Trish Wellington (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-11 01:21:00 |
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Current music: | "Stand in the Rain" by Superchick |
Entry tags: | !open, !plot, trish wellington |
Characters: Trish Wellington and open
When: Thursday evening
Location: Back kitchen
Warnings/Rating: None as of right now.
Summary: Trish is baking some cookies and singing.
Status: Open (Or Dice if they are around), plot, ongoing
Trish kept trying to find time in the kitchen to bake some cookies for Simon as a thank you. The problem was every time she had gone back to bake either the oven was in use or people were busy in the back that she didn’t want to get in the way. Tonight was another night of her going back to check and to her surprise it was empty causing her to decide to make the cookies or try since she had to make sure that the train had the stuff. Trish wasn’t a decent cook since she always had a nanny or chef in her house growing up that she never had to learn how to cook. It wasn’t until college when she learned a few basic things, but she found the microwave was her best friend. Only two things she really knew how to make were cookies and brownie so that was why she offered up those two things to him. She figured this would keep her mind off of everything from her world along with the cut in her side that was not hurting as much. When she found herself stopping for the night was usually when her thoughts went back to the day of arrival and that wasn’t something she wanted right now. No chocolate chips causing her to toss out the idea of chocolate chip cookies and make another kind. The silence was nice for a bit, but she found it slowly started to get to her as she started to hum a song to herself. Though without even realizing it the tune she had been singing was turning into something else. Humming turned to singing softly as she mixed the ingredients in the bowl not really paying attention to whether anyone came walking in or not. She never slows down. She doesn’t know why but she knows that when she’s all alone, feel likes it’s all coming down. She won’t turn around. The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down. So stand in the rain. Stand your ground. Stand up when it’s all crashing down. You stand through the pain. You won’t drown and one day, what’s lost can be found. You stand in the rain. She won’t make a sound Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she’ll fall down. She wants to be found. The only way out is through everything she’s running from wants to give up and lie down. Trish really wasn’t thinking much about it at first until she stopped with the singing and she froze from mixing to think it over. The song was one she never heard before then again maybe one of her friends had played it. Though the thing that was really bugging her was how the words kind of said how she was feeling. No, was this what the people were talking about? Trish hadn’t been thinking much about it only now it all made sense and had her feeling not so great. All she wanted to do was bake some cookies not break out in some musical number about how she was feeling. |