Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in mirage_rpg, @ 2008-09-21 16:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, day 16, laura moon, temperance brennan |
Who: Laura and Bones
What: Returning to the land of the living after a long, dark apathy
When: Late Morning
Where: The Greenhouse, and then who knows?
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
There are those individuals who would argue that it is impossible for the dead to become depressed. Laura Moon would be part of that vast majority; she herself was 'dead' and felt that she spoke for her people. Depressed was not the correct word for it. Apathetic, blank - those were the correct adjectives. Laura had, for several days since arriving, fallen into a deep sense of apathy. She had been communing with the void, as she liked to call it. It was that vast feeling of emptiness that crept inside of her, and it made her want to be dead instead of undead or alive. There was no way to reach her when she got like that; she couldn't even reach herself. Though she didn't sleep, Laura had spent days upon days in bed, arms crossed over her chest, staring at the wall, tempted to remove the coin from around her neck, though she knew that she could not do herself in. Shadow would not approve.
She hated mornings most of all. It was like walking out of a dark movie theater and into the sun, completed by those few moments when you couldn't see anything at all. The light, after so long in her bedroom, was blinding. Honestly, after the silence, everything seemed like screams. Laura made her way down the yet unfamiliar hallways, noticing that, once she'd left the area where the rooms were, not all was as it had been. She'd never quite get over that, even if she was capable of understanding that gods lived among men and the dead could rise again.
As she walked, a sudden realization set in on her. She had really let herself go after that hurricane. After meeting that guy... Dean...? she'd entered her room and not come out for anything. There were a few scrapes and cuts here and there that had expanded in size, and she was noticing that her faint scent of decomposition was seeming a little bit more than faint. A wriggling feeling of gross was starting in the base of her left lung, and it would only be a few more weeks before she was coughing up unmentionables once more. Thankfully, she did not notice any mirrors as she walked. It was almost painful to think what she looked like. She hadn't even bothered to comb her hair.
Wandering outside, Laura made a face, disgusted by the weather. Why couldn't it have been darker? And where had the storm gone? Not wanting to seem like a lumbering zombie, she darted out across the walkways, wandering here and there at a brisk pace. It was then that the greenhouse caught her eye. Laura had never possessed a green thumb, but it wasn't like everything she touched died. Not in the past, anyway. And flowers and plants would be able to hide the smell a little bit. Excellent. She ducked inside and slowed her pace, not wanting to knock anything over. Losing herself in plants and flowers, she seemed to be in her own little world. At least she was motivated to get up and walk around again. That made her more un than dead.