angelina johnson. (ehjohnson) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-09-14 11:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian pucey, angelina johnson |
Who: Angelina & Adrian
What: Planning revenge?
When: After work
Where: Outside, near the beach
Rating / Progress: Medium for possible swearing / In-progress
Lately, Angelina had been spending a lot of time alone. While she loved Katie and Alicia, she needed space to think. Helena had sent her into a fit of worry, and for hours of the past two weeks, Angelina could be found simply starting at her journal, or over to Helena's bed. When that worry settled, Angelina found herself being nagged by her baggage. The baggage which reminded her she was a liar, and had convinced Angelina it was her fault George strayed to Pansy. Oliver had done what he could to help, but it wasn't enough. Ange wasn't sure what would be enough, but she knew it started somewhere with George. With an apology, perhaps. Or maybe finding out if George really had known about it all along. She was a hypocrite; Angelina had been so upset he'd cheated on her, lied to her, kept something from her, and here she'd done in the same. It was similar, yes, but not the same in any regard. However, the baggage was telling Angelina is was worse than cheating.
After work, Angelina hadn't been able to return home. Helena was returning soon. Ange was excited for that. But with Helena came Fred. Right now, Angelina couldn't handle looking at reminder of George. A reminder of what she needed to do. Instead, Angelina had walked past her bungalow and settled down at the edge of the beach. Here she would find comfort. She could watch the waves crash against shore and by soothed by them. There was something intense about water, something that no hardships could take away. It was magical, really.
Ange put her arms behind her, and leaned back. Her thoughts drifted from the baggage, to her drinking, to her lying about drinking, to George, to Fred, and then back to Helena. Clenching her jaw, Ange felt the familiar fury rise inside of her. Who the hell did Bellatrix Lestrange think she was? Attacking a poor innocent girl. She deserved to be strung up for it, to be slaughtered, to be put through her own brand of torture. The sound of footsteps broke Angelina's concentration. Turning and straining to see what it was, Ange rose an eyebrow. So he was keeping true to his word. "Adrian," she greeted in a dry and empty voice, letting her gaze return to the ocean.