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πππβ―π (trichokinetics) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-02-11 12:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | alejandro vargas, orla applegate |
Who: Orla & Alejandro
Where: Leisure room
When: {backdated} just after Orla arrived
What: Catching up; sharing stories, just bein' good frans.
Warnings: Low.
Status: Complete | Closed
Limbo had never been expected, she knew she should've stayed away after she heard the others had been caught up and taken in to whatever Government facility they were. But she'd been worried and maybe someone had managed to avoid the rounding up. Of course it put her on the radar, and she should've realised someone had been watching, but she hadn't been thinking about herself really. And maybe that was half the problem. It may have made things her own fault, but she couldn't do much about it now. Making do was something Orla had managed to figure out in the years past. But now she was here and it wasn't like it seemed too terrible. The SEA was on the horizon, so it might not even be too long. She was primarily glad to see that Alejandro was doing okay -this was what she'd been trying to keep him from ending up with, reckless kids (even if they weren't children, they were terribly immature and reactionary) getting him into something he couldn't really get out of. Sitting in the leisure room, not fooled that it was still a prison facility, Orla toyed with her hair, wrapping it into plaits to sit at her side, longer than she usually kept it, but since everyone knew she was a super, it didn't matter. "So am I going to be strangling people with my hair here, or is it relatively chill?" She'd been keeping herself from checking out the emotions of those around her, purely because she didn't want to intrude, but she knew it would slip eventually. |