|Hannah's life is unkind (nepenthe) wrote in repose,|
@ 2019-03-08 21:16:00
|Entry tags:||*log, hannah smith, jeremiah march|
[Jester's Court: Hannah & Jeremiah]
Who: Hannah & Jeremiah
What: A visit to an abandoned amusement park
Where: Jester's Court
The skeleton was a long-slumbering copy of another park that had been demolished. The Jester's Court, however, wasn't demolished, and it slumbered in decaying beauty on the far side of the Capital.
Hannah had heard stories and stories, mostly about the park coming to life after dark, and she'd always wanted to see it. Tonight, she kind of felt like doing something scary, something dangerous, something that wasn't just smiling and being agreeable. She was programmed to be likable, to go along with things, to make people happy, but that all didn't come as easily as it had once. Now, now she wanted to question, to fight, to pull herself up and draw her shoulders straight. She wanted to be something more than what was required of her. She wanted to belong to herself, to not be the property of any person or organization.
She wanted to not worry she could be turned off with just the flip of a switch. She wanted to be someone and not something, and she wanted to never, ever be reprogrammed.
She couldn't have the things she wanted, not really, but she could wander and explore, and, like she'd told Jeremiah, she could allow herself the leniency of living in the moment. So, tonight, now, moon high in a cloudless sky, she waited outside the entrance of the quiet park. It was chilly, but not bitingly so, and she was ready to explore. Hannah seldom wore pants, but she'd figured tonight she should make an exception, so, dressed comfortably, hair pulled into a swinging ponytail of copper and gleam, she waited. Tap, tap, tap went the tip of one pristine white sneaker on the ground. Tap, tap, tap.