ginnifer friedmann (acleanslate) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-06-10 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle003, ginny, serena |
Who. Ginnifer and Serena.
When. June 1st, mid-morning.
Where. The deck.
What. Just some awkward conversation.
Warnings. None, but it's incomplete.
Ginnifer didn't sleep, though it wasn't for lack of trying. She had every intention of sleeping late, maybe even throughout the entire day, but that plan fell short. Rather than spend the day curled up in a new, comfortable bed, she tugged on some jeans, halfway brushed her hair, and found herself strolling on the deck. Dr. Handsel had insisted that this would be good for her, though she wasn't quite sure how. This whole cruise thing wasn't exactly her scene; she would have much preferred staying home, pulling the curtains, and spending a week doing nothing but watching Netflix. At least she liked the ocean. When she finally found a spot that wasn't bustling with activity and noise, she propped her elbows up on the railing and looked out onto the water. There was no land, at least not as far as the eye could see, and Ginnifer felt strangely calm. The further she was from shore, the further she was from Anthony and his lackies. Unless they were on the boat. Don't be stupid, Constance.
Serena was just glad that she'd run into Ian; it was such a weird fucking coincidence but there you had it. He was a famous actor now, a long way from the scrappy foster kid he'd been when she'd known him, but it was good to see him happy and healthy and thriving. Well, happy enough anyway. She could read him even after all these years, and she knew when he wasn't as happy as he claimed to be. But who was, really? She was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved gray t-shirt this morning, her dark hair in her face as always, the wind tossing it back and forth against her cheeks as she wandered the deck. When she caught sight of Ginnifer she almost stopped walking and turned the other way; despite them sharing a therapist for awhile now she had little interest in chit-chatting with the other woman. But she sighed. The doctor wouldn't like it if she blew off her fellow nutjob. So she made her way closer, stopping on the railing about three yards away.
When she caught sight of someone coming toward her, she instantly whipped her head to the side, expecting it to be someone she didn't know. Instead, it was Serena, a fellow patient of Dr. Handsel. They didn't talk much with the exception of the few group sessions they had together, and even then, she and Serena weren't exactly big talkers. Never the less, Ginny offered a small smile of welcome. "Enjoying the ship so far?" she asked, having to raise her voice slightly to be heard over the combination of wind and waves.
"No," Serena said simply. "There are too many fucking people on this boat, and nowhere to go if you want off." She folded her arms on the railing, staring out at the waves and the froth from them as they beat at the hull of the ship. "Not sure how this is going to be healing."
"That makes two of us," she said simply enough. Ginnifer had never been the outspoken, overly enthusiastic type, but she hadn't always been quite so reserved, either. It was amazing how paranoia could change a person. She wasn't sure how being in a closed area with people she probably would be too afraid to speak to would help her get over her fear of going out and interacting with others, but she trusted Dr. Handsel. Not enough to tell him the full truth about herself, obviously, but enough to trust his advice. Still, why did it have to be a cruise? "The food's good, at least."
"Yeah, it's alright. I tried some chicken pasta stuff yesterday that was pretty great. At least I didn't have to pay for it," she said with a snort, gazing at the water. She pulled her sunglasses down from the crown of her head and covered her dark eyes with them, setting her jaw for a moment. "That actor on board, Ian Kingsley? He's an old friend of mine. Doc'll be happy to hear about that, someone from my past I don't hate," she snorted.
Ginnifer didn't know anything about the celebrities on board; she wasn't much of a fangirl, herself, but she did think it was sort of neat to be on a cruise with people who were famous. Or, rather, she would have if it didn't mean even more crowds. It was a mixed blessing, since the people would (hopefully) be too fixated on the celebrities to notice a pale, dark-haired lady in a baseball cap. Ginnifer was good at disappearing. "That's pretty wild. Small world, huh?"
"Yeah, it was weird. I didn't even think it was him, like, there was no way it could be, but then he knew me," she said, shrugging like it didn't matter. In truth, it had made her almost dizzy with the emotions that flooded through her at seeing her one and only childhood friend, one of the most important people of her life growing up, on the same boat that only a weird twist of fate had put her on in the first place.
"So, what's it like being friends with a celebrity? I wonder if the press on board will try to find out the details." Ginnifer had only seen the celebs in passing, and each time they had circles of fans around them asking for autographs or snapping pictures. It made her thankful to be a nobody, honestly. She was fine with no one knowing her name or wanting to crowd around her. "So, other than not enjoy this luxury cruise line we're on, what are your plans? Anything super exciting planned out?" Ginnifer wasn't the best at small talk, but she was trying.
"Not really. I don't even want to get off the boat, I'd rather just stay in my room. But Doc isn't going to let that fly," she sighed. She ignored the question about what it was like being friends with a celebrity; to Serena, Ian would always just be Ian. "What abou tyou?"