinking bulbs. It all smelled of the ocean and hot dogs and tar and Los Angeles. Leaning back against the pier's railing, watching the fishermen pack up their gear for the day, watching the homeless unpack theirs for the night.
People watching. She loved people watching. After two years of being one of only six people left alive anywhere in the universe, having strangers around her again was something of a giddy relief.
Her time spent in the Nexus was starting to seem unreal. A world apart from this little ball of dumb she'd ensconced herself in.
Normal. Things were normal. Her life was normal. She'd been craving normal.
So why did it all suck so bad? Oh, right, she acted like a complete twat and pushed all her friends away.
She could hear Key now. "GIRL YOU ARE ACTING SO EMO KNOCK IT OFF OR I'LL SLAP YOU GOOD." Heh. Sorry, Key. Beds to be laid in, here. Since I made it this way, you know.
She decided on a whim to peek into the Nexus, see if there was anything interesting going on. Hide in the shadows, stay on the down low, keep herself to herself, yadda yadda yadda.
Walking down under the pier, she made a quick glance about for anybody, felt no eyes on her, and PINpointed into the Nexus.
Nothing really all that world shattering la la l...
Oh.
Oh.
Smeg.
She didn't even bother to stick around to reply. She PINpointed outta there right quick. Back to LA. Back to her ball of suck.
She remembered her time in Better Than Life, staring out at the Pacific again. How he'd come in after her. How he'd grabbed her out of the 'ocean' when that damn Game overwrote her consciousness and demanded that she go surfing.
He didn't believe her. And he never would. Beauty.
She made her way back to the Motel 6, wondering if Thunder would even be around. Funny. It seemed like they'd been avoiding each other. He was probably just as confused and as hurt as she was by all of this.
Bugger. Bloody smegging buggery buggery fuck.
That letter better arrive soon...
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"Because the whole of human civilization has been set up that way from pretty much day one, Tee. There's thousands years worth of reasons as to why, but since I'm a retard, I can't explain them to you clearly without writing a smegging thesis paper. We'll start digging up books on philosophy, history, psychology, whatnot at the library soon. Because that's really the only way you're gonna get a satisfactory answer on that.
"That's really the only way EITHER of us will, now that I think about it..."
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"And I've been fighting and maiming and killing for about eight million years, and I can realize a point to try and change useless habits based on tradition."
Then... he sighs, and lets out the tension.
"I'm... sorry to be combative. I'm going to run down to the 7-11. Do you need anything?"
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"Y-yeah. A diet cherry Pepsi, please."
She stands up and crosses to him, putting her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry, Tee. You're not being combative. I'm being dumb and unclear. I wish I could give you better reasons... Heh. You should read Stranger in a Strange Land, you'd probably like it."
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"The title alone seems to fit me."
He leans down, taking her face in his hands, and kisses her with a perhaps surprising depth.
Then, in a whisper...
"I wouldn't dream of denying you the experience of love, no matter where you may find it. It's too rare, too intense... too precious an experience to be denied to another worthy being."
A small smile, and a kiss upon her nose.
"One diet cherry Pepsi, coming up."
With that, he pulls away from her, his finger trailing along her chin for a moment, his smile still there, wider than it usually is, while his eyes remain with hers until he has to turn away to head out the door.
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As the door closes behind him, she falls back on the bed, a big, dumb grin on her face.
"Okay," she finally answers, to the empty room.
Oh, wow...