I'm learning things I didn't want to know.
Is this how it feels to be insane?
It's the least of the thoughts that are going through Florence's mind these days. She's been here, on this island for just over a week. A week and a day if she has her days right. Hard to tell with everything's that happened. A week and a day since it feels like her life ended and everything she thought was true became a lie. What is she supposed to do with that? How is she supposed to go on?
Except to go on, right? She wakes up, she, well, she avoids people as much as she can, which is surprisingly easy considering the number of people that are in and out of the Compound. She tells herself she's just settling herself, waiting until she can put on a brave face and not feel like she's about to shatter like glass. But that's a lie and she knows it. There's people here she doesn't want to meet. People that have become entwined in the lives of those she loves, or had loved, people that probably know more about her than she knows of them and frankly? She'd rather keep it that way.
And then there's the whole Maureen thing. The woman she supposedly resembles. Which, she has to admit is the easiest thing to believe in this place, having met a man that looks enough like Freddie to give her a case of the creeps. She bets this Maureen has plenty of friends here, more people she's not sure she cares to have anything to do with. It just all adds to the feeling of unease she can't quite shake.
Taking a sip of her tea, Florence curls up on the sofa in the rec room, cradling the mug in her hand as she tries to read the book that's balanced on her knees. A history of the twentieth century. She figures she needs to catch up on a few things and since the bookcase is inclined to line up history books like a University library shelf, she's started with those. The chapter on the end of the Cold War's been particularly illuminating, if not satisfying. She figures it would be different if she'd actually lived it, but right now it's as distant to her as the World Wars that preceded it. Turning a page without actually reading it, she steals another look over at the empty chessboard, figures just waiting to moved, to be played.
She doesn't even realize she's glaring at it until she feels the angry tears stinging her eyes.
Is this really how it feels to be insane?
[ooc: Florence's first public EP. There are some details that are still being played out in private, so she'll be vague on her first week here, but it's not a bad time to meet her. Timed to Tuesday afternoon.]
It's the least of the thoughts that are going through Florence's mind these days. She's been here, on this island for just over a week. A week and a day if she has her days right. Hard to tell with everything's that happened. A week and a day since it feels like her life ended and everything she thought was true became a lie. What is she supposed to do with that? How is she supposed to go on?
Except to go on, right? She wakes up, she, well, she avoids people as much as she can, which is surprisingly easy considering the number of people that are in and out of the Compound. She tells herself she's just settling herself, waiting until she can put on a brave face and not feel like she's about to shatter like glass. But that's a lie and she knows it. There's people here she doesn't want to meet. People that have become entwined in the lives of those she loves, or had loved, people that probably know more about her than she knows of them and frankly? She'd rather keep it that way.
And then there's the whole Maureen thing. The woman she supposedly resembles. Which, she has to admit is the easiest thing to believe in this place, having met a man that looks enough like Freddie to give her a case of the creeps. She bets this Maureen has plenty of friends here, more people she's not sure she cares to have anything to do with. It just all adds to the feeling of unease she can't quite shake.
Taking a sip of her tea, Florence curls up on the sofa in the rec room, cradling the mug in her hand as she tries to read the book that's balanced on her knees. A history of the twentieth century. She figures she needs to catch up on a few things and since the bookcase is inclined to line up history books like a University library shelf, she's started with those. The chapter on the end of the Cold War's been particularly illuminating, if not satisfying. She figures it would be different if she'd actually lived it, but right now it's as distant to her as the World Wars that preceded it. Turning a page without actually reading it, she steals another look over at the empty chessboard, figures just waiting to moved, to be played.
She doesn't even realize she's glaring at it until she feels the angry tears stinging her eyes.
Is this really how it feels to be insane?
[ooc: Florence's first public EP. There are some details that are still being played out in private, so she'll be vague on her first week here, but it's not a bad time to meet her. Timed to Tuesday afternoon.]