Clary Fray (angel_blood) wrote in ohanascenes, @ 2015-05-02 10:12:00 |
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Clary had been in Hawaii for two days now, and she still hadn’t found Simon or Alec or Isabelle or any way home. Jace wasn’t much help; he had, at least started talking to the police department to help them - or annoy them; it was the same thing for Jace - but Clary herself was at a loss for what to do. It seemed wrong to be spending time in a tropical paradise when there was so much going on back home. Her mother was still in a coma; Valentine was still out there; and who knew how bad it was going to get before it got any better? But she wasn’t entirely idle. She was talking to people who seemed to be going through the same thing, and maybe one of them might know something that could help. In any case, Lydia seemed nice enough, and Clary was curious to meet her. Besides, she needed coffee first thing in the morning. Meeting Lydia for breakfast was a great way to do both. *** Lydia didn't quite know what to think about suddenly being in Hawaii. But there were worse places to be, and at least no one was trying to kill them at the moment. That was a nice reprieve. Interestingly enough, being in Hawaii was the least of her problems. Allison was alive here, and from before she had died. And Stiles was also from the past. Well, damn. At least she and Malia seemed to be from the same time. Clary seemed like a nice person. She seemed to understand some of the stranger things happening. Lydia thought they had something in common. So she was happy to meet her. She arrived at the Ilikai Bar & Grill promptly at 8:30. She was still tired but she hoped some coffee would quickly remedy that. *** Clary arrived a few minutes later; she was still learning her way around. Already, her nose and ears were pink from the sun. Fair-skinned people were obviously not meant to enjoy themselves in Hawaii - at least not without a bucket of sunscreen. "Hi, Lydia?" she said as she approached the girl she recognized from the network. She offered a brief, slightly shy smile. Clary wasn't very good at making new friends. *** “Hi Clary.” Lydia said with a smile, indicating the other girl should join her. She was fair skinned too, so it was no wonder she was a little...pink along with Clary. They had that much in common too. It was kind of funny. “Guess we’re not meant for this tropical life here.” But there was no going back, at least right now. *** “Yeah, I’ve never been out of New York until now, so...I’m not used to all this sun.” Clary gave the other girl a wry smile, relieved that someone understood, even if she wouldn’t want to wish sunburn upon anyone. She slid into the seat opposite Lydia and glanced around. “So have you been here long?” *** “I’m from California, so I’m kind of used to it but not in this capacity...it’s kind of…too much.” Lydia said. But she would adjust, it wasn’t like they really had a choice. “Just since Friday night.” Lydia told her, shaking her head. “To be honest, I keep thinking I’ll wake up back home, but nope...still here” *** “It does have the hallmark of a bad dream,” Clary agreed. “Have you heard anything about what we’re supposed to do while we wait for something to be sorted out? If I’m going to be staying here, I’ll have to buy some new clothes. It was winter in New York when I came here. And I have a bit of money, but not enough for a new wardrobe.” *** “Just that we have apartments with randomly assigned roommates for now.” Lydia sighed. She knew the natives here were just as clueless. “I imagine a lot of us will have to do some shopping to be comfortable here. But long term?” She shrugged. “We may have to get jobs.” *** Clary nodded; she'd figured as much. "I had some money on me when I was pulled here, but I'm pretty much eating it all away, and my bank card won't connect to my account at all." Not that she had a lot of money in her account - just what she'd saved from allowances. Since she was still a minor, her mom took care of all the money. *** “Hmm, it should.” Lydia said. “I’ve heard of others here being able to access their funds from home, which is totally weird, right? Maybe try again, or ask the Five-0 people what’s up. They mostly seem capable.” She shrugged. “If all else fails I’m sure I can sell my prada purse or something.” *** "I'll try again," Clary acknowledged. "But it's not like I have a lot of savings anyway." And definitely not enough to get a Prada purse, even if she got her mother to chip in. Lydia was seemed to be one of those sophisticated, popular girls who would've never given Clary the time of day if they'd gone to school together, although she was quite nice here. *** Lydia nodded. She knew where Clary was coming from. She was about to lose everything at home, they were broke. Unfortunately, that was only one problem on a very long list. But she was reluctant to sell any of her stuff here, so she could cling to the idea she was still rich. “Yeah well, I’m sure we’ll be okay somehow.” She said, trying to encourage her. “At least we can stay in the apartments for free.” At least for now, who knew if they’d be charged some day. *** "It does help," Clary agreed. She knew, from living in New York all her life, how much rent took from the budget. "But I'll probably have to find some work sooner rather than later." It should be easy enough to find a job as a part time barista. Clary certainly knew everything there was to know about coffee. *** “Me too.” Lydia said. “I don’t even know what I can do, but I’ll find something.” She added. And then of course there was school to think about to. She really couldn’t wrap her mind around all of this, but she was adjusting. “I’m sure lots of places around here will be needing help.” She pointed out. They had to accommodate for the influx of people. That was not going to be something they could do on their own, probably. She was hoping the locals saw them as a resource and not a burden. *** “Hopefully,” Clary agreed. She wasn’t that thrilled about the idea of getting a job - she was a teenaged girl - but she was practical enough to know that for the time being, it was a necessary evil. If someone found a way home, that would be great. If not...well, she still needed to eat. “I have a feeling most of my wages are going to go towards sunscreen though,” she said ruefully. *** |