Eloise Stamp (stampitout) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-05-01 16:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [05] may, ellie |
WHO: Ellie & open.
WHAT: Ellie contemplates life & dances awkwardly while doing so.
WHERE: Sing Sing -- Building #5, Science Team Office. (lol)
WHEN: May 1st.
RATING: Medium? Not even. Who knows.
STATUS: In progress
Life was interesting.
Ellie lived in a place that had hot water, cookies regularly available, a semi-real laboratory to practically live in, and (almost) everyone she'd come to like at all within the last year or so. She had a bed with her name on it, a pillow, a blanket -- even though most nights found her asleep on top of a desk, or unconscious with a her cheek smashed awkwardly against the page of a book. She could go outside for as long as she wanted without worrying anyone. Her tutoring with Rory was better than ever now that they had so much space to work with. Eisen liked to hold her hand. She went to dance lessons. Yes, life was interesting. Life was good.
Time was passing by so quickly, too; it seemed like only yesterday they'd arrived, truck of books and everything. It seemed as if only days had passed since that first night, and Ellie was pleased with the way things had gone since then, even if strange things had come up -- like the Grand Central plan, for example, and her conversation with Leah. So many questions about how a place like this ought to be run, she thought. It was beginning to become clear that there were no correct answers to any of them.
That didn't spoil her mood, though. Not in the slightest. It paid to be hopeful about things, even if at heart you might find reason for concern. Emotions, apparently, were more complicated than simply feeling one thing or the other at any given time. It couldn't be said that Ellie was used to it -- it would probably take years to get that far -- but she was more accepting of these kinds of complexities than ever before. They didn't worry or pain her in the way they might've even two months ago. Progress.
This afternoon the rain had cleared up nicely, but still Ellie had spent most of the day behind the desk she'd claimed for herself. It was such a nice little office that she and Lilah had taken over. Even after so much effort, there was a lot to organize. A lot to work on. There was a lot to think about, too, as usual. And she had developed new ways of doing this, when it came to the subjects that eluded her. People, etc.
Ellie leaned back in her chair, kicking out to put it in a spin. She did this until she started to feel dizzy; then she turned up the shuffle of random music on her laptop, attempting to sing along in half-mumbles. Soon she was out of her seat, swaying sleepily with arms over her head, unaware of the world in the sincerest of ways.