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004} i can learn to stand alone
Jul. 12th, 2014 09:42 am[PUBLIC]
[When the feed clicks on, the petite female form curled up in her bed is a blessedly familiar one. She's sort of drowning in a pair of boy's gym shorts and a large t-shirt (which she had to grab off the floor because she'd woken up in just the shorts), and her hair is a soft, sleep-mussed cloud of waves, but it's definitely Allison Argent facing all eyes with a bemused, slightly shell-shocked expression.]
So...that's a flood?
...huh.
[She refocuses and manages a smile.] So, um...I'm me again, and...I pretty much remember what happened.
[She shifts the camera to her bedroom floor, where a pile of men's clothing is sitting, then swings back to herself.]
I know I lent some people clothes, and some people lent me clothes, so...I'm gonna make sure everything's washed, get it organized, and if you lent me anything? Please feel free to drop by my cabin later this afternoon and we'll settle up. Otherwise, if anyone needs anything...even just a friendly ear to discuss the pros and cons of having your gender all swapped around? Buzz me. [Her smile grows.] I'd be more than happy to help.
[PRIVATE TO LYDIA]
[The happy, helpful smile is now gone...and frankly, Allison looks pretty upset. Not tearful or broken, but her features are tight and she's a little more hunched in on herself. More than anything, she looks...uncomfortable, maybe even a little pained.]
When you're free, or...up, or whatever, could you...come by my cabin? [Remembering the sob fest in Lydia's cabin previously, she continues on in a rush.] I'm okay, I'm really okay, I just...
[She trails off, her face scrunching up. There's still no tears as she starts shaking her head...in fact, she almost looks a little more relaxed for admitting that there's something wrong.]
I'm not okay, Lyds. [She makes a face at that...a habit she's picked up over the last few days that seems to have stuck, and she's not sure she likes it.] I really need to talk, can you just...come by?
[When the feed clicks on, the petite female form curled up in her bed is a blessedly familiar one. She's sort of drowning in a pair of boy's gym shorts and a large t-shirt (which she had to grab off the floor because she'd woken up in just the shorts), and her hair is a soft, sleep-mussed cloud of waves, but it's definitely Allison Argent facing all eyes with a bemused, slightly shell-shocked expression.]
So...that's a flood?
...huh.
[She refocuses and manages a smile.] So, um...I'm me again, and...I pretty much remember what happened.
[She shifts the camera to her bedroom floor, where a pile of men's clothing is sitting, then swings back to herself.]
I know I lent some people clothes, and some people lent me clothes, so...I'm gonna make sure everything's washed, get it organized, and if you lent me anything? Please feel free to drop by my cabin later this afternoon and we'll settle up. Otherwise, if anyone needs anything...even just a friendly ear to discuss the pros and cons of having your gender all swapped around? Buzz me. [Her smile grows.] I'd be more than happy to help.
[PRIVATE TO LYDIA]
[The happy, helpful smile is now gone...and frankly, Allison looks pretty upset. Not tearful or broken, but her features are tight and she's a little more hunched in on herself. More than anything, she looks...uncomfortable, maybe even a little pained.]
When you're free, or...up, or whatever, could you...come by my cabin? [Remembering the sob fest in Lydia's cabin previously, she continues on in a rush.] I'm okay, I'm really okay, I just...
[She trails off, her face scrunching up. There's still no tears as she starts shaking her head...in fact, she almost looks a little more relaxed for admitting that there's something wrong.]
I'm not okay, Lyds. [She makes a face at that...a habit she's picked up over the last few days that seems to have stuck, and she's not sure she likes it.] I really need to talk, can you just...come by?
