Worry Is Wasteful And Useless [ CLOSED ]
Characters: Aya Brea, Eve.
Content: After some time of avoidance, Aya finally brings herself to come face to face with Eve. Unfortunately, Eve is not the girl-or young woman-that she recently remembers. Awkward times are ahead.
Location: Pete’s Tavern Seventh Heaven.
Time of day: Mid-Morning.
Warnings: High chances of depressing and confusing things might occur.
The beams of morning shown over the crystallizing snow like sheens of glass, drawing out across the streets of the ruined city. This sight was an ironic familiarity to an abandoned Manhattan, leaving an echo with no sound of running engines or ringing cell phones, barking dogs, stray cats, hobos bargaining behind alleyways and dumpsters; the same old city smells of bakeries and restaurants and hotels that were always alive and running. No, all that remained was a dead zone, a forsaken place.
Aya tucked her hands in the pockets of her coat as she absentmindedly wandered the middle of the street, undeterred due to the absence of traffic. Her mind had wanted off into other thoughts and places so much that it didn’t even matter much to her at this point, or that she was so cold her fingers were shivering to the very marrow of her bones.
She just didn’t care. That entire night had been spent working at the precinct, cleaning the One Police Plaza, going back and forth, back and forth. Busywork. Busywork. Busywork. Keep your mind off of things. Try not to concern yourself with too much, not too much or you’ll have a meltdown. She had almost forgotten how much cleaning would rub her fingers raw. But it kept her busy, kept her going.
Things had gone from strange to beyond strange. A destroyed city and monsters were one thing. Aya had handled those before. People with powers, psychics, healers? A little out there, but okay, somehow Aya seemed willing to accept those things as well. But none of them had ever really concerned her on a personal level so much as this. None of that level of strangeness had hit her so close to home.
Perhaps Eve hadn’t noticed. Maybe the others did, how it was so much strange that Aya herself was shocked. She wasn’t ever one to brush aside Eve so easily, to hand her on to someone else just to find excuses to keep herself busy. Because Aya was busy. There was so much work to do, and that was an excuse to keep going. It was the only thing that kept her going when she began to doubt that she would ever hear Eve’s voice ever again. It still wasn’t like herself to brush aside others so lightly, let alone Eve.
But was she Eve?
A pang hit her in the gut as she realized what she had been thinking all the while, of what she had feared. Had they made more of them? Was she even the same Eve that she had been when Aya had rescued her from the Ark?
The door to the tavern creaked open, blowing an adjacent wind through for as short a time it had been ajar before Aya pulled herself through. She removed the scarf that had been snug around her neck and looked around the tavern. It’d been awhile since she came here, and figured that it was probably for the best that she take her time.
She hadn’t seen much of Eve these past few days. Eve might wonder why. Might think that Aya had abandoned her.
That’s not true and you know that.
Peeling the coat from her shoulders, Aya resigned it over one of the seats and sighed, grabbing one of the glasses from the counter and pouring herself some water. Her mind had been so preoccupied with other matters that she hadn’t brought herself to realize how parched she was. Cold weather or no, she had risked dehydrating herself nonetheless.
Still taking gulps, Aya’s eyes scanned the place for any of its occupants. None. While it was still early in the morning, she presumed most of them were at rest. She set down the glass, and inside figured that it was for the best that she not really make much noise.
So she just filled another glass of water, and took a seat on one of the bar stools midst the empty room.
Content: After some time of avoidance, Aya finally brings herself to come face to face with Eve. Unfortunately, Eve is not the girl-or young woman-that she recently remembers. Awkward times are ahead.
Location: Pete’s Tavern Seventh Heaven.
Time of day: Mid-Morning.
Warnings: High chances of depressing and confusing things might occur.
The beams of morning shown over the crystallizing snow like sheens of glass, drawing out across the streets of the ruined city. This sight was an ironic familiarity to an abandoned Manhattan, leaving an echo with no sound of running engines or ringing cell phones, barking dogs, stray cats, hobos bargaining behind alleyways and dumpsters; the same old city smells of bakeries and restaurants and hotels that were always alive and running. No, all that remained was a dead zone, a forsaken place.
Aya tucked her hands in the pockets of her coat as she absentmindedly wandered the middle of the street, undeterred due to the absence of traffic. Her mind had wanted off into other thoughts and places so much that it didn’t even matter much to her at this point, or that she was so cold her fingers were shivering to the very marrow of her bones.
She just didn’t care. That entire night had been spent working at the precinct, cleaning the One Police Plaza, going back and forth, back and forth. Busywork. Busywork. Busywork. Keep your mind off of things. Try not to concern yourself with too much, not too much or you’ll have a meltdown. She had almost forgotten how much cleaning would rub her fingers raw. But it kept her busy, kept her going.
Things had gone from strange to beyond strange. A destroyed city and monsters were one thing. Aya had handled those before. People with powers, psychics, healers? A little out there, but okay, somehow Aya seemed willing to accept those things as well. But none of them had ever really concerned her on a personal level so much as this. None of that level of strangeness had hit her so close to home.
Perhaps Eve hadn’t noticed. Maybe the others did, how it was so much strange that Aya herself was shocked. She wasn’t ever one to brush aside Eve so easily, to hand her on to someone else just to find excuses to keep herself busy. Because Aya was busy. There was so much work to do, and that was an excuse to keep going. It was the only thing that kept her going when she began to doubt that she would ever hear Eve’s voice ever again. It still wasn’t like herself to brush aside others so lightly, let alone Eve.
But was she Eve?
A pang hit her in the gut as she realized what she had been thinking all the while, of what she had feared. Had they made more of them? Was she even the same Eve that she had been when Aya had rescued her from the Ark?
The door to the tavern creaked open, blowing an adjacent wind through for as short a time it had been ajar before Aya pulled herself through. She removed the scarf that had been snug around her neck and looked around the tavern. It’d been awhile since she came here, and figured that it was probably for the best that she take her time.
She hadn’t seen much of Eve these past few days. Eve might wonder why. Might think that Aya had abandoned her.
That’s not true and you know that.
Peeling the coat from her shoulders, Aya resigned it over one of the seats and sighed, grabbing one of the glasses from the counter and pouring herself some water. Her mind had been so preoccupied with other matters that she hadn’t brought herself to realize how parched she was. Cold weather or no, she had risked dehydrating herself nonetheless.
Still taking gulps, Aya’s eyes scanned the place for any of its occupants. None. While it was still early in the morning, she presumed most of them were at rest. She set down the glass, and inside figured that it was for the best that she not really make much noise.
So she just filled another glass of water, and took a seat on one of the bar stools midst the empty room.