Candy Quackenbush can walk on water. (toitshour) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2010-06-07 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | candy quackenbush, eliot spencer |
Who: Candy Quackenbush and anyone at the hospital who wants to see her.
What: Stress relief.
When: After Eliot's come back from his ass-kickery.
Where: The roof of Desert Springs Hospital.
Warnings: Yes.
Nathan was with Sam, as he should be. Eliot was out kicking ass, or he'd come back, she wasn't sure. Iggy was with Sam too, and Candy didn't know where Sophie was. Either way, Candy had a moment to breathe. Her bare feet went to the elevator, punching the highest number available. Twelve stories would be pushing her luck for what she had planned, but she could make do. Her toes curled against her bare feet due to the cool floor of the elevator. Her little black dress was a little dirty due to riding in the ambulance and her hair had fallen out of the bun she'd worn it in for the wedding. It hung down around her shoulders, and she knew her makeup was probably smudged. It didn't really matter; she just wanted to be alone for a while. She didn't care too much how she looked, and at a hospital, nobody would question a girl looking lost and sad.
The breeze on the roof was warm, and reminded her that she was in the desert. Her heart ached for Nathan, Sophie as well. Their day had been ruined by the callous lack of care from one drunken idiot. And Sam. She'd wept for him quietly, when nobody was around. Losing a year - especially a year where so much had happened - it just wasn't fair. He deserved to remember Iggy. He deserved to remember Eliot. And even though this meant that Sam wasn't mad at her for being with Eliot, it wasn't fair to any of them. She felt at fault. If he hadn't been outside, if he hadn't been mad at her, if she hadn't leaned over to kiss Eliot's cheek at the reception, maybe Sam would be okay.
She moved to the edge of the building, climbing up so she was on the edge. The concrete was rough against her palms and feet, but soon she was standing, looking out at the twinkling lights of the strip. Her eyes closed, and she hoped that nobody was at Sam's window. She took one step and closed her eyes, feeling herself fall. The wind whipped her hair, and as she descended, she murmured her spell. The glyph formed almost instantly - she'd gotten faster and faster the more she'd practiced, and she grunted in surprise as solid light buoyed her aloft. Flipping as the glyph formed, she whooped, feeling herself ascend. The craft shimmered, made of words made into light, and she was glad it had a roof. She continued to spin, giggling at her own playfulness, feeling the stress leave her muscles. She did easy loop-the-loops, and for about ten minutes, felt peaceful.
Landing the glyph on the roof, she let it sit for a moment. She'd nicked a guard's cigarettes while he wasn't looking, and she returned to sit on the edge, lighting one and blowing a smoke ring.