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sirenspull_logs2012-03-28 05:52 pm
fridgetothefire) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-28 05:52 pm
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[OPEN] She took the train through the city at dawn
Who: Anya Lehnsherr and YOU
When: Anytime from this week!
Where: All over! Fred's hotel, the mall, the Port library, the towers, or just exploring the different sectors of the city.
Summary: Anya is meeting people and getting to know her new home.
Warnings: None so far.
Old habits die hard. She still tries to make herself inconspicuous, still hunches herself into small and unremarkable shadows, still slips along the edges of crowds. She's quiet and subtle and she doesn't draw attention to herself. But the longer she stays in the city, the more open she becomes. However briefly, she has her own job and her own apartment, space for her and her alone. The rare times she's spoken to people on the network - they listened. She feels almost like she's floating when she walks; she catches herself beaming at strangers as she wanders through the Port's streets.
She pours over books in the library, or at her desk at work in Fred's hotel when the phones are quiet. She spends the occasional night in the mall, just wondering at all the things she could buy with money of her very own, even though she spends only very sparingly. And in the evenings after work, sometimes she puts on soft music, and dances and dances and dances around the small, private haven of her crummy, temporary apartment until she falls on her bed in exhaustion, and sleeps without dreams.
When: Anytime from this week!
Where: All over! Fred's hotel, the mall, the Port library, the towers, or just exploring the different sectors of the city.
Summary: Anya is meeting people and getting to know her new home.
Warnings: None so far.
Old habits die hard. She still tries to make herself inconspicuous, still hunches herself into small and unremarkable shadows, still slips along the edges of crowds. She's quiet and subtle and she doesn't draw attention to herself. But the longer she stays in the city, the more open she becomes. However briefly, she has her own job and her own apartment, space for her and her alone. The rare times she's spoken to people on the network - they listened. She feels almost like she's floating when she walks; she catches herself beaming at strangers as she wanders through the Port's streets.
She pours over books in the library, or at her desk at work in Fred's hotel when the phones are quiet. She spends the occasional night in the mall, just wondering at all the things she could buy with money of her very own, even though she spends only very sparingly. And in the evenings after work, sometimes she puts on soft music, and dances and dances and dances around the small, private haven of her crummy, temporary apartment until she falls on her bed in exhaustion, and sleeps without dreams.
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...yeah, okay, she's a teeny bit starstruck.
"I hope he comes back." She's heard enough about how the Port works to know it's pretty much possible no matter what. She reaches over and gives Fred's hand what she hopes is a comforting squeeze.
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"He should be home. He was happier there. And I don't think he knew what happened to me." Fred meant her own death. When Spike was here, he wasn't secretive about where he was. Fred was pretty sure they were from the same time. Then again, all it took was less than a week for her to be home and die.
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"It couldn't be that hard. Especially if you helped Supernaturals and new comers. Could actually use one right about now."
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"But thank you. Maybe when the hotel is more on it's feet, and I'm settled, and know more about all the different peoples here..." It might be really cool to look into. "What kinds of things did you do, anyway?"
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"We helped the helpless. Whatever they needed."
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"Well, who was your favorite...uh...case?"
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"We spent a long time on the Apocalypse. I liked being the head of the science department when we moved to the law firm."
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"Science is one of my favorite things about being here. People have discovered so much in the last thirty years."
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"Did you work with the sciences?"
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Anya finds a table and makes a small, silly, deliberately formal show of a pulling out a chair for Fred, melodrama and whimsy seamlessly melded together.
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At the gesture, Fred sat with a laugh. She really liked the girl and it made her smile. Looking back at her, Fred gestured at the spot across from her. "Why thank you."
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"And yeah, I did. It just sort of...seemed the thing to do, especially when I was younger. I had a lot of time, and machines were so interesting and useful." And sometimes it would make Dad smile, to see her fiddling with them; later on she needed to build things just to get past the technical barriers he set up around their house.
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"That's awesome! I mean, too bad you had to, but still. Pretty cool."
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"I'm not that amazing."