Rosa Aurora Keating (halfbred) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-05-25 04:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | may 2011, robert mathis, rosa keating |
Who: Rosa and Mathis
What: Power negation times
When: May 12th (backdated because Emily fails forever)
Where: The morgue
Rating: Probably low
It was not weakness that pointed Rosa's feet in the direction of the morgue, or at least that was what she told herself as she strode purposefully down the corridor that lead there. Empathy, particularly recessive empathy, was, by its very nature, an overwhelming power. She knew this. She'd known it for a very long time. It really hadn't been a shock to her as the city's press of people took its daily toll on her consciousness. At this point in her thirty-three years, she knew better than to ignore it. She'd tried that, the first time she'd been to D.C., back when she was only a scared, gangly little ten-year-old. She'd tried so hard not to let it bother her; she'd fought with such fury not to let the unceasing waves of emotion that crashed against her consciousness pull her under and drown her confusion, in chaos. All the normal people never even knew, never even suspected that they lived their lives against a backdrop of unseen, largely unnoticed tumult. But Rosa knew. She knew too well. And as hard as she fought the endless tide, there were always days when she was almost pulled under.
Today was one of those days. Rosa wasn't sure if it was just the precinct, or the news, or just the buildup of too many days in a strange city, but at this point the reasons didn't really seem to matter. One thing was clear: she needed to escape. Maybe it wouldn't be for long, and maybe it wouldn't even do her any good, but she was fairly certain that if she went on like this for much longer they would probably have to take her back to D.C. in a straightjacket, and that was a picture that she was just not willing to have circulating all over the six o' clock news.
Rosa felt the doctor's presence before she saw him, before sh even entered the same room. Slowly, slowly, she felt the weight of the world's hold on her weakening bit by bit, as if a great burden was being lifted from her shoulders piece by piece. She would not run this time. No. Last time she hadn't expected it. Last time she hadn't been prepared for the loss of control that went with negating her powers. But this time was different. This time, she was ready, even happy, to surrender both empathy and telekenisis, even if it was just for a little while. She hadn't felt like a full person - a real human being with her own feelings - for a long time now, and remembering some of her humanity would be more than welcome change.
Reaching out to the morgue door, Rosa rapped her knuckles against it softly to announce her presence. "Doctor Mathis?" she called. "It's Rosa Keating. I'm here for..." she hesitated. "Reprieve," she decided. "As we previously discussed."