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One of these days...
Jun. 17th, 2006 06:29 pmShe'll figure it out.
She has to have hope that one day she'll be able to cope with it all and that she'll earn some sort of control. If not... well. That is something better off not being thought about.
Still, for the first time in a long time, she can feel some of that fire, taht love of life that seemed to have abandonded her for so long. Trying to put her head in order has been hard and tehre is only more difficult times ahead since she's just at the begining but it feels better now than it did.
Maybe she can get someone to work with her - inside her head, that is. Talking to the people there is always risky, though. If she does it, it won't be under anything other than circumstances where someone can shut her down.
Slipping her headphones on, starting the music, she grins as the random player selects a song that feels appropriate as she looks around her room. The slinky sounds of a Fiaona Apple song make her chuckle as her eyes slide across the top of her dressed. A charred Queen of hearts propped up against the mirror, not far from a sketch book. She runs her hand across the wood of the dresser before she reaches into the top drawer and pulls out a pair of supple leather gloves.
Heaven help me for the way I am.
Save me from these evil deeds, before I get them done.
I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand.
But I keep livin' this day like the next will never come.
Slipping out the door of her room, she starts to head down to the garage. her car needs some work - or at least there is some work that can be done on her car. Maybe pulling things apart and putting them back together there will help her focus on her thoughts.
She needs to figure out who to take with her to the museum like the Professor suggested. Someone who can help if they're attacked. Someone who won't mind being without their powers for the afternoon. Someone who doesn't mind being with the kids, either. As she's thinking about it, she reaches back and twists her hair up to keep it out of the way.
As she gets to the garage the song changes and she starts to sing along. Not obnoxiously, or very loud at all, because she knows her voice isn't all that great. She can carry a tune but she'd never make money with it.
At some point... she'll figure it all out.
She has to have hope that one day she'll be able to cope with it all and that she'll earn some sort of control. If not... well. That is something better off not being thought about.
Still, for the first time in a long time, she can feel some of that fire, taht love of life that seemed to have abandonded her for so long. Trying to put her head in order has been hard and tehre is only more difficult times ahead since she's just at the begining but it feels better now than it did.
Maybe she can get someone to work with her - inside her head, that is. Talking to the people there is always risky, though. If she does it, it won't be under anything other than circumstances where someone can shut her down.
Slipping her headphones on, starting the music, she grins as the random player selects a song that feels appropriate as she looks around her room. The slinky sounds of a Fiaona Apple song make her chuckle as her eyes slide across the top of her dressed. A charred Queen of hearts propped up against the mirror, not far from a sketch book. She runs her hand across the wood of the dresser before she reaches into the top drawer and pulls out a pair of supple leather gloves.
Heaven help me for the way I am.
Save me from these evil deeds, before I get them done.
I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand.
But I keep livin' this day like the next will never come.
Slipping out the door of her room, she starts to head down to the garage. her car needs some work - or at least there is some work that can be done on her car. Maybe pulling things apart and putting them back together there will help her focus on her thoughts.
She needs to figure out who to take with her to the museum like the Professor suggested. Someone who can help if they're attacked. Someone who won't mind being without their powers for the afternoon. Someone who doesn't mind being with the kids, either. As she's thinking about it, she reaches back and twists her hair up to keep it out of the way.
As she gets to the garage the song changes and she starts to sing along. Not obnoxiously, or very loud at all, because she knows her voice isn't all that great. She can carry a tune but she'd never make money with it.
At some point... she'll figure it all out.
