CHARACTERS: Rey and YOU. LOCATION: Oxygen Garden. WARNINGS: Potential violent flashbacks? SUMMARY: Some silly amnesiac takes a gander at the gardens. Insert prose here.
Scratch that-- Jack hated it. There were no trees along the streets of Derse. No flowers, no grass, no plants, just endless the paved roads of dark purple, winding and twisting into themselves like an Escher painting. It's not like anything could grow there anyway. The blackness of the Ring offered no warmth, and Skaia was barely a speck in the distance. The people of Derse had little use for sure frivolous things anyway.
But that wasn't really why Jack hated plants. It was more to do with that time one tried to eat him. Twice. He swore it was the same fucking plant.
That was probably why he decided to start hacking away at some of the stupid-dumb plant life. It was cathartic and distracting and that was good enough for him. He definitely needed something to take his mind off his other worries. It was overgrown anyway. Fuckers in charge should've be paying him for this, he was trimming the fuck out of this mess.
He didn't see her enter, but he could faintly smell her, even if it was
( ... )
The hacking sounds had been obvious immediately upon entering. That much she couldn't mistake, either. Her senses, dull as they were upon awakening, had sharpened to the point of a needle and where even the leaky faucet in the bathroom tended to set her off at night.
This was not a dream. She was awake now, with the name and that memory of the toe tag still fresh in her memory. She clung to it, but also the present. In this moment, there was someone tearing away here. Possibly armed. Who knew?
She wasn't willing to take any chances.
Her steps became more cautious as she quietly stalked around the foliage. After awhile, she started following the very clear path of fallen plants. Someone had seriously gone to town here.
That someone was eventually standing in front of her, at the end of the path of fallen plants. She stood there, straight-faced, straight-lipped, her eyes not sharing the slightest response when her voice might as well have carried a shrug: "I'm sure there are better ways to blow off steam."
Jack stared back at her for a moment, white eyes narrowed. She was completely, utterly unfamiliar. That annoyed him more than he'd admit. Another person on this stupid fucking spaceship with no fucking collar. Maybe he was the only one here, and he sure as fuck didn't like that idea. There had to be at least one person he could look out for that didn't already hate his guts, anyone-- he just needed a reason to keep going.
He hacked off another long vine beside him, scowling. "It was overgrown to shit. What, do you have a problem with that?" Probably. I mean, he was kind of being an ass about it. Leaving all these dead plants lying around. Too bad Jack didn't actually care about common courtesy.
"Why don't you mind your own business, kid? I'll blow off steam however the fuck I want!"
To her, everything was unfamiliar. This may have been the same for some, though they came to the station with basic memories that had extended beyond the first day or so prior to their arrival here. Maybe it'd be different, and less frustrating, if things didn't come to her in brief, incoherent flashes. Maybe then, it'd actually mean something to her.
Either way, there must've been something wrong with her just then. There she was, standing in front of an angry, dog-looking person carrying a sharp object, and she honestly couldn't care less, or feel threatened. Perhaps she was used to it. Was that how it worked?
"Honestly, I don't really care what you do to the plant life around here, or how you go about blowing off your steam. But it wouldn't be very pleasant for someone to walk by and get cut on accident with you swinging that thing around."
Ariadne hadn't planned on making a trek to the garden. But when she spotted it on the map, she knew, she should at least check it out. It could possibly offer some change in scenery after all. Other then the cold metal she was surrounded by now - it would be a nice change.
Sketchbook in hand, her eyes scanning over everything with an appreciative smile as she entered the space. It was a thing of beauty to her, all the lushness and tranquility it seemed to posses.
Her eyes stopping though on a woman, the one from her post to the community - the one with the lack of memories. "Hey." She called out hesitantly towards her as she slowly started to close the space between them.
"Small world huh?" She said then, letting a hint of amusement come out at her words. Just trying to make the small talk needed to put the other woman (whose name she had yet to know) at ease.
She had decided that she would stay here awhile, letting her thoughts stew in the silence and was intervened only by the occasional voice or the buzzing of insects
( ... )
Her weight shifting ever so much from one leg to the other, as a slightly awkward silence fell between the two - not out of rudeness of course, but out of uncertainty more or less. As even Ariadne, who wanted to think, she usually could find the right words for most occasions. Found that in all honesty, even she didn’t know what to say for a moment. As it was obvious to Ariadne, she possibly was interrupting something.
"Don't think I caught you're name last time we talked." She calmly pointed out, flashing a slightly brighter smile. All in hopes of gaining the woman’s trust, as she honestly just wanted to make some headway with the woman.
"And you're right, not that many of us here." She admitted then, shrugging a shoulder slightly as she did. "But I guess that is okay." As the idea of there being thousands - as to which it seemed this ship appeared to be able to carry - slightly worried her.
Seeing that Ariadne had caught on to her disinclination to reveal her present state, she had made an effort on a few occasions to avoid introductions whenever possible. It almost seemed to be a relief to finally have something to offer -- whether if it was real or not.
Rey shrugged, almost reflecting Ariadne's gesture. "I guess." Almost an echo. "Though it seems like this ship was intended to carry a lot more."
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Scratch that-- Jack hated it. There were no trees along the streets of Derse. No flowers, no grass, no plants, just endless the paved roads of dark purple, winding and twisting into themselves like an Escher painting. It's not like anything could grow there anyway. The blackness of the Ring offered no warmth, and Skaia was barely a speck in the distance. The people of Derse had little use for sure frivolous things anyway.
But that wasn't really why Jack hated plants. It was more to do with that time one tried to eat him. Twice. He swore it was the same fucking plant.
That was probably why he decided to start hacking away at some of the stupid-dumb plant life. It was cathartic and distracting and that was good enough for him. He definitely needed something to take his mind off his other worries. It was overgrown anyway. Fuckers in charge should've be paying him for this, he was trimming the fuck out of this mess.
He didn't see her enter, but he could faintly smell her, even if it was ( ... )
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This was not a dream. She was awake now, with the name and that memory of the toe tag still fresh in her memory. She clung to it, but also the present. In this moment, there was someone tearing away here. Possibly armed. Who knew?
She wasn't willing to take any chances.
Her steps became more cautious as she quietly stalked around the foliage. After awhile, she started following the very clear path of fallen plants. Someone had seriously gone to town here.
That someone was eventually standing in front of her, at the end of the path of fallen plants. She stood there, straight-faced, straight-lipped, her eyes not sharing the slightest response when her voice might as well have carried a shrug: "I'm sure there are better ways to blow off steam."
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He hacked off another long vine beside him, scowling. "It was overgrown to shit. What, do you have a problem with that?" Probably. I mean, he was kind of being an ass about it. Leaving all these dead plants lying around. Too bad Jack didn't actually care about common courtesy.
"Why don't you mind your own business, kid? I'll blow off steam however the fuck I want!"
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Either way, there must've been something wrong with her just then. There she was, standing in front of an angry, dog-looking person carrying a sharp object, and she honestly couldn't care less, or feel threatened. Perhaps she was used to it. Was that how it worked?
"Honestly, I don't really care what you do to the plant life around here, or how you go about blowing off your steam. But it wouldn't be very pleasant for someone to walk by and get cut on accident with you swinging that thing around."
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Sketchbook in hand, her eyes scanning over everything with an appreciative smile as she entered the space. It was a thing of beauty to her, all the lushness and tranquility it seemed to posses.
Her eyes stopping though on a woman, the one from her post to the community - the one with the lack of memories. "Hey." She called out hesitantly towards her as she slowly started to close the space between them.
"Small world huh?" She said then, letting a hint of amusement come out at her words. Just trying to make the small talk needed to put the other woman (whose name she had yet to know) at ease.
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"Don't think I caught you're name last time we talked." She calmly pointed out, flashing a slightly brighter smile. All in hopes of gaining the woman’s trust, as she honestly just wanted to make some headway with the woman.
"And you're right, not that many of us here." She admitted then, shrugging a shoulder slightly as she did. "But I guess that is okay." As the idea of there being thousands - as to which it seemed this ship appeared to be able to carry - slightly worried her.
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Seeing that Ariadne had caught on to her disinclination to reveal her present state, she had made an effort on a few occasions to avoid introductions whenever possible. It almost seemed to be a relief to finally have something to offer -- whether if it was real or not.
Rey shrugged, almost reflecting Ariadne's gesture. "I guess." Almost an echo. "Though it seems like this ship was intended to carry a lot more."
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