aurora_is (aurora_is) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-11-21 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | aurora, cyclops, shadowcat |
Who: Aurora, Shadowcat and Cyclops.
What: She is having some issues. Per usual.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Haven
Warnings: TBD
Click, click, click, click.
She has always liked clocks and being on-time and knowing the exact time at any given second. Always, always. She has always liked being precise and she knows she has always been a bit obsessive-compulsive about time in that way. Being late has only ever made her anxious and being early has her feeling safe, safe, safe. So when she runs late to an appointment with a therapist that early that morning she blames a clock that she had been using to measure time before she left that morning.
It's one that's been hanging in the kitchen for ages now and it's probably old, old, old. Not hers to be sure but she has it cracked open on the kitchen table with all it's old gears showing as she tries desperately to fix the way it runs so she won't ever be late again. It's kind of dumb and some part of her thinks it is an utter waste of time but another part of her, the OCD part (Jeanne, not Aurora) doesn't care.
Click, click... click...
She sits up quick and makes a terrible face as she throws down the screwdriver in her hand. It falls onto the table with a loud clank and then the kitchen is quiet again save for her small sniffles. Once. Twice. Three times and she wipes away tears rolling down her cheeks.