tris prior ϟ divergent, dauntless (inpavidus) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-09-16 10:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, tris prior |
Who: Tris Prior (and OPEN if anyone wants to tag in)
When: Tuesday September 16; around 10am
Where: Potts tower, 14th floor
What: After a week and 1/2 in medical, Tris makes her way to her new home
Rating: Mentions of gunshots, but they're vague. Overall low.
Status: Either complete narrative or open & incomplete log
Tris still ached all over. Getting shot had that affect and this time was so much worse than the old shoulder wound. She'd almost died, the doctors had told her. Another few minutes and she would have been gone. That had been over a week ago, though, when she'd first come through the Tesseract to arrive in the place they called New York. She'd been taken to medical, where she'd remained for awhile, recovering from the surgery they'd done to remove the bullets and then when she was strong enough, they'd assigned her an apartment and given her a few other things to help her get settled. As if a place to live and some money could help her get used to everything they'd told her, anyway. She was over 150 years in the past, in a place where her life was a series of books and a movie based on the first one. The one saving grace was that the girl in the movies looked nothing like her, so she wasn't likely to get recognized much. The bottle of pills they'd given her for the pain was in her pocket, but Tris didn't feel like taking them. They made her sleepy, they dulled her wits, and even though she'd been assured over and over that she was safe here, Tris couldn't really trust that. She couldn't really trust that there was no danger. There was always danger. After everything she'd been through, she didn't think it was possible to feel truly safe. Not here, not anywhere. She was going to try to make the best of being here, though. It was all she really could do, since she couldn't go home. And wallowing around, feeling sorry for herself wasn't really her thing. It might be tempting, after everything. She'd been yanked away from everything she'd ever known, again. She'd been yanked away from Tobias, from Christina, from her city. She wouldn't even get to say goodbye to Uriah. She was even going to miss Caleb, despite how damaged things were between them. Stuck here in this place, Tris would never be able to work on repairing that damage. If she let it, her grief over all of it would overwhelm her, it would swallow her. She couldn't let that happen. After double-checking to make sure she had everything they'd given her, Tris stepped into the elevator. Next stop, the fourteenth floor and apartment 1405. She'd never imagined the world could be as huge as it was and a part of her was excited about being someplace new, having the chance to explore a city that was so foreign to her.. She shouldered her bag a little more securely, ignoring the way the bandages across her neck and her side itched and minutes later there she was. The elevator doors opened to 14 and she stepped out to begin her walk toward the door marked "1405." Home sweet home. Or, at least, that's what it would have to become. |