Who: Julia Denning and Stefan Salvatore What: Julia takes a walk and talks with a friend When: Halloween Night Where: Along the prison perimeter Warning: To be added if necessary
Julia tilted her face up into the wind, the cool air adding faint color to her cheeks as she continued to walk forward, the tread of her boots making a soft hushing noise against the tall grass on this particularly quiet night. Though to be fair she could hear the beginning of Penny's Halloween party if she tried, mostly likely just starting to gain some real momentum as even the most reluctant of the prison residents started to drop in to see how the cafeteria had been transformed. Just this morning Julia had been in there with her, cutting out paper ghosts and hanging up colored streamers like everything was normal for once and the holidays were still something to be celebrated. Now though Julia felt shattered, the calm, polite exterior she'd adopted over the last year since her escape slowly fracturing from the hard and unexpected hit Gossip Girl had thrown at her. All her lies brought so firmly into the light that Julia could only weakly grasp at the flying threads and try to make things right. Try to explain when she'd promised herself and her husband once so long ago that she never would speak this truth.
She shivered slightly against the autumn breeze, loose curls dancing against her shoulders, hands tucking more firmly into the pockets of warmth underneath her arms as she continued walking. The secure shadowed lines of the prison on her left, the tall wall surrounding the perimeter on her right. It felt good to be out in the open, to escape the confining walls of the infirmary that had just started feeling like a home before everything suddenly came into question. Who she was? Why she'd lied? How could she expect patients to trust her again? And it hurt, being the one in the wrong. Not for the alleged crimes against her because she'd already told those who'd asked and would continue to say that she'd only done what she'd believed was right to save those children. But she was guilty of all her lies since and that was enough to make her waver, to pull her gaze back to the fence and ask herself if it wasn't better for everyone if she just disappeared now?
It wouldn't be the right choice she knew, people had already contacted her over the network saying just as much, but that didn't stop this feeling that she didn't deserve to be here, safe and surprisingly accepted, when everyone she'd known back in Cold Creek was gone. When Robert, the husband she'd been forced to part with for the sake of a mission, was most likely dead. And all the children she'd help saved were...
She took in a deep, slow breath and roughly wiped at the wet smudge on her right cheek, blinking hard as the cold air made her hazel eyes sting. Firmly reminding herself that everything was going to be fine. All she needed was a walk to clear her head and maybe some company to distract her. Luckily, soon she would have both.