bien mal acquis ne profite jamais
A girl's got a right to complain. It's practically God-given. Men, on the whole, I've found to be stubborn, overemotional, hard-headed and cowardly crybabies- and it's hard to get a message through thick skulls like that. If we didn't push and prod or use our feminine wiles, I can assure you that humankind would not have made it to where we are today. The trick is simply to find that balance, to keep from being a nag, but to still appear needy enough that men feel like they're the bigger person, doing all of us girls a favor. People say I whine, but really, it's just a game.
All in all, things could be worse. I know that. Of course I know that.
It had taken Faye the greater part of a day to find a secluded part of the jungle, far enough from the majority of islanders but close enough to a callbox in the event something went wrong. Increasingly over the weeks, she'd found that the crowd was starting to get to her, more than almost anything else. Staying in one place for so long, seeing the same faces pass by her day after day, watching people weave in and out of the Compound, it was a far cry from weeks spent in space, staring so closely at the stars that one almost felt like they could reach a hand out and cut through it all. She missed that. She missed being able to hear herself think. The island just seemed like a breeding grounds for people who wanted to settle and have families, or alternatively a jail for all of the folks with hero complexes. Feeling that she belonged to neither group, Faye stood out in the wilderness on her own, parking the Redtail some distance away and fishing out her Glock and a couple boxes of extra rounds.
With a grin, she held her loaded gun out and took a shot, hitting a knot on a nearby tree squarely before spinning the pistol and tucking it against her suspenders. Flexing her hands, Faye loosened her body, shifting her weight from foot to foot before lunging out and delivering kicks and punches to either side of the trunk, taking care not to scrape herself in the process, but directing the blows as closely as she could to the bark.
"Wish I had an actual sparring- partner-" Faye gritted between her teeth.
[ Timed to about 2-3 AM. Find her anywhere in the jungle on the island, unknowingly affected by truth plot. LT/ST welcome, no limit on threads. ]
All in all, things could be worse. I know that. Of course I know that.
It had taken Faye the greater part of a day to find a secluded part of the jungle, far enough from the majority of islanders but close enough to a callbox in the event something went wrong. Increasingly over the weeks, she'd found that the crowd was starting to get to her, more than almost anything else. Staying in one place for so long, seeing the same faces pass by her day after day, watching people weave in and out of the Compound, it was a far cry from weeks spent in space, staring so closely at the stars that one almost felt like they could reach a hand out and cut through it all. She missed that. She missed being able to hear herself think. The island just seemed like a breeding grounds for people who wanted to settle and have families, or alternatively a jail for all of the folks with hero complexes. Feeling that she belonged to neither group, Faye stood out in the wilderness on her own, parking the Redtail some distance away and fishing out her Glock and a couple boxes of extra rounds.
With a grin, she held her loaded gun out and took a shot, hitting a knot on a nearby tree squarely before spinning the pistol and tucking it against her suspenders. Flexing her hands, Faye loosened her body, shifting her weight from foot to foot before lunging out and delivering kicks and punches to either side of the trunk, taking care not to scrape herself in the process, but directing the blows as closely as she could to the bark.
"Wish I had an actual sparring- partner-" Faye gritted between her teeth.
[ Timed to about 2-3 AM. Find her anywhere in the jungle on the island, unknowingly affected by truth plot. LT/ST welcome, no limit on threads. ]