Lorelai "Rory" Leigh Gilmore (fullofcaffeine) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2016-04-07 20:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, bea wilson (sweet_bea), rory gilmore (fullofcaffeine) |
Hangin' Out
Who: Bea and Rory
Where: Under a tree in the park
When: Early March
Rory had been in Freedomtown for over a month now... and while she still sometimes felt like she was certifiably insane, she was also oddly getting used to her new living arrangement. In probably helped that she was currently sitting in the park under a tree with her nose buried in a book, though. Escapism, Rory Gilmore is thy name.
To the casual observer, Bea Wilson looked like any other teenaged girl. Long blonde hair, dimpled smile, form-fitting jeans and flannel shirt tied off at the midriff. She hardly looked like a batshit crazy, half-succubus Young Avenger. Still, she was at peace with who and what she was, and typically? Let her insanity show with reckless abandon. But today? That smile was oddly gone, replaced by a thoughtful, pursed-lip frown. She looked more sad than unhinged, and damn-near tripped over Rory's feet before noticing anyone was even sitting there.
"Oh, fuck.... sorry, Gilmore. Almost went all Godzilla-in-Tokyo on you..."
Rory blinked up at Bea with a hilarious deer-in-headlights expression. It really DID take someone practically tripping over her to get her to stop reading. "Oh. Oh, that's okay. I probably could've picked a spot that wasn't so... easy for people to trip over." She gave Bea a bashful smile.
"...whatcha readin'?" She asked, just trying to start any kind of conversation. She was just having one of those days where any kind of talk with any kind of person would be better than being alone. "Anything good?"
Rory showed Bea the front cover. Alice in Wonderland. "It seems... oddly appropriate given our current predicament." She marked her page in her book and closed it. "You okay? You seem a little funky."
"Just... having a down day. It happens." Technically, Bea suffered from manic depression and PTSD, but she rarely told anyone about it. "Thinking about..... someone back home. No big. Thanks though. For caring, I mean."
Rory nodded. She wasn't much of a social person, by choice, but she wasn't about to ignore a person in pain, either. "D'you want some company? I'm not the most stunning conversationalist, but I'm a good listener," she offered.
Bea gave a weak chuckle and grinned. "Well, who needs conversational skills when you look THAT damn good..." still, for Bea especially, the flirting came off very flat. Forced. She silently leaned against the tree, sliding down to sit down next to the other girl. "I just feel like... like this place is so fucking unfair. People get pulled here from different worlds, different TIMES... all these people that were dead somewhere else popping up here... but not for me. And it just makes me want to cry. Or stab people. Maybe both."
Rory blushed privately as she listened to the other woman, not entirely sure what to say to comfort her. She felt awkward, not knowing Bea all that well, but her first instinct was to comfort her, so she went with it. "I'm not sure that I'd, um, advocate the stabbing. Who... who are you missing, if you don't mind me asking?"
Funny enough, Bea felt MORE comfortable talking to Rory because as someone who barely knew her, she couldn't really judge her. Or mock her for not acting like herself. "My boyfriend. We... were teammates before he died. And I just... some days I miss him so much I can barely get out of bed in the morning."
Rory blinked in surprise. For how Bea acted most of the time she wouldn't have guessed that she'd had a significant other, let alone a significant other that had DIED. "I'm really sorry. I had no idea. What was, um, what was his name?"
"His name was Diego Mancha. Like a few of the kids I hung out with, he was the product of people getting stranded here in THIS time." She said with a smirk. "I guess a lot of folks stuck here got with the fuckin' eventually, probably out of sheer boredom. Anyway... I just really...most days I can put it in the back of my head and not even think about it. Other days... I miss him so bad I could just go out and beat the shit out of people."
Well... that was confronting. Still, Rory nodded, like violence to problems was something she had a lot of experience with. "I know it doesn't mean much coming from me, but I'm sorry."
"Thanks, cutie." Bea said with a half-smile, even that attempt at being flirty falling eerily flat for her. "You... mind if I sit here with you for a little bit? You can keep reading... I won't bother you. I just kinda... don't wanna be alone."
"Of course," Rory replied quickly. She was the kind of girl who always tried to help others to the best of her ability when she saw that they were in pain. "I could read some to you, if you want." Rory loved to read, although she rarely shared her passion with others. There was Jess, who read almost as voraciously as she did, but he was a rare exception. And also not there.
"Nah, don't worry about that. I'm just having one of my days where I miss my guy and just... you don't really know me, so I don't have to worry about how you're gonna look at me." Bea explained, taking a deep breath. "God knows if I act all mopey around Sandra or Illeana, I'll get motherfucking hounded about what's wrong. They mean well, but... I'd rather just be thought of as the wacky, horny bitch that nothing bothers."
"Well, we can sit and be quiet. I'm good at that," Rory said, giving Bea a weak smile. Even if the mention of the word 'horny' made Rory blush profusely. She was still very innocent, okay? "Whatever you need, you should just--" Rory stopped. Bea probably didn't need the advice. "I can be what you need for now," she said instead.
"You're lucky I'm in a melancholy mood." Bea said with a wry chuckle. "Otherwise I'd be using that as an excuse to try getting you naked right now. Unfortunately, I'm not even slightly in the mood to flirt, not even with a fine little thing like you."
Despite not knowing Bea... at ALL, Rory figured that those were dire circumstances indeed. "That's... um, good?"
"For YOU, yeah..." Bea laughed, although it was a more sad and forced laugh than her typical loud, unhinged one. "Hey... all jokes aside though... thanks. For this, I mean. For being here for some fucked up, crazy bitch you barely know. You're a good chick."
Rory gave Bea a weak smile. "Maybe you could do the same for me one day," she suggested. Not that she had a dead boyfriend or anything, but she was trying to be comforting.
"Hey, not a problem. You ever need anything... a shoulder to cry on, a friend to listen, someone to give you some mind-blowing head... you let me know." Oh good LORD. She was trying. Swear to GOD she was trying.