Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 22:57:12 GMT
They were safe now. Shiloh was having a hard time getting her brain around that. It was such a foreign concept. They had spent their time on the ground so far fighting for survival with the elements and one enemy after another. And now they had been rescued from Mount Weather and were back with their own people, and somehow they were just expected to slide back into that as if nothing had happened. Only it had happened. The Shiloh sitting in the mess hall idly spinning her empty cup wasn’t the same Shiloh who had first set foot on the ground. Hell, she wasn’t the same girl who had been tossed in lockup. She wasn’t really sure how that new girl fit into this little society they were building.
Yesterday Shiloh had stuck pretty closely to the other delinquents. Safety in numbers, she supposed. But today she just needed some space to breathe. To process the last few weeks and try to get a feel for the people around them. Because they weren’t her people. Not anymore. Her people were a group of strong but traumatized teenagers. Half of whom were now dead. Cheery thought.
Shiloh had taken up a seat on the edge of the mess hall where she could eat her breakfast in silence while watching the people around her. Apparently new habits died as hard as old ones. But there hadn’t been much time for solid sleep the last several days, and it was starting to get to her. Her attention slowly slid down to the table as the minutes passed. Soon the people coming and going were completely lost on her as she spun her metal cup across the surface, her mind wandering numbly over the events of the last few weeks.
A voice beside Shiloh pulled her back to the present. She looked up, too emotionally exhausted to bother mustering up a polite smile. It took her brain a second to process the face looking down at her. Wait. She knew that face. She just hadn’t expected to see it here. “Jay?” For a second Shiloh just sat there staring. Then she was on her feet, her arms wrapping tightly around the boy’s neck in a fierce hug. It was probably a little much. Theirs had never really been the hugging sort of friendship. But after the last few days – hell, the last few months – the sight of a familiar and friendly face was enough to snap something inside of Shiloh.
She held on tightly for a brief moment before pulling away just as suddenly as she had latched on. “Sorry,” she mumbled, an embarrassed smile tugging at her mouth. “It’s just really good to see you." It had been a long time. Almost a year since Shiloh was thrown in the Skybox. "How are you? Are you okay?” He looked okay. Well, as okay as anyone ever looked on the ground. 'Okay' was honestly starting to be a pretty relative term lately.
@macallan
Yesterday Shiloh had stuck pretty closely to the other delinquents. Safety in numbers, she supposed. But today she just needed some space to breathe. To process the last few weeks and try to get a feel for the people around them. Because they weren’t her people. Not anymore. Her people were a group of strong but traumatized teenagers. Half of whom were now dead. Cheery thought.
Shiloh had taken up a seat on the edge of the mess hall where she could eat her breakfast in silence while watching the people around her. Apparently new habits died as hard as old ones. But there hadn’t been much time for solid sleep the last several days, and it was starting to get to her. Her attention slowly slid down to the table as the minutes passed. Soon the people coming and going were completely lost on her as she spun her metal cup across the surface, her mind wandering numbly over the events of the last few weeks.
A voice beside Shiloh pulled her back to the present. She looked up, too emotionally exhausted to bother mustering up a polite smile. It took her brain a second to process the face looking down at her. Wait. She knew that face. She just hadn’t expected to see it here. “Jay?” For a second Shiloh just sat there staring. Then she was on her feet, her arms wrapping tightly around the boy’s neck in a fierce hug. It was probably a little much. Theirs had never really been the hugging sort of friendship. But after the last few days – hell, the last few months – the sight of a familiar and friendly face was enough to snap something inside of Shiloh.
She held on tightly for a brief moment before pulling away just as suddenly as she had latched on. “Sorry,” she mumbled, an embarrassed smile tugging at her mouth. “It’s just really good to see you." It had been a long time. Almost a year since Shiloh was thrown in the Skybox. "How are you? Are you okay?” He looked okay. Well, as okay as anyone ever looked on the ground. 'Okay' was honestly starting to be a pretty relative term lately.
@macallan
