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Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 6, 2016 11:40:18 GMT -5
"Do you think we will go tomorrow or the next day? I know we have the meeting tonight but... I just don't like having this hang over my head, ya know?"
"To borrow an expression from the Chief Armorer," Stephanie said in-between sips of coffee, "I believe the situation is what they refer to as 'hurry up and wait', a phenomenon known to cops, soldiers and anyone else who's ever had to go out and get ready to do something, only to have to wait..and wait...and wait some more, all the while wondering what's going to eventually happen." Taking another sip, she added, "The cure for that is not worrying about it; things will happen when they will, Jessie; you can worry yourself sick over it, you can gripe about it...or you can let things take their course, confident in the knowledge that when the time comes, when the chips are down, that you'll know exactly what needs to be done in order to survive." It wasn't just hopeful words on Stephanie's part; she too felt nervous over having to wait for whatever was about to go down.
"Ever since the first cavemen left the safety of the caves," she continued, finishing her coffee and holding the cup in her hands, "there've always been concerns and questions about the world out there," nodding towards a nearby window, using it as a metaphor, "and in the end, the only way those cavemen figured out anything...is to get out there and do something, anything; take a chance, go for broke, as they say. Sometimes, the cavemen ate well at the end of the day...sometimes, the cavemen ended up being the main course, but neither would've happened unless they took...that first step out of the caves."
Jessie stifled a yawn and buried her face into her arm as she did. Pulling back, she took a sip of coffee and raised her brow.
"Well, hurrying up to wait is dumb. I'd rather just go and be done with it." She shrugged but listened to Steph as she spoke, giving another little analogy. "Do you have an answer for everything?" she asked, slightly teasingly. She wasn't trying to poke at Steph, at all. The last thing Jessie wanted to do was upset her. But she was tired and was a little testy right now too.
With a heavy sigh, Jessie put an elbow on the table and rested her head in the cup of her head. Her free hand began to spin the cup of coffee and she locked eyes with Steph. "So, I'm a caveman, is what you're saying. Is it my eyebrows?" Her voice was devoid of emotion, and she locked her eyes on Steph's. "And on top of it, I need to 'get out' is what you are really driving at. I look like a caveman and I need to get out."
Suddenly, Jessie yawned again. She brought her arms over her head, arched her back and leaned back her head. Bending her arms at her elbows, she used both of her hands to grab the back of her head as she continued to stretch. Oh, how she wanted to lay her head down and get some sleep. She was beyond ready for that, but after another moment, she returned her arm to the table, propped her head up once more and with her other hand, picked up her coffee to take a small sip of it.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 6, 2016 18:11:02 GMT -5
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant there," Stephanie sighed, feeling as though, for everything good that'd had happened over the past twelve hours or thereabouts, she'd just stepped on a landmine and was wondering when the inevitable gibs-spraying explosion would occur. "For the record, you're no caveman, Jessie...and neither am I, for that matter," sighing once more and thinking, I really need some shuteye myself. "And the more we worry about when we're going to Yankee Stadium, the more we'll worry about everything that could happen and on and on and...you get the idea."
Leaning back in her seat, Stephanie rubbed her eyes, feeling the virtual sandpaper grit of tiredness as she did. "I think I'm gonna' call it a night," getting up from the table. Setting her cup on the mess table for the mess crew to clean, she walked back over to the table and smiled. "I'll see you this evening, Jessie," she said, adding in a friendly wink-and-tone, "get some rest, alright?"
Jessie returned the smile and watched Steph go. Her eyes followed the woman until she had stepped out of the mess. Heaving a heavy sigh, she stood now herself, grabbed her bag and made her way back to her bunk. Her sense of time was lost on her, given how tired she was and given the fact a lot had happened today. Or was it yesterday now? Either way, it didn't matter. The last twenty-four hours a lot had gone down.
The trip back had been quick, considering she didn't remember walking back to the room. The only thing she remembered was burying her face into her pillow. Everything else she was doing was strictly auto-pilot mode. Kicking off her boots, stripping off her shirt and pants quickly, she tossed the clothes to the floor and wrapped herself up in her blanket and fell fast asleep.
Not even the idea of the attack on the stadium entered her mind when she drifted off into unconsciousness.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 7, 2016 4:15:27 GMT -5
Resting on her bed in the large dormitory where most of the Island's Scout/Scavengers slept in, Stephanie tried to gather her thoughts so that she could sleep but every time she closed her eyes, all she could think of was Jessie...ever touch, every caress, every kiss, ever supple feature of the younger women kept popping into her mind, breaking up thoughts of rest and sleep. Staring up at the ceiling, she kept trying to fall asleep but eventually sat up in her bed, still clothed except for having slipped her boots off before climbing onto her bed, and reached underneath for a sketch pad she'd acquired months before - long before entering Manhattan, for that matter - and brought it up to her chest.
Taking a couple pens she kept attached to the sketch pad, Stephanie closed her eyes for several minutes...then looked at the sketch pad and began sketching from memory a portrait of Jessie; it wasn't fancy or erotic or anything like that....it was a portrait of Jessie, taken from her memory of the first time she'd seen Jessie the night before in the Scouts' debriefing room. For what seemed like forever, Stephanie sketched out a portrait, pausing to look at it and try to picture the scene again in her mind before continuing. After a few more markings, she looked at the portrait and was shocked at how lifelike the portrait was.
Looking at it, Stephanie thought about her life back in Baltimore, particularly her youth; for all the wiseass things she'd done growing up - and there were plenty - one thing she'd picked up was a talent for drawing: people, places, things. Besides reading whenever she could, she sometimes would draw scenes from everyday life and had been told by a few of her teachers in school when she was growing up that if she'd apply herself more to this talent, she might get out of Baltimore one day. Well, she mused, they got the getting out of Bawlmer part right...I just didn't think it'd be under the circumstances we now find ourselves in.
Staring at the portrait once more, Stephanie couldn't believe how well she'd drawn Jessie...but her drooping eyelids told her she needed to get some sleep or she'd be worthless later on; rolling over on her bed, she slid the sketch pad underneath her pillow, wiped a few stray tears from her eye and fell asleep, thoughts and memories of previous night helping her to relax and eventually drift off into sleep.
(OOC: Jessie, unless there's any objection, we'll continue in the "Planning Ahead" thread with the evening briefing by Tegan over at the Rifle Range.)
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5