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vanillajello) wrote2011-11-20 04:29 pm
vanillajello) wrote2011-11-20 04:29 pm
Overland Park, KS, October, Sunday Morning Fandom Time
The day before yesterday, Kate had gotten a call and it hd become official: she was going to Japan! She was going to go to Japan and teach English. And she'd been fucking thrilled. No, seriously. She'd been thrilled about it when she'd given everyone the news, she'd been thrilled when she'd gone to bed, she'd been thrilled when she'd woken up yesterday, and she'd still been thrilled when she'd bounced her way across the front yard to go to her parents' house.
In fact, she'd been thrilled all the way until she'd come back to casa de Craine-Gregson-Kowalski after a glorious Moosh-made breakfast, and Neil had absentmindedly handed her a letter that had arrived for her in the morning. That... was about when she'd stopped feeling thrilled. Japan had drifted away from her mind as she'd bounded up the stairs two steps at a time because she'd already had the feeling this was one of those letters it was going to be best she read in the privacy of her and Bod's room.
And sadly, she'd been right about that. Ten words in and her chest had started to feel tight. Twenty and she'd had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Halfway through the letter and she'd been reading it with blurry eyes. And yes, she'd cried. Because she had limits, and she fucking hated goodbyes. She'd known this was coming. And, it wasn't like she hadn't been in this situation before, the goodbye with a finality to it. Nope, she remembered Bristol, and standing in the living room of a pink corner house while Mitchell prepared for a duel. And she remembered standing by a coffin elsewhere in England, saying her goodbyes to Nathan.
None of that meant this didn't take the wind out of her. She'd been meaning to have Luke come over before she left, or catch up with him in Fandom, but neither would be happening now. And selfishly, she'd thought that maybe she really needed to consider getting some normal friends who weren't perpetual fuck-ups with a tendency for war and death. But mostly, she'd just thought about how utterly fucking wrong this all was, and how she didn't want to lose another friend (though the ones she'd lost before had had a disturbingly recurring tendency to come back), and how she kind of wanted to punch Luke in the face for not giving her a chance to say goodbye to him, even if she understood his side of things as well.
The day hadn't been a particularly good one post-letter, no. But today was a new one. And Kate felt a little strange. Filled with an odd sort of determination about the future, Japan, everything. She was going to go to Japan and she was going to fucking rule at it, and she was not always going to be the one left behind. No, she was going to go out in the world and do shit.
Right now? That meant grabbing her laptop when she'd barely woken up, and absorbing every bit of knowledge she possibly could about Japan and Osaka. That was all she had to do right now, right? She was going to be prepared, and it was going to be awesome. It had to be, because she couldn't deal with any more shitty things coming her way.
[ooc: NFB and mostly establishy, but can be open if you really want to deal with the weird, weird mood.]
In fact, she'd been thrilled all the way until she'd come back to casa de Craine-Gregson-Kowalski after a glorious Moosh-made breakfast, and Neil had absentmindedly handed her a letter that had arrived for her in the morning. That... was about when she'd stopped feeling thrilled. Japan had drifted away from her mind as she'd bounded up the stairs two steps at a time because she'd already had the feeling this was one of those letters it was going to be best she read in the privacy of her and Bod's room.
And sadly, she'd been right about that. Ten words in and her chest had started to feel tight. Twenty and she'd had to sit down on the edge of the bed. Halfway through the letter and she'd been reading it with blurry eyes. And yes, she'd cried. Because she had limits, and she fucking hated goodbyes. She'd known this was coming. And, it wasn't like she hadn't been in this situation before, the goodbye with a finality to it. Nope, she remembered Bristol, and standing in the living room of a pink corner house while Mitchell prepared for a duel. And she remembered standing by a coffin elsewhere in England, saying her goodbyes to Nathan.
None of that meant this didn't take the wind out of her. She'd been meaning to have Luke come over before she left, or catch up with him in Fandom, but neither would be happening now. And selfishly, she'd thought that maybe she really needed to consider getting some normal friends who weren't perpetual fuck-ups with a tendency for war and death. But mostly, she'd just thought about how utterly fucking wrong this all was, and how she didn't want to lose another friend (though the ones she'd lost before had had a disturbingly recurring tendency to come back), and how she kind of wanted to punch Luke in the face for not giving her a chance to say goodbye to him, even if she understood his side of things as well.
The day hadn't been a particularly good one post-letter, no. But today was a new one. And Kate felt a little strange. Filled with an odd sort of determination about the future, Japan, everything. She was going to go to Japan and she was going to fucking rule at it, and she was not always going to be the one left behind. No, she was going to go out in the world and do shit.
Right now? That meant grabbing her laptop when she'd barely woken up, and absorbing every bit of knowledge she possibly could about Japan and Osaka. That was all she had to do right now, right? She was going to be prepared, and it was going to be awesome. It had to be, because she couldn't deal with any more shitty things coming her way.
[ooc: NFB and mostly establishy, but can be open if you really want to deal with the weird, weird mood.]