Still in Los Angeles
Aug. 30th, 2005 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
h_hollisterStaring 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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