07-29-2013, 12:42 PM
[yay! she IS in a corner somewhere, actually, stop reading my mind, Liz.]
The visitors may have noticed the old as hell truck parked in the drive. Up until Sera and Grace entered the library, that truck's presence has been the only clue that a particular Orphan is on the premises. She must have arrived sometime after Justin and Shoshannah went off to build a fence or she would have offered to help. She missed the fireworks in the kitchen and whatever happened in one of the rooms on the second floor.
When the door swings open for Sera, she'll see that the lights are already on. Sid has been in the library for who knows how long now, curled up on one of the loveseats, back pressed into one of the arms, a book opened on her upraised knees. She missed the entrance of the other magi due to a combination of an incredibly lowered guard (it's a library, a library in a basement behind a high-tech security door, chances are it would survive a zombie apocalypse) and an attention that is thoroughly engrossed in the text she's reading (something about mass and Matter and physical things).
Sera's laugh is like the piercing of a veil, or the snapping of a twig in the forest. Like some prey animal Sid comes alert, and she tenses a second before she recognizes the voice as belonging to a certain Cultist. Tucking a slip of paper between the pages of her book to mark her place, she sets it down on the cushion near her feet before she swings her legs to the side and rises. She's peering around a bookshelf just in as the discussion of the Technocracy starts to gain momentum.
Slipping her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, the Orphan reveals herself in her entirety. She is wearing, Sera will notice, a light green t-shirt with grey stars over a pair of new jeans, both items purchased recently while in the company of the Ecstatic. Her feet are bare and her hair is down, curling over her shoulders.
"Reality cops," she repeats, voice quiet in the aftermath of its revelation. "I only knew they were bad news."
No hellos, no hey how are you or nice to see you Grace. Even as her old self starts to assert itself over the new, some of Sid's habits aren't fading.
The visitors may have noticed the old as hell truck parked in the drive. Up until Sera and Grace entered the library, that truck's presence has been the only clue that a particular Orphan is on the premises. She must have arrived sometime after Justin and Shoshannah went off to build a fence or she would have offered to help. She missed the fireworks in the kitchen and whatever happened in one of the rooms on the second floor.
When the door swings open for Sera, she'll see that the lights are already on. Sid has been in the library for who knows how long now, curled up on one of the loveseats, back pressed into one of the arms, a book opened on her upraised knees. She missed the entrance of the other magi due to a combination of an incredibly lowered guard (it's a library, a library in a basement behind a high-tech security door, chances are it would survive a zombie apocalypse) and an attention that is thoroughly engrossed in the text she's reading (something about mass and Matter and physical things).
Sera's laugh is like the piercing of a veil, or the snapping of a twig in the forest. Like some prey animal Sid comes alert, and she tenses a second before she recognizes the voice as belonging to a certain Cultist. Tucking a slip of paper between the pages of her book to mark her place, she sets it down on the cushion near her feet before she swings her legs to the side and rises. She's peering around a bookshelf just in as the discussion of the Technocracy starts to gain momentum.
Slipping her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, the Orphan reveals herself in her entirety. She is wearing, Sera will notice, a light green t-shirt with grey stars over a pair of new jeans, both items purchased recently while in the company of the Ecstatic. Her feet are bare and her hair is down, curling over her shoulders.
"Reality cops," she repeats, voice quiet in the aftermath of its revelation. "I only knew they were bad news."
No hellos, no hey how are you or nice to see you Grace. Even as her old self starts to assert itself over the new, some of Sid's habits aren't fading.