Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in repose, @ 2016-03-16 02:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, cat dubrovna, leena bertolini |
Mean-Eyed Cat
Who: Leena B and Cat C
What: A little encounter
Where: The Mean-Eyed Cat
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: TBD. Expect cussing and feels to happen
Claire's house was beautiful. It had old things in it, new things, things piled up and hidden in nooks like one giant item search that could have gone on forever. It also had a rhythm, a machine that made coffee (she still got hers from the shop in town), the blow of air from the vents, a subtle hum of electricity that her little cave simply didn't have. And even with all the windows open, it felt claustrophobic, especially when things were going bump-bump-bump outside, but it was the rhythm that threw her off the most.
Yeah, she'd stayed for a couple days before, watching the place while Claire was gone, but it was different to share that space with another human being. Leena had to be mindful of the noise she made, of when she was coming and going in tune with her own rhythms, that if she went out to get something to eat she might have to bring something back for her temporary savior.
It wasn't that she wasn't grateful - she was, especially for the bed that was going to pamper her way too much if she kept sleeping on it - but she had to get out. A change of scenery, just for a little while. Not to the woods, no, even though they weren't looking for her, it still tasted too much of the kind of trouble that was best avoided.
So, she made a beeline through town, hands tucked into the pockets of her second-hand over-sized Army jacket. It was still cold enough out that she kept her shoulders hunched up, jacket drawn around her like armor from the world.
There had been a time when everything in Repose was new. Now there were only a few places left and it felt safer to go there than one of her usual haunts. And maybe, somewhere a little different would feel less like there was weight on her shoulders and back. She approached the Mean-Eyed Cat on foot, her boots loud on the concrete step out front.
Inside wasn't the quiet calm of C&C (which was finally open again) but an all out assault on her senses. Lights and pictures covered every inch of the wall, balls clicked on the pool table as they were hurtled together, and then there were the people - so many in the space. She took a deep breath and nearly coughed, eyes going wide like a poor little forest creature in the headlights of some hot rod.
She could run now, the door was close enough, but she'd made it this damn far. Setting her jaw, she weaved between the patrons and headed for the far side of the bar, intent upon working herself into the nook there where she could be close enough to be around other people without actually having to be in the thick of them.