Faye Valentine (poker_alice) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-11-05 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2032 11, faye valentine, harry potter, ~gw, ~sorcha |
RP: Let's Try This Again
Characters: Faye, Open (poking any ambiguously English pups?)
Time/Date: Afternoon, November 5
Location: Faye's room (#513), Fifth floor corridor
Warnings/Rating: Not anticipating worse than language and angst/panic.
Summary: Faye finally attempts to overcome her fear.
Status: Open, ongoing
Monday had been an interesting day, in the least pleasant sense of the word. Faye had awoken, gone through the usual motions of heading down for breakfast, then stopped at the thought of Lily. Something about the friendly cook suddenly struck her as terrifying. Menacing. She couldn't bring herself to go for breakfast because she knew Lily was likely to be there. Then she thought of the others who usually attended the meals... Tristan, Lily's relatives, their collective friends. Together, they were the most disturbing and unpleasant group of individuals - worse even than the thought of facing Vicious again.
It took a while, but Faye finally realized what frightened her about them. Though there were elements of their demeanor and style of dress which seemed less than innocent as well, her biggest issue was their accents. Those English accents. She couldn't understand the sudden fear, assumed it was the result of some horrid experiment or another, but failed miserably in her attempt to 'just get over it.'
She made it only two feet outside her door on Monday before hyperventilating, panicking, and running back into the room. Though she had to sneak out at odd hours - when the fear was at its weakest - in order to hoard snacks, she all but became a hermit. In fact, as of Tuesday night (when she was dead certain she'd saw a flash of red hair as one of the elevators closed), Faye hadn't left her room. She couldn't even use the network, for fear of running into a post by one of the people who she knew to be English. She could hear their voices in her head!
Now, she was stir-crazy and felt more than a little embarrassed at how long she'd allowed the strange fear to rule her life. So Faye wanted to try again, wanted to venture out in the hope that she would either be miraculously cured or capable of biting back the phobia until it disappeared. After having a smoke to calm her nerves, she slowly - cautiously - left the room.
The plan was to go downstairs and socialize with whoever happened to be in the lobby or maybe even see if there was some real food in the fridge. However, after five minutes, she was still in the fifth floor corridor, carefully watching the nearby doors with each step to make sure there weren't any frightening people sneaking into her personal space.