stephanie always manages to (beattheodds) wrote in repose, @ 2017-04-09 18:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, eddie nelson, stephanie miller |
quicklog: steph/eddie -- the arcade
[Seeing the name Holly R. pop up on the forum shook Stephanie to her core. It couldn't be her, right? But, Eddie wouldn't lie, and he wouldn't ever be wrong about things like this. Not when all of them had cried for days and days when they thought Holly had died. She was their kid sister, the one she, Eddie, and Cat wanted to foster and help grow and get the fuck out of her situation. They all loved her, and all of their hearts broke into pieces when she 'died.' Only, she didn't die, and here she was in Repose. Of course, she was in Repose. Didn't they all wind up here? DIdn't they all wash up on the allegorical shores of Repose to suffer in mundane and not so mundane ways? But, Holly had been alive, and none of them had known, and that striped Stephanie down. They had searched, and they had worked, and they had begged for her to be alive, and she actually was.
Yeah, Steph was shook. But Eddie? She knew he was much worse off. So while maybe she should have been working harder to figure out where the kid was or what she was doing, she wanted to make sure he was okay. She wanted to see him. So, she jumped into that beat up car of hers, still in soft clothes -- black harem pants, a pair of dirty purple converse, and a hoodie over a white tank top -- she was lounging around in, and drove the short distance from her apartment above the ice cream shoppe to the arcade. It was dusk at this point, and the sunset painted the horizon with a slew of pinks, yellows, and oranges. She stared ahead, fingers clutching the wheel, and then? She cried. Oh, did she cry. Guilt bubbled up in her throat, and bile followed behind, and it was all she could do not to vomit out of the window.
Parked in front of the arcade, she took a handful of moments to collect herself, to swallow away the crying and nausea. When she did get out of the car, she walked directly to the back to his office. She knocked, even if the door was ajar, and then peeked through the door. She adjusted her glasses.] Hi, you. [She stepped further into the room.]