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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 11:36 am
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It was going to be her last shift for a couple weeks, and America was both sad and relieved. There'd been a lot more mistakes recently, and some of the customers, regulars even, were starting to be even more loud and intimidating. They'd made her cry during her shifts more than once. And that was nothing compared to the increasing amount of broken plates trailing after the easily startled girl. A vacation was clearly necessary, Taym had even said so and he's pretty much always right when it came to things.
But she'd miss the comfort of being in a familiar public place, and all the faces that were still friendly. She didn't want to go back to that claustrophobic little trailer out by the woods. It was lonely, and frightening, and made it hard for her to get any sleep. She'd miss feeling safe and taken care of by fellows like Borr and Nasir. At the end of her shift she was already waiting outside for Nasir, bundled in several layers of t-shirts and a cardigan and a scarf, a small book in hand.
Overhead, Mr. B called a hello, startling her from its pages to offer Nasir a tremulous smile.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 8:35 pm
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"Taym dropped me off," America admitted, "...but he's got work right now." She tried not to sulk but there was a definitely pout in her expression, turning her general look of misery into something more petty, more childish.
"Oh...warg things?" It was a good idea. It was something she probably should have done, but then, what if someone got hurt? Or bonded wrong? She didn't want to feel responsible for those people, not anymore than she already did. It reminded her of Blackfriars...
"It's a good idea. I'll tell you everything I know, but it's not much." She ducked her head as she flushed, embarrassed by her own ignorance after all this time.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 9:32 pm
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"I still feel lost, gotta say," America answered morosely, tucking into his side. It wasn't quite a hug, but Nasir made a good barrier between her and...everything else, and she appreciated it. "I did um...I made some notes, every time something changed or I found something new I could do with the bond. They're at home, though."
She'd stopped carrying notepads around with her all the time, it'd seemed a little silly and arrogant. Nobody needed to see her stupid thoughts and ideas, not really. But here they were, and she'd been wrong. Again. Always?
"They aren't much, but it'd be nice if they could help someone..."
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