Winifred Jordan (warriors_gaze) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2018-01-19 13:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: winifred jordan, location: class - auto shop |
Questioning the future
Who: Fred and Open
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Autoshop
Warnings: language at least
She had gotten a few letters over the break, yet they all remained unopened in the passenger seat of her car while she rested in the driver's seat with her back against the door and her legs lazing across the seat bending only to avoid the gear stick. She wore a black Def Leopard shirt and black jeans with holes worn into the knees. She was reading a book while blasting Ozzy through the shop. No one else was there at the moment, so she wasn't too concerned with bothering anyone.
She had been given the letters the moment she had returned, yet she hadn't felt the desire to open any of them yet. The main reason that she kept them in the car was because most people didn't bother her car in the shop other than to look at it. She would at times allow someone to help her with a task, but other than that, people in auto shop had a certain degree of respect. Perhaps that was why this was one of the places she chose to go to when she was feeling anti-social. The worst someone would do in this place is ask her to turn the music down or wear headphones.
The letters were from colleges mostly. One of them was from a cousin of hers, but she wasn't sure she cared to open that one either. She was finding it harder and harder to find a point in doing anything lately. She wasn't entirely sure why she felt that way, and honestly she didn't really question it. It just made sense. Conversations she had with some of the others she respected had helped keep her from going into a darker place though. Now she just felt a sort of indifference to things. It didn't help when the place she was supposed to call home was no longer a place she wanted to be.
Earlier in the year she had a thought to try for the FBI after college, thinking that would probably be a place she could find purpose in her life. She had also considered simply becoming something like a private investigator. None of that was really her passion though. Part of her was still looking at those things as ways she could try to make amends for what she had done to her parents. If she was able to, she would have liked to pursue a career with her music and did a bit of peacekeeping on the side. Peacekeeping meaning that she would hunt those who actively hurt others be they human or not. With that not being a real option, she was left with only a few ideas. She felt trapped whenever she thought about it; therefore, she just began choosing to ignore the entire thing. So the college letters informing her she had either been accepted or rejected were left unopened along with the first letter she had received from her family in a year while she listened to her music and read her book.