Sandy Jameson (hearseverything) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-13 13:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | p: mena, sandy jameson, ~cassidy porter, ~p: lexi |
Who: Sandy Jameson & Cassidy Porter
What: A talk, some truths and some feels
When: 13 May
Where: Cassidy's room
Rating: TBD
Her time in solitary had been excruciating, and when she'd come out the other side of it with a very real fear that she was losing everyone. Four days spent alone with her anxieties, worries that were normally drowned out by the voices and thoughts of everyone else around her. Four days spent thinking that actually there was little truth in the words spoken to her, or the thoughts she read because they knew she could read their minds. She knew it didn't make sense; people couldn't manipulate their thoughts that much, but it didn't stop the nagging whispers that had taken control of her mind from pushing themselves into every interaction. She replayed them all, now, and one had been on her mind for days. Cassidy was... off. She didn't know how to describe it, just that he was off. She'd moved from the common area of her floor when she'd reached out to Cassidy's mind, then Tammy's, and found that for once they were in different places, not joined at the hip like they always seemed to be. She thought she'd take advantage of that, go and see him. Try and understand what was going on, why he was off. What she'd done to make that happen. How she could stop it. How she could make sure he didn't choose someone else - someone like Syreni - over the rest of them. So he didn't choose someone else over her. So she didn't lose the little family that had been cultivated by isolation and loss, by a need to help each other out and survive on the streets that were just as mean as they were ever made out to be. That little family that was slowly, but surely, falling apart at the seams and she didn't know what to do with that. She didn't know how to handle it. She knocked on Cassidy's door, to give him a moment to get decent in case he wasn't, and then walked in, shutting it behind herself and leaning her back against the door. She wrung her hands together, and even though Cas knew she was there, she reached out and nudged him with her mind gently anyway, not trusting her voice right now. It felt unreliable, her throat felt tight. |