[Glimpse/Heirs Aftermath] Come Alive
Apr 18, 2021 17:59:17 GMT -8
Kai Rose, Riley Sorsa, and 1 more like this
Post by Firebringer on Apr 18, 2021 17:59:17 GMT -8
The Elemental sits in a hospital bed and she feels like complete shit. Finn was able to help a little, but not enough. She could’ve asked Spring for help, but she wanted a mundane solution for the mundane part of her life.
The ‘authorities’ came and questioned her. She gave a generic answer, one that was perhaps suspicious, but what else did they really have to go on?
“I was being chased by someone. I think they were posing as a cop, but I didn’t buy it. I ducked into work because I thought I would be safe there. I guess if they were targeting me, they would’ve known where I work. But I don’t know.” That was her story and she kept it. She gave a general description of the assailant, which was mostly inaccurate. God forbid the lady comes back to finish the job. It doesn’t hurt that she was shot either. And shot up pretty good. Sympathy card goes a long way, even with her intimidating presence. She even apologized for her ‘resting bitch face’ and generally ‘excuse me for looking scary… I was just shot.’
Now, the coffee shop is fucked and her name is written all over it. She was supposed to open that morning, but the shop wasn’t set to open for another 4 hours. Fire sits on the phone with the store owner, questions flying every which way. What were you doing there? What is your connection to what happened? They never even bothered to ask how she was doing... Capitalism.
She knew she’d have to answer these questions, but genuinely, she wasn’t sure how to. Well, you see, I was being hunted by some crazy mercenary-like person, got shot to hell, and now I’m sitting in the hospital. I ducked into work because I thought I would be safe. ...yeah, it’s the truth, kind of, but it isn’t convincing enough. But then, what other story did she have?
“Come on, Randy. I’m in the hospital, near death. What do you want me to say? Sorry I ducked in early while I feared for my life? I didn’t think they had more than a shotgun.”
Problem is, that means she’s seen as being dangerous for business.
Let go. After all, the current shop is out of business. Not firing if there is no job, after all.
Another thought: would they file something against her for damages?
Fuck.
At least she has her other job, but she’s going to be out for a bit over a week and then she’s going to want to take off more time to just… get herself together.
Riley will be there at least. She won’t be alone, but…
I almost died. What am I even doing with my life? I’m not happy. I’m just running around recklessly like I did before.
So, what do you want?
To more than just survive. I want to live.
The ‘authorities’ came and questioned her. She gave a generic answer, one that was perhaps suspicious, but what else did they really have to go on?
“I was being chased by someone. I think they were posing as a cop, but I didn’t buy it. I ducked into work because I thought I would be safe there. I guess if they were targeting me, they would’ve known where I work. But I don’t know.” That was her story and she kept it. She gave a general description of the assailant, which was mostly inaccurate. God forbid the lady comes back to finish the job. It doesn’t hurt that she was shot either. And shot up pretty good. Sympathy card goes a long way, even with her intimidating presence. She even apologized for her ‘resting bitch face’ and generally ‘excuse me for looking scary… I was just shot.’
Now, the coffee shop is fucked and her name is written all over it. She was supposed to open that morning, but the shop wasn’t set to open for another 4 hours. Fire sits on the phone with the store owner, questions flying every which way. What were you doing there? What is your connection to what happened? They never even bothered to ask how she was doing... Capitalism.
She knew she’d have to answer these questions, but genuinely, she wasn’t sure how to. Well, you see, I was being hunted by some crazy mercenary-like person, got shot to hell, and now I’m sitting in the hospital. I ducked into work because I thought I would be safe. ...yeah, it’s the truth, kind of, but it isn’t convincing enough. But then, what other story did she have?
“Come on, Randy. I’m in the hospital, near death. What do you want me to say? Sorry I ducked in early while I feared for my life? I didn’t think they had more than a shotgun.”
Problem is, that means she’s seen as being dangerous for business.
Let go. After all, the current shop is out of business. Not firing if there is no job, after all.
Another thought: would they file something against her for damages?
Fuck.
At least she has her other job, but she’s going to be out for a bit over a week and then she’s going to want to take off more time to just… get herself together.
Riley will be there at least. She won’t be alone, but…
I almost died. What am I even doing with my life? I’m not happy. I’m just running around recklessly like I did before.
So, what do you want?
To more than just survive. I want to live.