Re: Third class, dining area
Elizabeth was so far at the end of her story, she had arrived closer to the beginning. She held her arms out smiling at the familiar blue jacket that wasn't anything to smile at and spun in a white dress that wasn't anything to spin in. That notion something was strange and wonderful gave way quickly to the sudden desire to both understand this ship and find a way off it. To both understand who she was (which she was) and run as far away from that identity as she could (she never could).
She smiled at the tiny room because it reminded her of home. She hated that she could call such a small space home. There was no saunter to her walk like other girls, even though she was dressed like the sort who sauntered. Only a curious clack clack of smart shoes on old floors and she moved with the curves of the ocean as if she had felt at home on the high seas instead of raised in a tower. What an adaptable girl that Elizabeth was. How smart the lamb gone astray could be! A short veil of dark hair spread away from her eyes as she looked up and recognized a song. How many songs from here to there could she recognize?
I can be happy, I can be sad. I can be good, I can be bad. It all depends on you.
The girl who could rip things apart and pull out something new looked across faces that ranged from dangerously ordinary to ordinarily dangerous. Some of them were so hungry, weren't they? Elizabeth didn't understand the look of hunger until Booker (Mr. DeWitt) had tried to save her by wiping away the sort of debt that could not be scrubbed clean. But, now she could see it. Plain, ugly hunger. But, the man with no face intrigued her, reminded her a little of those who had to wear masks not for their own safety, but punishment for never fitting in.
She tapped the colorful cube's shoulder. Tap, tap. It would have sounded a lot better if she tapped the cube instead.
"They don't move," She seemed to echo a thought he had a second ago, ghosting behind him as a small, innocent girl without the lace frills usually associated with a girl who lived in a tower. "Well, so what if they did?" Elizabeth shrugged, feeling a little obtuse tonight.