Who: Juno and Charlie
Where: The hospital reconstruction site
When: Lunch time
Sometimes, odd as it sounded, the relentless burn of overworked muscles felt good to Juno. It worked towards pushing everything else down, drown out the bullshit going through her mind pretty much at all times. Beads of sweat had been running down her spine for hours, the smallest strands of hair glued to her forehead and that smell she had always equated to some kind of moist ground dust had started to emanate from her body. She was going to need a long ass shower tonight.
But it felt good, it felt so good that it was almost like what she imagined a drug-induced trance to feel like. The prospect - dream, really - of landing this job for good along with Hush and becoming roommates out of the slums until the other shoe dropped had really only worked for a limited amount of time. After the high of wonder and fertile imagination had wore off - some time the day after they had gotten the idea - real life had come back to her in full force. And so had realism. The odds had always been stacked against them slum kids, against her even more so. To say things were unlikely to go exactly as they seemed to wish them to (and she still couldn't believe, after everything, that Hush
did) was an understatement. Not for the first time this month, maybe week, Juno had had to pull herself back down to earth. Drag herself, more like. Kicking and screaming, rude awakenings everywhere, but it was working. And today, she had managed to keep leveled by drowning it all out. No fluffy dreams, no harsh reality. Just the boulder in front of her.
( Everything louder, louder )
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