Angst Happens
Who: Evey Hammond.
What: Being hormonal.
When: Evening.
Where: New York City
Interactions: Open, open, open! Women might be able to relate more to her, but men are certainly welcome as well! They might be freaked out by the tears though.
Warnings: Intense "separation issues", missing a certain vigilante & some X-rated words.
Evey forced herself to take a deep, shuddering breath.
She seldom felt so .. frightened & anxious & emotional she did now. Her last recollection was after she realized that V was the one who had been torturing her all along, and her near mental breakdown had only been stopped by a little bit of holding and a long time of standing in the rain. She had neither now, nothing to comfort her. Instead she sat on a curb in one of the business districts of Manhattan, hugging her knees to her chest.
People passed by, and she was dimly aware of the few strange looks she got. Then again, this was New York City. Stranger things had happened than a woman sitting alone, shoulders hunched, looking as though she was about to cry.
Starved lungs cried for air and she took a huge gasp of oxygen, her shoulders shaking slightly. Where was V? Where was home? No one she'd spoken to had ever heard of the Norsefire government, let alone the revolution. It was as though the world she'd known had disappeared, and V along with it. For a time, she'd found him here -- and then he was gone again, as though he was a ghost. With those thoughts racing a mile a minute, the first tear surprised her as it landed on the back of her hand.
It was as though the dam broke, and soon her shoulders were shaking with the suppressed sobs. Where was she supposed to go from here? What was her purpose? She was all alone in a strange town, without V to guide her and without a cause.
Why had she been brought here all alone?
What: Being hormonal.
When: Evening.
Where: New York City
Interactions: Open, open, open! Women might be able to relate more to her, but men are certainly welcome as well! They might be freaked out by the tears though.
Warnings: Intense "separation issues", missing a certain vigilante & some X-rated words.
Evey forced herself to take a deep, shuddering breath.
She seldom felt so .. frightened & anxious & emotional she did now. Her last recollection was after she realized that V was the one who had been torturing her all along, and her near mental breakdown had only been stopped by a little bit of holding and a long time of standing in the rain. She had neither now, nothing to comfort her. Instead she sat on a curb in one of the business districts of Manhattan, hugging her knees to her chest.
People passed by, and she was dimly aware of the few strange looks she got. Then again, this was New York City. Stranger things had happened than a woman sitting alone, shoulders hunched, looking as though she was about to cry.
Starved lungs cried for air and she took a huge gasp of oxygen, her shoulders shaking slightly. Where was V? Where was home? No one she'd spoken to had ever heard of the Norsefire government, let alone the revolution. It was as though the world she'd known had disappeared, and V along with it. For a time, she'd found him here -- and then he was gone again, as though he was a ghost. With those thoughts racing a mile a minute, the first tear surprised her as it landed on the back of her hand.
It was as though the dam broke, and soon her shoulders were shaking with the suppressed sobs. Where was she supposed to go from here? What was her purpose? She was all alone in a strange town, without V to guide her and without a cause.
Why had she been brought here all alone?