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savetheearth2013-09-22 09:30 pm
goldenclothes) wrote in savetheearth2013-09-22 09:30 pm
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Who: Reilanin Bainbridge and Ravindra Savarna
Where: A park. (THE park?)
When: September 21st, a little after nightfall.
What: Just two people goin' out, gettin' some fresh airand some new echoes.
Getting her sense of smell under control was a blessing, to say the least. There were still more than enough bad smells to go around, but she'd gone looking into ways to counteract that, and had come to keeping a small bag of coffee beans in her purse or in a pocket, just to have something to clear her nose. She wasn't the biggest fan of coffee, but there were a million other smells, she'd discovered, that she was an even smaller fan of, and so the coffee beans came along with her.
She'd also used up a fair share of sick days dealing with the matter. It wasn't even so much her head that didn't deal well with all of the change, but her body seemed to be rebelling as well. Unless it was all part and parcel- she couldn't tell, and it was embarrassing to think as much either way, not much on admitting weakness. It was hard to tell if it had really been that bad or if she'd had some reason to overreact. It wasn't every day you had something like the spirit of your past self slowly but surely repossessing your body. And that past self being a werewolf.
There wasn't much in the way of a measuring stick for that sort of thing.
It felt like ages since she'd gone out last, for no real reason. She used to walk all the time just for the sake of walking with some peace and quiet, but she'd become something of a hermit since the echoes had started. Like walking into a landmine, she'd said to Randalph. The feeling never quite went away, either.
But she was getting something akin to a cabin fever, simply going to work and going home, the brief trips to the store and even to Alexander's house doing little to quell it. It took some time to even get up what felt like courage to get up and leave the apartment, but she did it, eventually, rationalizing that this wasn't rational at all and forcing herself out the door.
The park wasn't so bad. A few bad smells here and there- a hobo set up for the evening, a few scent markers from various animals, what she assumed to be some sort of half-eaten rodent off in the bushes- but overwhelmingly it was grass, and fading sun, and a clean breeze and dirt and pavement. She took a moment to simply stand still and take it all in before beginning to carefully dissect each smell, like one would a picture. It was its own sort of calming.
Where: A park. (THE park?)
When: September 21st, a little after nightfall.
What: Just two people goin' out, gettin' some fresh air
Getting her sense of smell under control was a blessing, to say the least. There were still more than enough bad smells to go around, but she'd gone looking into ways to counteract that, and had come to keeping a small bag of coffee beans in her purse or in a pocket, just to have something to clear her nose. She wasn't the biggest fan of coffee, but there were a million other smells, she'd discovered, that she was an even smaller fan of, and so the coffee beans came along with her.
She'd also used up a fair share of sick days dealing with the matter. It wasn't even so much her head that didn't deal well with all of the change, but her body seemed to be rebelling as well. Unless it was all part and parcel- she couldn't tell, and it was embarrassing to think as much either way, not much on admitting weakness. It was hard to tell if it had really been that bad or if she'd had some reason to overreact. It wasn't every day you had something like the spirit of your past self slowly but surely repossessing your body. And that past self being a werewolf.
There wasn't much in the way of a measuring stick for that sort of thing.
It felt like ages since she'd gone out last, for no real reason. She used to walk all the time just for the sake of walking with some peace and quiet, but she'd become something of a hermit since the echoes had started. Like walking into a landmine, she'd said to Randalph. The feeling never quite went away, either.
But she was getting something akin to a cabin fever, simply going to work and going home, the brief trips to the store and even to Alexander's house doing little to quell it. It took some time to even get up what felt like courage to get up and leave the apartment, but she did it, eventually, rationalizing that this wasn't rational at all and forcing herself out the door.
The park wasn't so bad. A few bad smells here and there- a hobo set up for the evening, a few scent markers from various animals, what she assumed to be some sort of half-eaten rodent off in the bushes- but overwhelmingly it was grass, and fading sun, and a clean breeze and dirt and pavement. She took a moment to simply stand still and take it all in before beginning to carefully dissect each smell, like one would a picture. It was its own sort of calming.