Val Mathers (val_in_motion) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2015-10-22 11:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 004, val |
Who: Val
Where: Laundry room
When: Afternoon
Despite feeling pissed and out of sorts about the whole situation, today had actually helped to mentally stabilize Val. Getting the athletic clothes and shoes (which were pretty damn perfect, in her opinion), plus the opportunity to stretch her muscles and maybe even show off a little on that obstacle course had been somewhat therapeutic. She hadn't been thinking of what that arena could be used for in the future or working herself up about the level of control their overseers had over them; no, she was rooted firmly in the present. It felt like it had been so long, too long even since she'd had a proper workout. Not anymore, though. As long as she had these clothes and shoes, she would make sure to keep up her physical training.
By the time all was said and done in the arena, Val was exhausted. It felt good, and she definitely felt like celebrating, an attitude she sensed wouldn't go over well with her fellow captives. A part of her wanted to shout at them to cheer up and be proud of what they'd accomplished, whether with help or not. While the course hadn't been too terribly challenging for her, she thought that most of her fellows should be proud of the fact that they'd made it through, regardless of how long it had taken them. She had, at least, realized that saying as much might not go over well, so she kept the thought to herself.
And that was a whole other kind of frustrating. She wasn't used to censoring herself, to holding herself back socially. She was a happy person, generally, and despite the circumstances, she actually wanted to find things to be happy about here. There were so many unknowns, particularly what the whole point of this thing was, what their end game might be. And that was just it: they didn't know, had no way of knowing, and had no way of escape. So, why stress about it? Why not just enjoy the little luxuries they had here, do whatever tests were thrown their way, and hope that eventually they would gain their freedom?
Which, she knew, was a thought that likely wouldn't be well received either.
Val had no interest in the town. Why would she when things were just so comfortable at the mansion? Besides, there seemed to be a handful of people willing to take the risk of exploring the run-down town, so she saw no reason to join them. And so, when the elevator released them into City Hall, she just made her way back to the mansion, her old clothes in the duffle bag, which was slung over her shoulder. Her muscles protested the hike back after so much activity, but she'd pushed through.
Once back at the mansion, she'd lingered in the kitchen, making herself a salad, certain her stomach wouldn't be able to handle anything heavier than that after all the activity. And then she took her food to the laundry room, thinking how nice it would be to have clean clothes. Sure, the athletic wear they'd been given that morning had been clean, but it didn't feel that way now. Of course, her jeans were still in her room upstairs, she remembered as she'd opened the duffle bag to get started. It was no trouble to head upstairs and get it, and soon she was back in the laundry room.
Although she knew it would be more efficient to wash both sets of clothes at once, Val wasn't confident enough in her fellow residents to hang out naked. And so, despite her mother's voice in her head chastising her for wasting water, she washed her original clothes first.
Doing laundry had to be one of the most boring tasks in the world, she thought as she sat perched on the counter, eating her salad. And it gave her way too much time to think. Speculating on why they were all here wasn't going to do anyone any good, even if she did want to know as much as everyone else. The Serenity Prayer came to mind then, and Val sighed as she mentally recited it.
No, this certainly didn't seem to be something she could change, and so Val said a quick prayer for serenity. Later, when she found the bar tucked away off the kitchen, she had to wonder if God actually was in the business of answering prayers.