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notverywise) wrote2012-07-08 07:33 pm
notverywise) wrote2012-07-08 07:33 pm
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Jenny still can't quite make sense of it. Though it's been a couple of hours since she showed up, one beach replaced with another before she could even realize it, and though she's had it explained to her more than once where she is and what must have happened, it's more than she can wrap her head around yet. As far as she was aware, it was just one thing or another, the island or home, and she wasn't exactly hoping to leave any time soon. Things were looking up, a lot more so than they would have been were she back in Twickenham. One chance to start over away from the mess she made of everything, she'd been glad for, but a second, she doesn't need at all. It's hard not to be a little bitter about that, having been taken away from the life she made for herself, or it would be if she could process any of it at all. As it is, she thinks, it will take a while to really grasp that the place she lived for a year and all the people she knew there could be gone now, out of reach.
At least she hasn't been totally stranded, a slim bright spot that she's tried with little success to focus on. How an entire folder of things — including some strange wireless telephone — could have just shown up in the bag she had with her, she hasn't got a clue, but she's grateful for it even so, to know that she has a place to go and money to her name, when this seems to be so different from the island in that regard, it might even feel more normal, except that isn't really a word that seems to apply to any of this.
She takes advantage of it anyway. Having shown up with little more than a bathing suit, she takes the strange bills she found and buys herself a change of clothes, managing to be at least a little glad that she doesn't have to rifle through some awful box for them. It's only once she's done so, and gotten herself changed, that she finally makes her way towards the address printed on the little card.
In a way, she thinks she's been deliberately putting it off. Going there is like giving in, accepting that this is where she's going to be stuck now, not a trace of her former life with her aside from what she carries in her bag. She doesn't want that to be the case. She wants to be back with her friends, with Cameron; she could much more easily overlook the other losses if only he were here with her. She's not quite sure what to do with the fact that he isn't except try not to think about it, something easier said than done. She's spent nearly every night with him since his brother disappeared. Now, she'll be the next one who's gone, and she'll be sleeping alone.
The thought of it makes her stomach twist into knots as she heads into the building, taking the elevator to the designated floor. Only once she's there, glancing at the numbers until she finds her own, does she start fishing through her bag for the key, which is what keeps her from noticing someone else's approach, and the very reason why she's so surprised when she glances up to see a familiar face, wondering for a moment if it's too good to be true.
"Hello," she says, as calmly as she can, though there's no denying the hope in her voice or the faint smile curving her lips. She's breathless, heart lodged up in her throat, and it's all she can do to keep her cool, but she has to, tempting as it might be to just throw herself at him. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."
At least she hasn't been totally stranded, a slim bright spot that she's tried with little success to focus on. How an entire folder of things — including some strange wireless telephone — could have just shown up in the bag she had with her, she hasn't got a clue, but she's grateful for it even so, to know that she has a place to go and money to her name, when this seems to be so different from the island in that regard, it might even feel more normal, except that isn't really a word that seems to apply to any of this.
She takes advantage of it anyway. Having shown up with little more than a bathing suit, she takes the strange bills she found and buys herself a change of clothes, managing to be at least a little glad that she doesn't have to rifle through some awful box for them. It's only once she's done so, and gotten herself changed, that she finally makes her way towards the address printed on the little card.
In a way, she thinks she's been deliberately putting it off. Going there is like giving in, accepting that this is where she's going to be stuck now, not a trace of her former life with her aside from what she carries in her bag. She doesn't want that to be the case. She wants to be back with her friends, with Cameron; she could much more easily overlook the other losses if only he were here with her. She's not quite sure what to do with the fact that he isn't except try not to think about it, something easier said than done. She's spent nearly every night with him since his brother disappeared. Now, she'll be the next one who's gone, and she'll be sleeping alone.
The thought of it makes her stomach twist into knots as she heads into the building, taking the elevator to the designated floor. Only once she's there, glancing at the numbers until she finds her own, does she start fishing through her bag for the key, which is what keeps her from noticing someone else's approach, and the very reason why she's so surprised when she glances up to see a familiar face, wondering for a moment if it's too good to be true.
"Hello," she says, as calmly as she can, though there's no denying the hope in her voice or the faint smile curving her lips. She's breathless, heart lodged up in her throat, and it's all she can do to keep her cool, but she has to, tempting as it might be to just throw herself at him. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."