Sarah Manning (notacopy) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-06-10 22:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: cosima niehaus, character: sarah manning |
In the dead of night, I'm the only one here
Who: Cosima and Sarah, aka the current members of the Marrowood Clone Club
When: Tuesday, June 10th, afternoon
Where: The (marginally less creepy than before now that people have decided to dust it) Library
What: Sarah and Cosima discuss current events, their families, and how exactly they're going to deal with polyester sheets when they'd become so accustomed to a cotton blend.
Warnings: Inevitable language, but otherwise nothing, unless you are made uncomfortable by sister-bonding.
It was weird how, even thought they were no more than thirty minutes away from each other at any given time here in Marrowood, Sarah and Cosima seemed to fall into the same habits they'd adapted back home: Namely, they did a lot of chatting, but never really met up. Besides the few days she'd played reluctant and underqualified guard of the brains at the library, they hadn't really seen each other since she'd arrived.
Sarah knew that a lot of it was her fault. It was habit, by now, that when something scary and unexpected happened, she ran off to be by herself. She'd spent almost all of her free time wandering around the town, getting a basic idea of where she'd been brought, while simultaneously looking for something that would get them home. She hadn't been successful, but, given her track record, she was hardly surprised. Cosima was the one that had explained the clone thing to her, Cosima was the one that had figured out that Maggie Chen was a Prolethean, and Cosima was the one that had stopped her from signing her soul over to DYAD when she'd felt like she had no other choice. If any one was getting them out there, it sure as shite wasn't her.
By the time she'd made it back to the dusty library to find her fellow clone, she was feeling pretty guilty. How stupid was she, running around and trying to get back home, when Cosima was a world away from anything that could possibly get her better? She wasn't a problem solver, but she could offer up an extra set of eyes.
She stepped past the weird librarian and girl stacking books, rubbing the fading bruise around her eye (she was never stepping between a dude twiced her size and a demon possessed megabitch again) as she glanced between the stacks. She smirked when she spotted Cosima, books surrounding her as she banged her head against the wall.
"Good day, then?"