[Location: Sanctuary For All] & [Visual: Accidental]
Tracy was just starting to get a feel for this strange, new place. She had made a few connections, chatted with a couple of people from back home, and done a bit of exploring on her own. True to the promises of others, there didn't seem to be a way to leave. However, as the days began to pass, Tracy found herself uncertain if she even wanted to leave.
It was odd, feeling complacent about something after fighting everything in her life for so long. Yet here, she felt it. It wasn't that sense of belonging that she'd been searching for back home, nor was it helping anyone - besides maybe herself with a brand, new life - but it was a change. And slowly but surely she was realizing that change wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Sometimes, though, change isn't necessarily for the best. Sometimes it's too soon. Too much. This time proved much the same as Tracy went to sleep with the strange feeling of peace in her heart and woke up, some hours later, with tears wetting her pillow and a sob sounding in her throat.
The pain of losing someone, the agony of not being able to stop the horrors in life from taking yet another victim, was all-encompassing and far more than she could bear. She could still smell Jeremy's burnt flesh and still see the patches on his face where the skin had been peeled away by the concrete.
She rolled toward her bedside table, still half-asleep, hand reaching out for the light. She didn't move anymore than she had to out of fear that she would become ill if she did. Instead she closed her eyes as light flooded her room and tried to swallow down on the tears that had begun seeping into her skin before they could trickle fully down her cheeks.
Her hands, pressed tightly against her eyes, turned to liquid. Her arms quickly followed suit. Staring at them bleakly for a second, Tracy finally gave a heavy sigh and allowed her ability to take over. It wasn't until her body was nothing more than a surging mass of liquid that her gaze finally fell to the tablet beside her bed. It was on, she realized dimly. People might be able to hear. See. Know.
Then she splashed to the floor in a large, violent puddle and decided she didn't give a damn. She just wanted to stop hurting, if only for a while.
[ooc: tracy has been canon-bumped to strange attractors!]
It was odd, feeling complacent about something after fighting everything in her life for so long. Yet here, she felt it. It wasn't that sense of belonging that she'd been searching for back home, nor was it helping anyone - besides maybe herself with a brand, new life - but it was a change. And slowly but surely she was realizing that change wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Sometimes, though, change isn't necessarily for the best. Sometimes it's too soon. Too much. This time proved much the same as Tracy went to sleep with the strange feeling of peace in her heart and woke up, some hours later, with tears wetting her pillow and a sob sounding in her throat.
The pain of losing someone, the agony of not being able to stop the horrors in life from taking yet another victim, was all-encompassing and far more than she could bear. She could still smell Jeremy's burnt flesh and still see the patches on his face where the skin had been peeled away by the concrete.
She rolled toward her bedside table, still half-asleep, hand reaching out for the light. She didn't move anymore than she had to out of fear that she would become ill if she did. Instead she closed her eyes as light flooded her room and tried to swallow down on the tears that had begun seeping into her skin before they could trickle fully down her cheeks.
Her hands, pressed tightly against her eyes, turned to liquid. Her arms quickly followed suit. Staring at them bleakly for a second, Tracy finally gave a heavy sigh and allowed her ability to take over. It wasn't until her body was nothing more than a surging mass of liquid that her gaze finally fell to the tablet beside her bed. It was on, she realized dimly. People might be able to hear. See. Know.
Then she splashed to the floor in a large, violent puddle and decided she didn't give a damn. She just wanted to stop hurting, if only for a while.
[ooc: tracy has been canon-bumped to strange attractors!]