Vera Parker Leigh is not Jenny anymore (wantedthislife) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-04-13 15:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | clint barton, vera parker leigh |
Who: Vera and Open
What: Vera's hanging out and thinking about life in the prison
When: Today
Where: The prison cafeteria
Warnings: No
Vera had been extra busy lately. There was a new little girl in the prison and Julia trusted Vera to watch her. She was adorable and so cute and Vera liked hanging out with Phill even though she couldn't communicate with her as effectively as some others could. Between babysitting the little girl, her housekeeping chores and reading Spencer's textbooks Vera's days were pretty well filled. Of course there was always time to be spent wiling away the hours playing Uno with Jill. These were all wonderful distractions from the terrible dark cloud hanging over the prison.
Glory. Her name alone woke up nerve endings that the fourteen year old didn't even know that she had. She had never seen Glory but had been so close to her at one point. So close she could have reached out and touched the hell goddess, maybe distracted her from Jessica long enough to... get them both killed. No. She understood that vampire Jessica had pushed Vera in that closet for a reason. Because she wanted her to live and that made her like Jessica and everything but what Jess hadn't thought about was that as a vampire she was much more likely to survive the apocalypse than a mute normal girl was.
For a time Vera had felt very safe at the prison. And she still did in the sense that she knew that the grown ups around her would do anything to protect her. That had already been proven. But sometimes the monsters were more deadly than the grown ups. And even if the grown ups, The Council wanted to protect the citizens of the prison from Glory the plain fact was that they couldn't. She could come in here again. She could kill Julia or Jill or Adrian or Matt. She could kill Connor or Natasha or Phill. She could kill Erica and her cute little baby Boyd. She could do anything she wanted because she was a hell god.
The grown ups said that Faith was out looking for weapons to help them kill Glory but Vera knew that was a lie. She had seen the way Connor was slinking around. The look on his face. She could see the worry in his eyes, the anger and hurt and betrayal. It wasn't just him either. There were no weapons to kill Glory. While the rest of the prison may have believed the lie, Vera was extra observant and she moved around the prison invisible to most.
She wanted to be strong, to be brave. She didn't want to be scared. She wanted to be an adult, to be treated like an adult. That meant that she had to be brave. It was hard enough for the adults to do it and even harder for a girl who had always felt small even as she grew into a young woman.
With her sketchbook on one of the tables she sat in the cafeteria and drew as she munched on some stale pretzels.