I hear myself take a deep breath and think I must've wanted it this way
Who: tom_hanniger, axemeaquestion
When: March 9th, almost late afternoon
Where: Jail
Summary: Rochelle finally decides to come visit Tom. It's not a happy occasion.
Warnings: Wangst, probably bad words.
What am I doing?
This is a bad idea.
... is what was repeating in Rochelle's thoughts over and over again the whole way to the city's jailhouse. She was visiting her killer. Her friend. Someone she thought was her friend.
Nowadays? She didn't know.
Tom was one of the first people she had ever met and made friends with in the Port. And being constantly almost going to die back home in her own world, he was the first one to kill her. Gabriel told her otherwise, told her things that where she come from would have a shit poor excuse. But here? It actually held some goddamn merit. Ro couldn't blame herself for second guessing her actions the entire trip there. But in the back of her mind she knew she had to see Tom face to face and find out for herself.
She might not have seen his face or heard her voice when she died. At least, not to her fuzzy memory. But she could remember one thing quite clearly. And that was what her powers told her. She sensed him. She had the ability long enough to treat it like a sixth sense. She trusted it as much as she did her own eyes, and she knew it was Tom that did it.
But that was why she was sitting in a lobby waiting for him. To look him in the eye and find out for herself if he did it. No more uncertainties, or so she hoped. The producer didn't know what she was going to do when she saw him, but she had a feeling this wasn't going to have a happy ending.
When: March 9th, almost late afternoon
Where: Jail
Summary: Rochelle finally decides to come visit Tom. It's not a happy occasion.
Warnings: Wangst, probably bad words.
What am I doing?
This is a bad idea.
... is what was repeating in Rochelle's thoughts over and over again the whole way to the city's jailhouse. She was visiting her killer. Her friend. Someone she thought was her friend.
Nowadays? She didn't know.
Tom was one of the first people she had ever met and made friends with in the Port. And being constantly almost going to die back home in her own world, he was the first one to kill her. Gabriel told her otherwise, told her things that where she come from would have a shit poor excuse. But here? It actually held some goddamn merit. Ro couldn't blame herself for second guessing her actions the entire trip there. But in the back of her mind she knew she had to see Tom face to face and find out for herself.
She might not have seen his face or heard her voice when she died. At least, not to her fuzzy memory. But she could remember one thing quite clearly. And that was what her powers told her. She sensed him. She had the ability long enough to treat it like a sixth sense. She trusted it as much as she did her own eyes, and she knew it was Tom that did it.
But that was why she was sitting in a lobby waiting for him. To look him in the eye and find out for herself if he did it. No more uncertainties, or so she hoped. The producer didn't know what she was going to do when she saw him, but she had a feeling this wasn't going to have a happy ending.