Bea Albrecht (beacynic) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-02-21 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2013 [02] february, bea, vienna |
WHO: Bea and Vienna
WHEN: February 20, 2013 [Backdated]
WHERE: Guard Tower #5
WHAT: Sister-ly stuff; working things out (?)
RATING: Medium (Bea and her mouth)
CHALLENGE: Sloth vs. Diligence & Envy vs. Forgiveness
It was just part of being in leadership, making the choices that weren’t what you wanted personally, but were the right choice for the group. Like Bea’s decision to stay at Sing Sing. Every part of her itched to be out in Ossining with everyone else, but given the fact that Evan was out there it had just seemed like the smart choice, leadership wise, to stay behind. Even if now she felt like all she could do to keep her mind off of things was walk from guard tower to guard tower, trying to find the best vantage point. Guard Tower 5 wasn’t that, but she needed a break from the constant movement. And a cigarette. She envied More than half of the people that had gone. The ones that for whatever reason had developed some freaky power, even though she didn’t want one herself. Not anymore. It still made her feel less than adequate to defend anything. Which was fucking stupid, since she could shoot decent and hold her own, but when you had a couple guys who were fucking Superman or the Energizer Bunny or what the fuck ever, being normal felt like a downgrade. Her handgun was tucked into the back of her jeans, but she also had a longer range rifle strapped to her back. She could actually shoot it decently now, thanks to Brandon. And that was a fucking surprise in and of itself; she always figured that getting lessons from Stone would be a fucking failure, but something had her keeping her mouth shut when she really needed to, so their lessons had been amicable, if not always comfortable. She was still who she was, and so was he. The group had left a little over a half hour ago, she thought, as she pulled a cigarette and lighter from her pocket and lit up, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly. Like if she just stood there a little longer the desire to keep moving the perimeter would wane, and she’d be able to move on to something else. Something that wasn’t some fucked up form of guard duty. But what she really hadn’t expected was to hear the familiar footfalls of someone on the stairs. Most of the people who were going to claim a tower already had. Danvers, and Caffrey, for whatever reason, and a couple of the men that had stayed behind. She took another drag and slid her eyes to the door, waiting to see who came through. Hoping like hell it wasn’t one of the teenagers. She couldn’t deal with their shit right now. |