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goneawayworld2020-12-29 01:59 am
ownperson) wrote in goneawayworld2020-12-29 01:59 am
Entry tags:
Being Alone
Who: South and anyone who encounters her
What: South trying to avoid everyone and her problems at once, and failing
Where: Various places on the Rig
When: Several days after South and York's arrivals
Warnings/Notes: None up front
South’s not really used to being alone, not really. Growing up with a twin you can’t shake for trying does that to a person, she supposes. As much as she resents it, resents him, it’s… a difficult adjustment, to make, one made infinitely harder by her lack of anywhere else to turn.
Turns out pissing off everyone you know from home is a poor choice, who’d’ve thunk it, huh?
Dealing with things in a healthy manner isn’t one of South’s strong suits, so rather than doing so she decides the best course of action is to simply avoid anywhere she might encounter her brother or get into another fight with Washington (he’s more than capable of handing her ass to her on a silver platter and she’s getting tired of it, if she’s honest) or have to deal with York (who’s just a pain in the ass, really).
For days, rather than get involved in anything festive or going out of her way to get to know the other New Hires, South spends her time in a few places:
a) On the Top Deck, which she finds supremely uncomfortable thanks to the daytime heat, but it also means most people won’t appear to bother her, so she considers it a fair trade. Sat near the edge, she sits and watches the fucked-up world outside and finds that it is possible to miss home, even when home sucks too.
Of course, it’s not a fool proof plan. When someone does come by and join her, she sighs to herself, but comments, “Weird fucking view, huh?”
b) In the Training Area, where she spends all of her time whaling on punching bags, lifting weights, running, or beating up training droids violently enough to break a couple. She could request her equipment but she’s not training to train, she’s there to exert restless energy and rage without directing it at the poor fucks around her. Easier to focus on the feeling of punching something than on your emotional turmoil!
The sound of someone coming up behind her makes her pivot, fist raised— but she holds back and huffs, instead, rolling her shoulders as her arm falls. “Watch it. Unless you wanna get hit, stay the fuck back.”
c) She wanders the gardens, the once, because even South sometimes needs somewhere relatively quiet to go. She’s not looking for anyone; quite the opposite, really, she just wants to get away from everything else for a while.
Unfortunately for her, she’s not the only one. Fortunately for whoever else she encounters, she’s at her least combative down here and simply says, “Kinda nice in here. Don’t remember the last time I saw so many fuckin’ plants.”
d) The Mess, is one of the few times she can’t get around communing with the group, but even during their shifts there the she tries her best to keep to herself by sitting as close to alone as she physically can. Perched at the ends of tables, not looking anyone in the eye, but occasionally glancing up at the sound of familiar voices before setting her gaze firmly back on her plate.
When someone sits nearby, she rolls her eyes and swallows her mouthful of food. “There’s other open seats, y’know.”
What: South trying to avoid everyone and her problems at once, and failing
Where: Various places on the Rig
When: Several days after South and York's arrivals
Warnings/Notes: None up front
South’s not really used to being alone, not really. Growing up with a twin you can’t shake for trying does that to a person, she supposes. As much as she resents it, resents him, it’s… a difficult adjustment, to make, one made infinitely harder by her lack of anywhere else to turn.
Turns out pissing off everyone you know from home is a poor choice, who’d’ve thunk it, huh?
Dealing with things in a healthy manner isn’t one of South’s strong suits, so rather than doing so she decides the best course of action is to simply avoid anywhere she might encounter her brother or get into another fight with Washington (he’s more than capable of handing her ass to her on a silver platter and she’s getting tired of it, if she’s honest) or have to deal with York (who’s just a pain in the ass, really).
For days, rather than get involved in anything festive or going out of her way to get to know the other New Hires, South spends her time in a few places:
a) On the Top Deck, which she finds supremely uncomfortable thanks to the daytime heat, but it also means most people won’t appear to bother her, so she considers it a fair trade. Sat near the edge, she sits and watches the fucked-up world outside and finds that it is possible to miss home, even when home sucks too.
Of course, it’s not a fool proof plan. When someone does come by and join her, she sighs to herself, but comments, “Weird fucking view, huh?”
b) In the Training Area, where she spends all of her time whaling on punching bags, lifting weights, running, or beating up training droids violently enough to break a couple. She could request her equipment but she’s not training to train, she’s there to exert restless energy and rage without directing it at the poor fucks around her. Easier to focus on the feeling of punching something than on your emotional turmoil!
The sound of someone coming up behind her makes her pivot, fist raised— but she holds back and huffs, instead, rolling her shoulders as her arm falls. “Watch it. Unless you wanna get hit, stay the fuck back.”
c) She wanders the gardens, the once, because even South sometimes needs somewhere relatively quiet to go. She’s not looking for anyone; quite the opposite, really, she just wants to get away from everything else for a while.
Unfortunately for her, she’s not the only one. Fortunately for whoever else she encounters, she’s at her least combative down here and simply says, “Kinda nice in here. Don’t remember the last time I saw so many fuckin’ plants.”
d) The Mess, is one of the few times she can’t get around communing with the group, but even during their shifts there the she tries her best to keep to herself by sitting as close to alone as she physically can. Perched at the ends of tables, not looking anyone in the eye, but occasionally glancing up at the sound of familiar voices before setting her gaze firmly back on her plate.
When someone sits nearby, she rolls her eyes and swallows her mouthful of food. “There’s other open seats, y’know.”
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He offers her a spade. "If you would like to plant, or move earth, there is plenty of work to be done. I'm Loken."
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"You broke that fucker's face?" South hasn't been here long enough to be subjected to more than a few of the mandatory training sessions with Planker, but that's all she needs to have experienced to say, "Don't even have to know what happened there to know he deserved that."
She eyes the spade for a moment, her arms still folded and her foot tapping, before she takes it. "Sure, why the fuck not. Not got anything better to do. Point me wherever."
It'll keep her hands busy and stop her wandering aimlessly for a while, at least.
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He takes a moment to look up and smile briefly at her. It's obvious he doesn't do it much. It doesn't look forced as much as... an emotion he hasn't done much recently, for whatever reason.
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There's a split second where South doesn't really seem to know how to react at all to even such a simple gesture as a smile, before she manages to give a kind of awkward one in return.
Pissing off everyone you know doesn't tend to earn such gestures. She's a little out of practice.
"Uh, yeah, sure, easy enough," she says, shaking it off and starting to help dig where it's needed.
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"It is nice to build, make, or plant something sometimes."
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"Never really been the type. Or not had the time," South says, eyes on the ground as she fills sacking with what she digs up as Loken had. "Last place I was at, we had barely a free minute to do anything. Always training. Didn't bother me, really, but..."
She shrugs. She'd be off in the training area now if people she was avoiding hadn't been there this time, hence: gardens. Actually having something to do down here helps just as much as the relative calm.
"This isn't so bad."
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"Ain't that the fuckin' truth. I'd say I didn't pin you as a soldier but even as a joke that'd be blatant bullshit," she says with a little snort. "Anyway, yeah. You're right. I can actually... kinda see the appeal."
It's not an expression of such control that South would ever gravitate towards on her own, but she has always appreciated moments and actions in which she can regain control over something.
Usually such moments and actions are destructive, rather than constructive. This makes a change. A needed change, especially after the last few days.
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He looks around with a scowl, detecting a few non-new hires within listening distance. "If our hosts will permit it."
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"I'd say the worst they can do is say no, but..." She raises her eyebrows like 'well'.
Almost unconsciously, she scratches her neck.
"Nice idea, though, if they let you," she says, hand dropping back to the spade. "Guess if they do and you need a hand... well, I'm not gonna make fuckin' promises, anything could fuckin' happen, but ask me and the worst thing I'll do is say no."
She shrugs. Figures it doesn't hurt to make the offer. This isn't so bad and she prefers to be active, but she can only spend so long in the training area.