brynn stone ⚜️ [eleven] (leggomyeggo) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-03-05 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * laura, r: brynn stone |
WHO: Brynn Stone
WHEN: 3/5, early afternoon
WHERE: Grandma's break room
SUMMARY: Brynn gets some news that has nothing to do with dreams.
NOTES: fam/friends, feel free to assume you received a barrage of texts and/or phone calls about this.
Waiting wasn’t something Brynn was great at. Eleven had patience in spades -- to a point, anyway, and she was growing out of that the more she came into her own -- but Brynn was largely used to having everything she needed at her fingertips. When it came to her life, Brynn was used to taking care of things on her own. She didn’t wait for someone to solve a problem for her; she did it herself. If something bored her, she moved on. If she wanted something, whether it was a house or a new pair of shoes, she bought it. (Okay, she hadn’t bought a house yet, but she knew she could.) One of the things she’d discovered that she had in common with Eleven was that she liked to be in control. Eleven didn’t like to be told what she could and couldn’t do, particularly when it came to her freedom or lack thereof. She didn’t like uncertainties. She was used to dealing in absolutes; ambiguity threw her off and made her insecure. Brynn, likewise, had become anxiety-filled as February disappeared and March began with no word back about any of her applications. Other friends had been hearing back since early February, but Brynn had to force herself to choke back her feelings of jealousy. Eventually, she started to tell herself that she’d take anything, as long as it was an answer one way or another. That wasn’t true, of course. She wouldn’t know what to do with her future if she got rejected from Dunhaven along with all of the other programs within commuting distance. (She’d expanded her search into anthropology programs, too.) She logged into the systems every day to check her status. She checked her voicemail religiously. She checked the mail. She refreshed her email. Waiting. Working at Grandma’s was a blissful escape, until it was time to take her break. Out of habit, Brynn pulled her phone out of her purse, first to check for any new texts from Jack or a new photo of Astrid from Lyllianna. Then she’d check Facebook, Instagram -- the usual. She had a new email notification sitting on her home screen, however. Heart racing, she quickly unlocked her phone and pulled up her email, and right there at the top of the list from the University of Dunhaven -- Congratulations! Brynn was sure that the entire restaurant could her hear squeal. |