[Wriggle's been going over the information that was
passed around awhile ago for the past few days, thinking hard and staying quiet. Ever since Grady broke her legs, what little confidence she's gained when it comes to openly resisting Mayfield has been shot. It was a harsh lesson in her own apparent helplessness; sure, she's capable of living for centuries, is a lot tougher than the average human and can control insects to a deadly extent. "But none of that really matters here when it comes to fighting back, right? They can just take all power away again. It's pointless to keep trying." This thought has tried to drill itself over and over into her mind, and maybe it would have stuck for good if Wriggle was the same person now that she was when she first arrived in the town. And while she still has far to go, she remembers something important as she reads the papers for the hundredth time, a thought blooming into coherence in tandem with a risky, insane, yet strangely appealing idea; the real weaklings, the true useless ones, are those who fall down and stay there with their face in the dirt.
She swallows hard, shaking a little as a plan comes together within her mind in all its' impossible, terrifying detail. But when she picks up the phone ten minutes later, Wriggle's voice is light, easy, carefree- if anything, just a smidgeon too high in pitch.]
You know, I was just thinkin'.....before coming here, I didn't have a family, not one like most humans have with a mom and dad and stuff. And I didn't have that many friends either, 'cause it was pretty easy to make fun of me. Yet now I have both, an' a girlfriend even! It really amazes me when I stop to count up all my good luck. It wasn't easy- in fact, it hurt a whole bunch at times -but I think that just makes it worthwhile. For all the bad stuff Mayfield puts me an' everyone else through, I'm still happy to have those relationships. Maybe that's dumb an' selfish of me, but....it doesn't always feel that way.
I guess I'm tryin' to say I'm grateful, but it's not that, exactly? Maybe it just feels good knowing I learned how to trust people for real, if I need to. But at the same time, it also feels good knowing that I'm not just a burden anymore. And if- when I go home, that won't change about me.
......
Heh, sorry for going on like that. I musta bored anyone listenin' half to death.
[And a few hours after that, she'll be knocking on the door of the Smith household, a fake kiddy smile plastered on her face. C'mon out, "Billy". This bug girl's got a bone to pick with you.
ooc: second situation is locked to mods! wriggle why you do dis /)_(\ ]