Catching Up
Characters: Phoenix (ecopiracy), Ashelin (nottheaveragekg)
Location: Deck 11 and so on and so on and so on
Date: Right now
Rating: PG13, probably for Ashelin's mouth.
Never a dull moment on the ship. Ashelin should have been thrilled with that. Something about the action as of late was tiring, obnoxious, and anything but wanted. On the other hand, she didn't want to be bored out of her skull. When she got bored, she got restless and she wanted to stir up trouble, which led to stupid ideas like trying to get on Captain Redd's bad side and piss him off. That wasn't happening again.
Ashelin Praxis had long decided she wanted to go see Torn. He stayed right across the way from her. There was no damn reason she couldn't pop over and spend more time there. She'd gone for months thinking about how different things would be if he was there. Now that he was, she wasn't being as forward as she had been before. Torn this, Torn that. Lots of Torn all over the place. Lucky guy had planted a permanent impression on her mind long ago. It just amplified and pulsated and thrived like... something that was thriving.
For what seemed like a few minutes, she waited in the corridor, the one that shared their rooms. Arms folded tightly over her chest, she looked like she was back to normal, no longer interested in covering up again. Just thoughtful. Excessively thoughtful, the one thing she really didn't want to be.
Location: Deck 11 and so on and so on and so on
Date: Right now
Rating: PG13, probably for Ashelin's mouth.
Never a dull moment on the ship. Ashelin should have been thrilled with that. Something about the action as of late was tiring, obnoxious, and anything but wanted. On the other hand, she didn't want to be bored out of her skull. When she got bored, she got restless and she wanted to stir up trouble, which led to stupid ideas like trying to get on Captain Redd's bad side and piss him off. That wasn't happening again.
Ashelin Praxis had long decided she wanted to go see Torn. He stayed right across the way from her. There was no damn reason she couldn't pop over and spend more time there. She'd gone for months thinking about how different things would be if he was there. Now that he was, she wasn't being as forward as she had been before. Torn this, Torn that. Lots of Torn all over the place. Lucky guy had planted a permanent impression on her mind long ago. It just amplified and pulsated and thrived like... something that was thriving.
For what seemed like a few minutes, she waited in the corridor, the one that shared their rooms. Arms folded tightly over her chest, she looked like she was back to normal, no longer interested in covering up again. Just thoughtful. Excessively thoughtful, the one thing she really didn't want to be.