Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-03-07 16:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *narrative, evangeline sablier |
Narrative: Evie S - Moving Onward!
Who: Evie S
Where: Greyhound to Queens!
When: Timeline a little fuzzy
What: Moving onward!
Warnings Nope!
Evie wasn't going to take Shane's money, she had no intention of even looking for it in the pantry for it. She had a paycheck and a half in an envelope in her backpack, one she didn't take anywhere with her and she kept tucked behind the couch at the skinny house in the mountains. When Shane had asked how long she planned on staying she hadn't known the answer, but she suspected he did so she'd waited for the answer. She had been trying not to be a bother, and she suspected she hadn't been. But she also knew she couldn't stay forever. She didn't anticipate staying forever, but she also knew she didn't want to go anywhere by herself just yet. It was hard to save money when she was trying to make sure the fridge was full and that she was replacing anything she was using. But she had tried, even after Shane had gone where ever he had run off to.
She wasn't sure she ought to leave Graham by himself. But after she'd cleaned the skinny house from top to bottom, and then again from bottom to top, and finally when she was packing Daisy's Pack-N-Play up into it's transportable form and still neither him nor Joy were anywhere to be found so she assumed everything was sorted there. At least that was what she told herself, and further to that it wasn't any of her business. She'd made a few phone calls and her choices weren't fabulous, but it was either thirty dollars a night for a motel in Jersey City, or 60 dollars a night a Motel 6 in Queens, and she could afford the second a little less than she could afford the first, but the second was in a neighborhood she knew a little better. And maybe with money coming in regularly it wouldn't be so bad.
She probably looked plenty ridiculous making her way to the bus station in Tuxedo Park, but she was feeling okay. She had a destination, and it wouldn't be so bad. She wasn't thrilled about going on the adventure alone, she was tired of being alone and messing it all up. She was tired of feeling like alone was the worst thing that could happen to her because there were way worse things to be. She was tired of watching other people with others to look after them and feeling jealous, because that she knew wasn't her. It was an emotion she hated. It made her angry, and that was an emotion she hated even more. She wanted to be happy, she wanted happiness and sunshine to rub off on Daisy not loneliness and anger. She wanted Daisy to be strong and independent like everyone once thought Evie used to be. Now the words that had been used to describe her ranged from fucking weird to passive aggressive to flighty and she didn't know what else. She was afraid to ask.
She was afraid of almost everything.
But in the warm, almost stiflingly warm, confines of the confines of the Greyhound bus that rumbled along the highway back to the city she'd left she was mostly trying to think that maybe things would be okay again, Luke was talking to her again. Wren was talking to her again. She couldn't ever tell them how awful it had all been. She hated glossing over things, but that wasn't the same as lying. She'd told the truth. She was fine. She was in one piece. She had a job. She was doing alright. She was putting one foot right in front of the other and marching right along. She had boiled pasta the other day and even though Daisy had thrown it across the room, it hadn't set anything on fire.
Daisy was sleeping against her chest, Evie was holding onto her tightly, sorry to be moving her again, she had hoped to move her into a home - she knew taking Shane's money would have made that possible. But she also knew taking Shane's money would have created yet another debt to repay and that wasn't something she could do in good conscience. Whether he expected it or not, she would have to pay it back. That was just who she was, and that was how she was raised. To work for what she needed. You didn't just take things, and if you did, you paid it back. She already had more than enough debts that needed to be repaid. Shane had saved her life. Clementine had helped. She couldn't repay that with a few bottles of shampoo and a nice note. She certainly couldn't repay overstaying her welcome in the house by taking more either.
So with Daisy cuddled against her, and the backpack that held her life savings tucked firmly between her knees and the rest of her belongings taking the second seat she'd paid for stacked with everything else she still owned, she worked out some figures on a piece of scratch paper on her knee. It wasn't terribly hopeless, but it wasn't pretty either. The weekly rate at the motel 6 in Queens wasn't bad, but it would mean she'd have to work a few more hours at the hat shop and less hours for free at the clinic for just a bit to save for a new apartment. But she thought maybe they'd understand. She did have a Daisy to feed. And while she didn't bring Daisy there because of germs, she had shown off pictures. They'd get it. And they told her she didn't have to work the bill off. But she knew they appreciated it. She liked helping out there, as scary as it was sometimes. Gotham was not a nice place, but the people had helped her there when she needed it. And for that, she wanted to help them too. At least as best she could still living in Marvel where she could be there to help if Wren and Luke needed something too.