05-20-2013, 08:28 AM
Perhaps encouraged by the storytelling of the others, Sid opened up a bit about her own past. She'd tell them a little about Chicago, which doesn't sound much different from what they've seen of her Denver experience, except that in Chicago there was a man. When that went south she went west until she couldn't go west anymore, ending up here. Before that? She doesn't remember, she says.
The time spent in the room isn't all bad. Sid even almost laughs a little when Sera tries and fails to contort her body like Mara. Though clearly interested in Jim's schooling, his courses of study, she doesn't pry. Prying leads to reciprocal questions, and Sid is still reluctant to open up about some areas of her life.
When Sunday rolls around and events occur that tell the orphan enough is enough, that's all it is. Sera looks to Jim after Sid's quiet outburst, but Sid doesn't wait. When he speaks, though, she stops in the middle of tying on her scuffed-to-hell sneakers, her eyes seeking him out across the room before dropping with a small nod.
Maybe others are moving now, gathering up their belongings in preparation of their own departure. Maybe they don't. Sid doesn't immediately beeline for the door once she's got her shoes and socks on, her bag slung over her shoulder. Digging through her bag for something, she stops in front of Jake, holding out her hand. Nestled in her upward facing palm is one of her test tubes, small and plastic and filled with grey ash from the warehouse. She doesn't need it, probably doesn't need any of them. It's unlikely she'll find out anything the Ecstatics didn't already discover in their shared vision, but she'll keep the other two just in case. If nothing else, they'll help her with her understanding of non-living matter. But this one...this one she can part with.
"So you can say goodbye. On your terms."
If he looks up at her, meets her dark eyes behind the lenses of her glasses, Sid meets it for a few seconds before her gaze shifts to his nose and then drops entirely. In those seconds, though, the consor would see understanding and empathy. The quiet, timid redhead knows a thing or two about closure. If he accepts it, she hands it over carefully, reverently. If not, she sets it down on top of the microwave/fridge combo, just in case he changes his mind.
And so ends Sid Rhodes' time in the stasis of the motel room.
[thanks for this series of events, guys! i know Sid got some good growth out of it. and like i said, i'm happy to do some retro scenes. my week's a little busy, what with life and STing a little over in WtA, but i can still be around in the evenings. just, not Tuesday or Friday and maybe one other night i haven't decided on yet.]
The time spent in the room isn't all bad. Sid even almost laughs a little when Sera tries and fails to contort her body like Mara. Though clearly interested in Jim's schooling, his courses of study, she doesn't pry. Prying leads to reciprocal questions, and Sid is still reluctant to open up about some areas of her life.
When Sunday rolls around and events occur that tell the orphan enough is enough, that's all it is. Sera looks to Jim after Sid's quiet outburst, but Sid doesn't wait. When he speaks, though, she stops in the middle of tying on her scuffed-to-hell sneakers, her eyes seeking him out across the room before dropping with a small nod.
Maybe others are moving now, gathering up their belongings in preparation of their own departure. Maybe they don't. Sid doesn't immediately beeline for the door once she's got her shoes and socks on, her bag slung over her shoulder. Digging through her bag for something, she stops in front of Jake, holding out her hand. Nestled in her upward facing palm is one of her test tubes, small and plastic and filled with grey ash from the warehouse. She doesn't need it, probably doesn't need any of them. It's unlikely she'll find out anything the Ecstatics didn't already discover in their shared vision, but she'll keep the other two just in case. If nothing else, they'll help her with her understanding of non-living matter. But this one...this one she can part with.
"So you can say goodbye. On your terms."
If he looks up at her, meets her dark eyes behind the lenses of her glasses, Sid meets it for a few seconds before her gaze shifts to his nose and then drops entirely. In those seconds, though, the consor would see understanding and empathy. The quiet, timid redhead knows a thing or two about closure. If he accepts it, she hands it over carefully, reverently. If not, she sets it down on top of the microwave/fridge combo, just in case he changes his mind.
And so ends Sid Rhodes' time in the stasis of the motel room.
[thanks for this series of events, guys! i know Sid got some good growth out of it. and like i said, i'm happy to do some retro scenes. my week's a little busy, what with life and STing a little over in WtA, but i can still be around in the evenings. just, not Tuesday or Friday and maybe one other night i haven't decided on yet.]