WHO: Andrea Rojas WHAT: Her arrival. WHEN: Around midnight/1 am. WHERE Entrance to Lawrence Status: Closed/Unless someone wants to run into her? Ratings: PG
Andrea loved these shoes. The ones that were currently on her feet, pansy purple, and making her forget that she had toes, and an ankle that lead to skin rather than leather; these shoes were great shoes. They were Vince Camuto knock-offs because that was all that she could afford. Though, they didn't look it and without the flowers that lined the front, in the original, they looked professional. If a little impractical - but what did that matter for shoes? Or so she usually thought. Today had been a day to make her second-guess that. Nearly. She had thought running around in leather boots as a vigilante was bad. It said nothing for the organization and the constant up and down that went in organizing a fundraiser event. If it wasn't the fact that she still had a severe distaste of guns (she could joke about them now -- except when she really couldn't tolerate it but pretended indifference) Andrea could shoot herself for volunteering. For two reason: 1. Because there was always a step out the door for her. For all that she felt that she needed more to take on, more to do, more to give and less to take, this whole organization deal felt - like a sort of self-betrayal. Even for all the good she'd done part of the education program 2. The fundraiser joint with Acrata and she wasn't willing to touch that with a ten foot pole. Yet. At least not that intimately.
So, it was with a buzzing mind and tired feet that Andrea sat at her laptop, leaning down to tug off one of her newly beloved shoes.
It was in that position that she found herself out on the side of a road. Almost tumbling forward and side ways. Managing to only fall hard on her forearm thanks to hyperreflexes. Reflexes that saved her laptop. Again.
Again. It was a little niggle in the back of her mind that was momentarily set aside to sigh and slightly glare at her surroundings. She did not have time for this. Whatever this was that was starting to feel all too familiar. She should be panicking more. Andrea realized. Yet she wasn't. She wasn't even upset - which really as much as she'd improved at reigning her emotions wanting to hit things was pretty much a staple of her personality.
This was ... this was ... she turned and spotted the sign. And that's when it hit her. Not at all like a mack truck like some might describe it. It was more like a piercing headache. Then things were set. Mostly.
Andrea was glad - if that could have been the word for it - that she hadn't brushed aside that tiny feeling. That she hadn't marched forward in search of answer and listened to that infamous sixth sense that her abuela used to enjoy chatting about and had instead turned around. Because she would have missed that sign and then where she would have been?
In a world she had been in before, with a weird sense of deja vu, no memory, and hopefully avoiding the apocalypse? Ha! Chances were even if she hadn't 'suddenly' remembered it all would have come and found a way to bit her in el culo.
It was better this way. If it could be said to be better in any way. And it could. She was better prepared. Andrea was someone who liked that. She know, at least in relation to the world and the Seal, what she was in for. It was everything else that filled her with slight trepidation. She liked to believe that she had grown up a little in the two years that passed for her. Yet for a moment the insecurities washed over the front of her mind. The ones that had kept her private and keeping to herself the first time she was here. Habits were so easy to fall back on. The uncertainty of the next step left her wary and even a simple 'hello' could - She stopped that train of thought. Emotions and connections were one of the few things in life where she backed down. However, standing at the side of the road working worse case scenarios in her head wouldn't solve anything.
It was better to focus on the ... yeah, no. She hadn't managed to see how far the 'focusing on the positive' would take her here and back in the Slums she hadn't remembered enough to bother. Pessimism all the way! What was better was to focus on the fact that she was drawing attention by being the woman with one shoe. It sounded like a terrible headline.
Talking a quick breath, Andrea walked forward into the city. Preparing herself for a world that might have changed drastically without her.