Etienne Marie LeBeau - Frankenstein (negationer) wrote in totheoutside, @ 2014-12-13 16:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex, arthur, chapter 8, etienne, floyd, other!etty, other!floyd, other!providence, part 3 |
Come on over.
Packing. Whirlwind of change. She and Floyd were married, and it had been a shit return to being scolded for a huge life change. Scolded like a goddamned child. She was done. She didn't care who took over. She didn't care how disappointed the Benefactor was. She would not have her life dictated by this bullshit show that didn't matter in the end.
Yes, she was concerned for the Freehold and the members of it that died. Hell, she and Betsy had had some jokes and some drinks. It stung she was gone. But that didn't mean Etty was going to let her life be dictated by a place that she'd been forced to come to. She'd been over the Annex job for awhile. She'd been trying to fit herself into it, square peg into circle hole, but it wasn't working. It was all a big mess and she hated this apartment. She hated how low corners of it were, how small it felt.
There was already a hole in the drywall where she'd carved out the heart Floyd painted her. She'd seriously contemplated taking the whole mural down in pieces and reassembling it against canvas, but didn't have the time to redrywall the entire thing. Instead, she spackled the hole she had made, and called it done.
Movers had taken all the big furniture to a temporary place she'd rented. It was just a large studio, paid off to a Freeholder who owned the building to let her rent it out through January. Still on the east side, where she was comfortable. She and Floyd were already looking for a new place.
When the alarm went off, Etienne was pissed. She didn't want to deal with any of it. Floyd was passed out on the couch as she packed her books. "Fucking piece of shit." She got up off the floor and went to Floyd. "The fucking machine is having a bitchfit. I'll be downstairs." She pressed a kiss to his cheek, then headed down, through the shop and into the basement. She would be fucking glad when this was done. She might be stuck sitting down there for hours, waiting for everything to line up properly.