Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 9:14:33 GMT
Shiloh had never really noticed before how quiet the Ark got at night. Well, the cycle its inhabitants had designated as night. Always before she had been subconsciously listening for any sound to indicate her father was up and going into one of his moods. But now that was over. She would never have to listen for that sound again. He was gone. Floated for killing his wife. Shiloh would’ve expected the quiet after him to feel peaceful. Relieved. But it didn’t. It just felt… empty. Much like Shiloh herself was feeling at this current moment.
She should probably be trying to sleep, but she didn’t feel tired. Just numb. There was a couch of sorts in the main room of Callie’s quarters, and Shiloh had taken up residence there, her knees hugged to her chest beneath a spare blanket as she stared blankly at the wall across from her. Her cheeks were still damp from a brief round of crying. The silent waterworks seemed to come and go. She didn’t really know what to do with herself in the interim. Mostly she just waited. What were they going to do with her? She had overheard some discussion about her staying with Callie permanently, although why her father's former colleague had volunteered was beyond Shiloh. It wasn’t like the teenager was good for much. Barely any friends and no real skills unless being a bookworm counted. Not that she really had anywhere else to go besides the orphanage. Unless they decided newly seventeen was old enough to fend for herself. Happy birthday, kiddo. Her mother had died in front of her and her father had been floated for it, and now Shiloh was on her own. So she had stayed holed up here. Hiding from the pitying faces outside while the powers that be sorted out her fate.
A small sound caused her to look up as Callie entered the main room. Shiloh automatically sniffed back any lingering traces of moisture, running her sleeve across her face just for good measure. It wasn’t that Callie hadn’t been kind to her. The councilwoman had been remarkably good about the whole mess of suddenly having a traumatized teenager dropped into her lap. Shiloh just wasn’t used to people seeing her upset. She didn’t really know how to handle it. “I can turn out the light,” she offered, her voice slightly scratchy. She had turned on a small one some time ago to give shape to the unfamiliar shadows surrounding her, but she could do without if it was keeping Callie awake. She didn’t want to impose any more than she already had.
@callie
She should probably be trying to sleep, but she didn’t feel tired. Just numb. There was a couch of sorts in the main room of Callie’s quarters, and Shiloh had taken up residence there, her knees hugged to her chest beneath a spare blanket as she stared blankly at the wall across from her. Her cheeks were still damp from a brief round of crying. The silent waterworks seemed to come and go. She didn’t really know what to do with herself in the interim. Mostly she just waited. What were they going to do with her? She had overheard some discussion about her staying with Callie permanently, although why her father's former colleague had volunteered was beyond Shiloh. It wasn’t like the teenager was good for much. Barely any friends and no real skills unless being a bookworm counted. Not that she really had anywhere else to go besides the orphanage. Unless they decided newly seventeen was old enough to fend for herself. Happy birthday, kiddo. Her mother had died in front of her and her father had been floated for it, and now Shiloh was on her own. So she had stayed holed up here. Hiding from the pitying faces outside while the powers that be sorted out her fate.
A small sound caused her to look up as Callie entered the main room. Shiloh automatically sniffed back any lingering traces of moisture, running her sleeve across her face just for good measure. It wasn’t that Callie hadn’t been kind to her. The councilwoman had been remarkably good about the whole mess of suddenly having a traumatized teenager dropped into her lap. Shiloh just wasn’t used to people seeing her upset. She didn’t really know how to handle it. “I can turn out the light,” she offered, her voice slightly scratchy. She had turned on a small one some time ago to give shape to the unfamiliar shadows surrounding her, but she could do without if it was keeping Callie awake. She didn’t want to impose any more than she already had.
@callie
